Sakura stared ahead of herself, inwardly holding her jaw just in case it decided to become unhinged and hit the floor.
Sasori and his partner Deidara were actually alive? How, when, why, what?
So many questions ran trough pinkette's head as she began studying the two men in the distance.
The red haired puppeteer looked positively bored, slightly torn up and taller, his good old arrogant yet mocking smile still in place. He also no longer looked like a fifteen year old, instead he had a body of a somewhat grown man.
Sakura fidgeted, not liking how Sasori's eyes examined her body up and down, an evil smirk starting to curl on his lips.
'Little girl.' He mouthed towards the pink haired kunoichi, cocking his head to the side, smirk widening.
The medic-nin bit the inside of her cheek, successfully managing to regain her calm, emotionless composure despite feeling the strong urge to just get the hell out of the office and away from the sadistic looking red haired puppeteer, whose chocolate eyes were beginning to darken with a predatory gleam.
Averting her eyes from the puppeteer of Suna, the pinkette glanced at Deidara who on the other hand hadn't changed as much as his red haired partner, perhaps only grown a little taller.
Waves of excitement rolled off of him as he held himself back from saying something, most likely about art, not in the least noticing the impassive looking Sakura.
The blonde terrorist's Akatsuki cloak was thrown over his right shoulder while he clutched onto his bleeding left arm with his other hand, a long tongue slowly darting out of the palm of his hand to lick off the crimson liquid that was oozing out of the fresh wound from above his elbow.
Unconsciously entering her medic mode, Sakura took a few hesitant steps backwards before running and jumping over the Akatsuki leader's table. Once gracefully landing on her feet, she quickly slid across the black marble floor towards the clay terrorist who raised a questioning brow.
"Your arm is bleeding!" The pinkette exclaimed, grabbing onto his bloodied elbow, raising it closer to her face, examining it.
Not knowing how to respond, the confused blonde terrorist began to grin,tongues once again darting out of his hand palms.
"Want to kiss it better, yeah?" He teasingly asked, jokingly wiggling his elegant blonde brow at Sakura, earning an utterly amused yet rare smirk from his red headed partner whose eyes were also focused on the pink haired medic, waiting for her reaction.
Sakura's head snapped upwards, her eyes locking with Deidara's, sending cold shivers down his spine.
"AS IF, PERVERT!" She roared, punching the blonde male with too much strength, sending him flying trough the open double doors and down the corridor of the Akatsuki base.
Quickly realizing what she had done she turned towards the pierced leader and bowed, starting to apologize only to be cut off by him, gesturing for her to straighten up.
"Even as pleased as I am to see that you are already making friends Sakura-san, I have work to do." The pierced man sarcastically told Sakura, elegantly turning his head towards the red haired puppeteer, not seeming to give a damn about his blonde underling that had been tossed trough his office doors just a moment ago.
"Good job on the mission Sasori-san." He coughed, turning his back towards the two members of his organisation, walking back towards the desk.
"You're free to leave now, both of you." Pein added, his gaze now travelling over the wet rooftops of Amegakure.
"Yes, Leader-sama." Replied the red haired puppeteer and medic-nin in unison, turning to leave the office.
"Sakura-san." The leader called over his shoulder.
"Yes, Leader-sama?"
"When you are baking again, you are to bring me a sample of your food." He spoke with hidden amusement, impassively gazing at the reflection of Sakura's face on the window glass, carefully observing her.
"O-of course.. Leader-sama." The pinkette stuttered, face flushing as she absently wondered why she began acting like Hinata whenever the pierced leader spoke to her.
"Are you okay uh, blondie-san?" Sakura carefully asked the terrorist of Akatsuki, impassively looking at him as his wound continued bleeding, drenching his shirt.
"What do you think? You freaking punched me across the building,yeah!"
"Be glad I didn't use any of my chakra or else you'd be in Suna by now." She replied, managing to keep her face impassive and voice monotone, inwardly pushing away the nagging feeling of growing guilt.
"Y-you d-didn't use chakra! What the hell, yeah!" The man on the ground stuttered, his eyes wide as saucers and brows almost touching his hairline.
"Just get up so I can heal you.." Sakura mumbled, extending her hand towards the blonde terrorist who strongly gripped it in return, pulling himself up.
"Such strength is so very unappealing for a girl, hmm." He commented, now standing on his feet, secretly sneering at Sakura.
"Says the blonde transvestite." Scoffed the pinkette, crossing arms over her chest, earning an amused snort from the standing puppeteer on her left.
"What did you just say?" Deidara asked as his right eye started violently twitching while his somewhat working hand balled into a fist.
"Blonde transvestite?" Sakura repeated with a smile, innocently batting her eyelashes at the furious blonde, successfully angering him even further.
"Fake haired bitch, yeah!"
"My hair is natural you..you fem boy!"
"Why you little-"
"Enough both of you." Silenced two Akatsuki the exhausted and now partially annoyed redhead who pushed his partner and the pink haired medic apart by force.
"Sasori-danna let me blow her up, yeah!" Whined Deidara, fruitlessly trying to reach for his pouches of clay that were being held at an arm's length away from him while he heatedly glared at Sakura, who childishly stuck her tongue out at him.
"Stop being so childish, brat." The redhead spat, turning his head to glare over at the pinkette who was smirking in victory.
"And you." He scowled, pinning Sakura with his gaze.
"Since you're the medic, heal him. Seeing as you're also the more sane one out of the two of you, I trust that you will act accordingly. Now patch him up, little girl."
Sasori hissed the two last words, pushing his angry partner towards Sakura.
"I am not childish, yeah!" Argued Deidara, not moving away from Sakura's wonderful body heat despite his strong dislike towards her.
The puppeteer completely ignored his partner as he tiredly walked down the corridor, soon disappearing.
'...and I'm not a little girl..'
'Damn straight we're not!' Agreed the mental disease, reassuringly fist pumping.
"So you're a new medic for the Akatsuki,hmm?" Asked the bored blonde, not really expecting an answer from the pinkette as he swung his legs back and forth, a habit he had picked up from Tobi.
So when Sakura actually did reply, speaking in such a soft manner, Deidara's stomach did an unexpected flip flop.
"Yes, yes I am." She said, smiling in content while carefully patching up the clay terrorist's arm that was deeply cut in different places and almost severed off at the elbow.
Sakura would never admit it, but she had dearly missed using her medical chakra to actually heal someone's injuries, Akatsuki member or not.
The blonde terrorist closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing feeling that pinkette's chakra gave off as it spread over his injured body, patching it up.
'I could get used to this, hmm.'
Feeling Sakura's soft chakra filled fingertips leave his skin, Deidara cracked his eyes open, looking up at the standing medic.
"I patched you up, you're good to go." She informed him in a cold voice, all of the softness long gone.
'The hell is wrong with her, yeah? First she's acting all sweet and then she's being a cold bitch. I swear she's...'
Blinking to himself the blonde terrorist deeply inhaled before letting his brows knit together.
Why the hell would he even care about the way she was acting?
The pink haired kunoichi was just a medic for the Akatsuki not his girlfriend or something.
'Girlfriend? The hell I'm thinking about, yeah.' The blonde man thought to himself, inwardly scoffing.
Sure, the now very attractive looking kunoichi had killed his partner and all, but it was normal in the shinobi world.
Kill or be killed, the strongest survives. Well, she did have help of the old hag of course, but she did manage to kill Sasori.
Not only that, she also survived, somehow managed to become a member of the Akatsuki, called him a fem boy and a blonde transvestite.
Turning to glare at the pinkette after remembering his strong dislike towards her, Deidara was caught off guard by her worried face and those beautiful green eyes that were looking back at him, gleaming with sadness.
"Deidara-san, are you okay?" She asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, lightly shaking him, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a little smile that did not reach her eyes.
"I'm fine, yeah!" He spat, roughly pushing her hand away from his shoulder before sliding himself off the pinkette's bed, darting out of the open door.
While slowly making his way down the corridor, blonde terrorist wondered why the hell was he starting to feel so guilty?
Had he been rude towards the pinkette while she had been nice enough to heal him in the most gentle, almost loving way?
'Feh, why should I care, it's her job, yeah? Yeah.' Tried the terrorist to assure himself, failing as he felt the pang of guilt in his chest become stronger.
'I hate her for killing danna. I hate her for killing danna. She is a witch.. witch witch witch..' He continued repeating last words in his head with dulling feeling of hate and frustration, hoping for the guilt to go away.
Stopping in the middle of his stride, Deidara finally groaned, smacking his forehead.
"Damn it!" He hissed, turning on his heel, leaving out his usual yeah.
Sakura sighed in an exaggerated manner and tiredly rubbed her temples, trying to ease her growing headache.
'Men are such weird creatures, I don't think I'll ever understand them.'
'Exactly my thoughts.' Agreed the tired inner, sleepily muttering something else under her breath while the pinkette herself scribbled down notes she had mentally made about Deidara's health, before she had started healing his injuries.
When a pair of strong arms was wrapped around her waist, pulling her backwards, Sakura whirled around, ending up pressed against the blonde man's bare chest.
His hold around her tightened as he pulled her into a tight embrace, placing his chin on top of her head.
"Thank you for healing me..Sa-ku-ra." Deidara whispered after inhaling Sakura's sweet scent, his body tensing up and eyes widening.
'What the hell am I doing?'
The pinkette's face flushed a pretty shade red as she tried to gently push the blonde man away from her.
"Y-you're welcome..De-Deidara-san?" She stuttered, once again feeling embarrassed.
"Don't call me that, it makes me feel old." The terrorist murmured before letting go and stepping away from the petite pinkette, keeping up his calm act despite the raging storm of confusion and frustration that went on inside him.
Noticing Sakura's flustered appearance, Deidara smirked, proud that he was the one who made her look that way.
"Just call me Dei-da-ra." He purred, lifting her chin with his tanned finger, gazing into her green orbs.
"Dei-da-ra." She carefully pronounced his name, making the blonde man inwardly groan as he felt a long lost feeling once again appear in the pit of his stomach.
How the hell was he becoming turned on just from a pink haired girl pronouncing his name?
Looking down at her innocent face, Deidara inwardly slapped himself across the face.
That's why.
She looked so innocently sexy as she stood there blushing, lightly biting on her bottom lip while batting her dark, long eyelashes back at him, feeling confused by his actions.
The worst part was, she wasn't even acting and that alone made her look even more attractive to the scowling Deidara.
Removing his finger from her chin, the bomber terrorist straightened his posture and once again walked straight out of the open door muttering something under his breath, cheeks flushing.
Sakura stood in her new bedroom, now alone, her green eyes wide and brows knit together in confusion. 'What was that all about?'
'Blondie's way of saying : I'm sorry I was acting like a douche..oh never mind, let me leave before I accidentally molest you since you're really sexy.'
'Oh, that explains it then..WAIT WHAT?'
'Just close the damn door and go to sleep, outer.'
'You are so mean, inner.' Scowled the pinkette, sliding her wooden door shut.
'At least one of us has to be the bitch, you know.'
'Riiiight.'
Pulling off her now grey socks, Sakura lifted her black covers and dived into her wonderful bed, disappearing under the blankets.
After all, over the years the pinkette had realized that it was actually better to listen to her mental disease instead of arguing back, since the inner always knew exactly what Sakura needed the most and what was the best, for both of them.
Sakura rolled over, once again trying to find a comfortable spot to hopefully fall asleep on. Shutting her eyes she laid on her bed, breathing slowly, drifting away.
Not.
Kicking off her blankets, the pinkette rose from her bed, looking down at the black alarm clock on her desk.
3:47 am
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Sakura rose from her bed, stretching her limbs.
'Might as well get some food since I can't sleep.' She thought, lazily raking fingers trough her messy hair before walking over to her bedroom door.
Opening it, she silently padded her way out and down the dark corridor.
The lights in the kitchen were on, indicating that someone was already there.
As much as Sakura's intuition told her to turn around and just get away from there, her growling stomach told her otherwise, forcing her to walk into the kitchen to get some food.
Feeling something getting attached to her limbs, Sakura whirled around, breath hitching in her throat, eyes visibly widening.
The pinkette stared at the smug, red haired Akatsuki puppeteer that stood in the middle of the kitchen, leaning backwards against the wooden counter, wearing only a black bathrobe.
"Good morning, little girl."
He greeted, letting a sadistic smirk spread across his lips as he started tugging on the light blue chakra strings, forcefully dragging Sakura closer towards himself across the tiled kitchen floor.
Needless to say, the pinkette was doomed.