I'm lazy. Mehhhhhhhh.

Sakura had to heal a certain Jashinist. We all know who this is, right? Anyways.

Hidan showed Sakura his wound, where he had stabbed himself in the chest doing one of his "rituals". He was surprisingly quiet, which made Sakura intrigued. She ran her hand down his chest, him seeming not to notice. She noticed that he had really nice pecs. She ran her fingers across his thigh. Hidan stood up quickly.
"What's wrong?"

That said, the stiffening of his shoulders intrigued her beyond all reason, so she stopped, turned, and repeated the action. It was just a simple, almost accidental brush of her fingers across his thigh, but he sucked in a breath and stepped back anyway. She watched him, staring in fascination. Such odd reactions…

His lavender eyes—bright and burning and wanting—stared right back.

Finally, she spoke, taking a tentative step toward him. "Are you alright, Hidan?"

He scowled, scoffed, and turned away.

She grabbed his sleeve to stall him. "If I'm going to be your medic, you're going to have to tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing," he grunted, and tried to forcefully pull away.

But she had him tight, and she whirled around to the front of him quickly, damn near pressing up against him.

He looked startled for a split second and probably considered walking away again, but his obstinate nature won out, and he stayed put. Silence ensued. A long, long, insufferable silence.

"Hidan."

"What?"

And then she was pressing against him, holding him still by the front of his cloak. If it was the only way to get information out of him, then so be it. "Something's wrong."

He frowned, but she didn't miss the way his fists clenched on the tabletop behind him. "There's something wrong with you, because last fucking time I checked, unnecessary physical contact was strictly excluded from the basis to you healing me."

Her hands dropped form his cloak to his sides, and she guided him to slide ever-so-slightly to press against her, too. "Sometimes it is necessary."

He looked quite a bit more wary of her, now. "You—"

She rolled her hips as if simply switching her weight, but the friction of fabric on fabric created a delicious heat between them. Hidan's elbows bent, causing him to lean backwards over the table a bit. For a man who was immortal and afraid of virtually nothing, he sure did look as if he feared Sakura.

"Don't fucking ever do that again," he growled, though he made no attempt to move, and kept biting his lip so hard that she thought it might even bleed.

Immediately, Sakura's medic-mode came into full effect, and she was about to tell him off for acting stupid, but the expression on his face alerted her to something rather important.

It was then that she realized he actually liked the pain. It was turning him on more, and that, in turn, was making Sakura so hot she couldn't see straight. In fact, everything about this man was probable cause to have her weak in the knees at any given moment. His rugged-but-still-graceful-in-some-odd-way demeanor that she'd always liked in men, the way he seemed as if he didn't give a damn in the world, but in actuality he really, really did, how smooth he was able to slick his hair back and grunt in satisfaction, and his eyes…
Oh, his eyes. And she though Naruto's had been striking. This man's were absolutely stunning in such a soft, subtle way that contradicted his very persona.
She hoped to God she wasn't falling for him.
He started playing with her hair, then, tugging at it at the nape of her neck, threading his fingers through it, and Sakura leaned into it gratefully. It was so undeniably eerie how he could be innocent and yet completely and sickeningly culpable at the same time. He could have lived for hundreds of years, for all she knew, and killed hundreds more, and he still was able to have that sort of "what do I do now?" childlike curiosity about him.

Then the pink-haired Sakura woke up from her sweetest dream she had ever had."W-Woa!" The pink-haired kunoichi woke up with a jolt. She realized that she was sweating, and that she was breathing heavily.

She walked into the Akatsuki's kitchen, hoping for a bite to eat. She hoped that Kakuzu hadn't stolen all the food again. Before she went into the kitchen, she heard a suspicious ruffling. She quietly poked her head in the kitchen.

There was Sasori, pigging out just like Choji. He was shoveling food into his face, like there was no tomorrow. He didn't seem to notice Sakura standing there. Sakura peered at his face. It was caked with a ton of food, and he just kept shoving it in.

Sakura couldn't help herself-she let out a small giggle, and stepped into the kitchen.

"Having fun?"

Sasori looked up slowly. When he saw it was Sakura he breathed a sigh of relief. "Sakura. I don't really want you to see me like this..." His mouth was still stuffed with food. He finished chewing, and wiped all the food crumbs off of his face.

"So that's why I never see you eat. You are afraid to eat in front of people because since you were a puppet you went long without proper manners, am I right?" Sakura said.

"Yeah..."

"Well, I'll go ahead and tell everyone that I found you like this, okay?" Sakura said jokingly. Apparently Sasori didn't realize that Sakura was joking.

"Deidara!" Sakura shrieked for the blond. Her voice echoed through the Akatsuki base.
"What? What?" Deidara asked frantically as he pounced into the kitchen. He saw poor Sakura being tormented by not-so-poor Sasori. He was on top of her with a kunai to her throat and she screamed once again.

"What the hell Sasori-danna!" Deidara cursed as he pulled his partner off of her. Sasori dropped the knife nest to her head and landed with a thump on the wood floor, then hopped back up with an im-patient expression, surprise surprise.
"I just wanted to spar with her!" Sasori lied quickly. This obviously pissed Sakura off because she quickly stole the kunai off the floor and this time she tackled Sasori.
"You dick! You couldn't realize that I was joking!" She held the knife to his throat like he did to her. "You're soo stupid you can't even get up!" Sakura mocked and teased him, like a little sister would. But when she started pulling on his messy hair, that's when he drew the bloody line.
"Get off of me bitch!"

Somehow, Hidan could sense when someone other than him cussed. He just felt it in his gut. He jolted awake and, in a trance, ran into the kitchen.

"ARE WE FUCKING HAVING SOME SORT OF FUCKING CUSSING CONTEST, BECAUSE YOU DUMB ASS SHITHEADS WON'T BE ABLE TO OUT CUSS ME, YOU BITCHES!" He yelled.

In the midst of all this "exitement", nobody saw the pink-haired Sakura fall to the ground.

"God damnit! You dumb asses killed the little bitch!"