No beginning author's note what's so ever…at least I don't think so. ANYWAY, let's get this thing started!

Title: Sakura and her merry band of misfits

Summary: I've never done anything bad ever. I always do my work, listen to my elders, and shown respect to everyone I've ever met. So why am I in a mansion with a bunch of freaks that are at least seven years older than me? sakuraXmultiple

Disclaimer: I do no own Naruto

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Emphasizing

"Dark Zetsu" 'cause he's kickass like that

Chapter 2: Bad little slave

"One, two. One, two. One, two." Kakuzu boredly counted off monitoring over Sakura as she wiped the kitchen's counter. He had been spending the past hour showing her how to clean for his own future use. "You're counting is kind of distracting me, Kakuzu-san." Through her thick one-way lens, he didn't notice her roll her eyes at him.

"You did say you worked better to a beat." He said in a know-it-all tone as she finished up on the counter top. She made her way to the window and opened it, ignoring how her jogging pants brushed against the tile floor. "Why should I have to learn how to clean anyway?" He took off the cleaning mask and held his hand out to take hers. "You do plan to get married, right?" She handed him the protective gear with a surprised nod.

The marriage question wasn't new; she'd been asked the question plenty of times. What surprised her was to see the stitches on the sides of Kakuzu's face. She had seen them running along his arms thanks to his tank top but didn't realize how many he had. Inwardly she wondered if they covered his entire body. All those stitches must have hurt.

"If you want to be a good house wife you going to need to know how to clean." He pushed a mop into her hands ignoring the indignant look on her face. "Who says I'm going to be the one at home? I can be a working wife." She frowned slightly when he waved her off and gestured for her to continuing cleaning. "Women should stay at home while men work. It's been that way from the beginning and needs to stay that way until the end."

"I'm no feminist but even I think you're being very sexist. It's the twenty-first century and you're still speaking as if we're in the Stone Age." Kakuzu was about to continue their conversation on the matter when Sakura made her way to the small pile of garbage. She slapped the mop on top of the small pile of dirt and grime spreading it around. "What do you think you're doing?" She looked at Kakuzu in confusion pausing in her cleaning. "Mopping…"

He picked up the cleaner and poured it directly onto the mop itself. "You're spreading the dirt around." He put his arms around her and placed his hands ontop of her own. "Now you have to re-clean the entire floor. Maybe you are better off as a working wife." She looked down at his caramel colored hands and saw how pale her own smaller ones looked in comparison. He moved his arms forward, showing her the proper way to mop up the mess. "Go in circles. It cleans it faster and it gets the grime better."

Kakuzu telling her what to do was nothing new, he'd been bossing her around all day, but now the fact that he was touching her while he was doing it was something completely different. "Do you get it now?" Kakuzu kept his hold on Sakura and pulled back and lifted the mop to dip it in the bucket. Sakura inhaled deeply and squeezed her eyes shut before abruptly breaking out of his hold.

"I can't do it!" She pulled her hood further down on her head with her eyes still closed. "With all the cleaning and stepping out of my comfort zone and all of…all of you." Realizing how weird she was being her eyes snapped open and she released her hood. "I'm going to go help Zetsu-san now." She bowed and without looking Kakuzu in the face, left out the kitchen's back door. "Teenagers."

Sakura sighed as if exhaling all her embarrassments through that one breath as she made her way into Zetsu's green house. "Excuse me…?" The only signs of life seemed to be the plants themselves. She looked in silent awe at how healthy the plats were and how much they all flourished. Considering all the men she's met so far, none of them seem like they have the delicacy and the patience to actually grow any of the greenery before her.

A large grape vine caught her eye and she licked her lips at the full grown fruit. 'No one will miss one itty bitty green grape.' Nimble fingers reached out for a particularly plump one when a childish voice stopped her. "STOP!" She jumped back holding her hands up to the same level as her shoulders looking as guilty as can be.

"Good little girls don't take things from Zetsu-san!" Tobi wagged his finger at Sakura in a way that reminded her the other orphans trying to act grown-up. At being called a little girl, her jaw clenched but she otherwise remained quiet. "Gomen." Seemingly satisfied with her apology he nodded and lowered his hand. "It's ok. Tobi is sorry for scaring the pretty lady." He lowered his head like he'd just been scolded and Sakura scratched her own. "Uh…I forgive you?"

Tobi quickly perked up and grabbed Sakura's hand. "Now it's time to say sorry to Zetsu-san!" He walked (skipped) ahead, happily swinging their arms along the way. Sakura glanced down at the gardening gloves Tobi wore and then at the wide strap keeping his mask in place. 'Gardening equipment?' The sound of branches snapping drew her attention back in front of her only to see Tobi's surprisingly large stature blocking her view.

"Zetsu-san! Zetsu-san! Look, look!" Tobi pulled Sakura into view while bouncing excitably in place. "Um…hi." She waved silently wondering when Tobi was going to let go of her hand. "Hello Sakura-san. I apologize if Tobi is of any hindrance to you." Her eyebrows rose slightly in surprise at his polite and formal attitude but nodded none the less.

"Tobi isn't bothering Sakura-chan! Tobi is a good boy and Sakura-chan is Tobi's new best friend!" Tobi held up both his arms at his exclamation bringing Sakura's hand with his by default. But Sakura was too busy pondering the suffix on her name and the newest development in her relationship with the immature stranger. 'Sakura-chan? Even Ino doesn't call me that. And I don't even know his full name let alone how he looks and suddenly we're best friends?' Tobi noticed Sakura's analyzing gaze boring in to the side of his face he grinned from behind his mask. "Don't worry Sakura-chan. Since Tobi and Sakura-chan are best friends now I won't tell Zetsu-san how Sakura-chan tried to eat his garden."

She gave him a look an older sister would give to a younger brother who told on her. "You did what?" At the deep voice Sakura looked in Zetsu's direction in obvious confusion. "Did you guys hear that?" Turning back to Tobi she saw he shrunk back in a reproachful way and had let go of her hand. "What-" She almost screamed in surprise as Zetsu was suddenly invading her personal bubble with a scowl. "Who the hell do you think you are, little girl? Coming in here and eating my fruit like you own the place, I should skin you and use your bloody carcass to keep the same plant you tried to eat warm."

He let a twisted grin come to his face and slightly titled his head. "Or maybe use it as a snack." Sakura's own features was twisted up in to a glower as she slapped a hand on her chest. "I am not a little girl first of all." His features faltered as Sakura began her little rant. "And secondly I didn't eat your grapes because Tobi-san had told me a certain someone wouldn't like it if I did so excuse me for stopping myself and putting your stupid feelings into consideration."

She huffed a little, clearly ruffled by the whole situation and crossed her arms. Zetsu blinked seemingly speechless and stared at her for a good little while a long with Tobi. Soon her bold front melted and she wanted to sink into the ground from the attention. But the feeling went away when Zetsu smiled; half pleasant, half…not so much.

"I apologize for rudely jumping to conclusions like that Sakura-san. Who would've known you actually had a back bone underneath all those baggy clothing?" She laughed a little forced laugh and Tobi spoke in what he thought was a whisper. "Zetsu-san gets a little cranky when someone bullies all the pretty flowers." Sakura tried not to smile and turned to Zetsu cracking her knuckles. "So, what do I do first?"

"This is how I die." Sakura decided as she trudged towards the door of the Akatsuki's. Black Zetsu, which she now learned I Zetsu's more demonic persona, had her plow, fertilize, weed, and water every plant in that giant green house. And that's only when he didn't have her rearranging everything. "I'm not coming next week." She whispered to herself as her hand hit the door handle.

"Oi, munchkin!" Sakura turned to see Kisame smiling down at her. "Tomorrow is you're lucky day. You'll be working for me." He rubbed her head with more force than she'd like and laughed. 'Fan-fucking-tastic.' Shaking off his large blue hand she walked out the door and slammed it loudly behind her.

Ino waited in the front with her lovely pink car the blonde had dubbed "pink panther." Sakura threw herself in the back seat and let out a long exhausted sigh. "Jeez forehead, you look a mess." Ino drove off and thought Sakura was ignoring her before she realized her friend was sleep. Day 2, over.

That was fun! Idk about reviews or favorites or follows right now, I'm just so glad I finally got this chapter down. I don't think I'm going to write many Ino moments unless requested. But I'M NOT DEAD I'm just "technologically challenged" a.k.a. I don't know how to work a computer. But it's 1:11 a.m. and I think I'm going to bed.

P.P.S.: I probably won't be finishing every chapter with "Day # done" but I will open every chapter with "Bad little _"