Oi! My faithful readers! How do you do?! Sorry if I disturbed you with my quite short absence... Heh... *Scratches back of neck*

Anyways, I can assure you this chapter will be 2000+ words.

I promise. In the end of all this, I'll write down how many words I made.

Important: I was wondering, should I make this a series? I mean like, each Akatsuki member has their own story where they are in relationships (of any kind) with Sakura.

For example, this story is the one where Kisame and Sakura are in a brother-sister relationship since childhood. Another story would be Hidan and Sakura with a whole new and different storyline and events. Of course, I'll be putting up a poll, and if the answer is yes, I'll finish this story up and hopefully get to the next ones. Each member would get their story with Sakura. (All ten – It could be 11 if you want MadaraXSakura; I'd do any pairing)

Disclaimer: I, Paligirl101, do not own Naruto or the Associated Press. Also, "Patricia Colee" is a made up character, and so are Nadeshiko and Ayame.

Before

"So," she put the Killer Shark back into its rightful spot, "Lets filter the pool."

With a bag of chips!

Now

New York City, New York

9:15 A.M

The room was eerily quiet. The only sound was the rustling of the fabric and the occasionally bumping of the hangers. Deep pools of black ink gazed over his work; He was done. A slim hand reached out to quickly look through his packed belongings.

2 pairs of flannel pajama pants, 7-9 pairs of jogging pants, a few jeans, swimming trunks, his black beach towel with the Uchiha crest on it, 25 T-shirts, 3 light hoodies and a majority of socks and undergarments. He was going to take a few pairs of sneakers including his favorite black and gray checkered Vans. Oh, how he loved his Vans. They were so comfortable and roomy and-

"Hey, man. You ready to go?"

Itachi averted his gaze to his so called "Best Buddy" to glare lightly at him; he had interrupted his train of compliments about his Vans.

Kisame paid his partner no heed; Itachi always glared at him like that. Instead, he looked around to see that the room was quite neat, except for about four or five books on the desk.

"You're taking books? Dude, its summer. You're supposed to burn books in this time of the year. Not willingly read them!"

"Kisame, I do as I please, and anyways, I need some type of entertainment; plane rides are practically more boring than Sasori and Deidera's arguments. So don't get started," He retorted as the books were put safely into the space in his third bag.

"If you say so… Do you have an extra luggage bag? Deidera said he needed one."

"To put his clay creations in and have them crumple up and dirty my bag? Fuck no."

Kisame laughed, "Alright. C'mon, let's get outta here." And with that the tall teen moved over to pick up two of the bags (the ones that didn't have Itachi's books and Vans), hoist them in his arms, and left the room with a much shorter and leaner Uchiha right behind him. Instead of carrying it, Itachi simply rolled it toward the doorway, out of the one story house and into Kisame's truck.

Itachi's front pocket vibrated as his ringtone softly spilled out of his iPhone.

"Yes?" was the infamous Uchiha's greeting.

Two seconds later Itachi hung up and stuffed the cell phone into his pocket with enough force to pull his pants down by half an inch.

"Deidera?" Kisame guessed. He slammed the trunk closed. The bag in Itachi's possession was small enough to fit in the backseat.

The two entered the vehicle before Itachi nodded, "Idiot." He muttered darkly.

Kisame smirked humorously; He loved it when Itachi was so riled up. It was so much more entertaining.

10 minutes, 85 mph and 3 traffic lights later they arrived at the base. Zetsu was standing on the porch observing the sort-of rusted truck as it parked in the driveway behind a sleek Mercedes. Soon enough, two familiar and expected figures emerged from the truck and unloaded the back.

Hidan came from across the street, rag and bucket in hand. He had been washing his blood red Chevy Corvette.

"You fucking need a new ride, my friend. That shitty excuse for a car is about to collapse."

"Oh, shut up. You know my BMW kicks ass; I just brought my truck since everyone's going to take my ride to the airport tomorrow."

Hidan smacked his gum once loudly, showing his annoyance, "Whatever, seriously. Excuses won't save your reputation. It's not like you have one. Well, maybe you do," he stepped up and onto the porch to pass by all 3, "but I don't think it's as shiny as mine." Hidan kicked the door shut behind him.

"Pathetic bastard."

"Yo, Itachi. What's wrong, man? What crawled up your ass? Hidan's always a stuck-up prick."

"And so are you two!" was the muffled reply from the Jashinist who was now on the second floor, by the sound of it.

The elder Uchiha sighed, "I'm not exactly overjoyed to see my brother again. He did, after all, move to Florida so as not to see me."

"I'm sure he'll ignore you, Itachi. Now please, if you'd step inside, Leader wants to ask some questions." The two nodded to Zetsu and followed him to Pein's office.

They dropped all five bags (three for Itachi, two for Kisame. Kisame's bags are bigger.) outside the large doors before knocking.

"Enter."

They opened the door and filed in. Leader sat behind his large desk with neat stacks of paper and a couple binders atop it. Pein was a senior who had already taken over his late father's business- buying and selling merchandise originated from Mobile, Alabama (The rainiest state in the USA. Just had to throw in that pun!).

"Kisame, have you spoken to Sakura lately?"

"Yesterday."

"Are you sure she is comfortable with this situation?" They all knew the true meaning behind his words, 'Are you sure she won't crack under the pressure of having the burden of ten people, seven of which are the reckless, immature, demented psychopaths that are in my organization, excluding yourself?'

"Yes."

"Very well then. Zetsu, go make sure that everyone is done packing. And don't forget, the spare key to Hidan's room is on top of the doorframe. If need be, lock him in his room tonight. I think it would be for the best."

Zetsu nodded and Kisame smirked at the temporarily valuable information. He was going to mess with Hidan a bit…

"Dismissed. And by the way, someone get Kakuzu in here; he still has to confirm the flight tickets with me."

All three let out a mumbled, "Hai," and left the study.

Itachi immediately tensed after taking a glance at Kisame; he was grinning like a goddamn maniac.

He sighed, "What are you so enthusiastic about, Kisame?"

"Noooothing~" he sing-songed, while slightly tilting his head in a mockery of innocence.

The elder Uchiha rolled his eyes slightly and took a spot next to Sasori on the couch, "Right".

"Anyways, whatcha watchin'?" Kisame plopped himself onto the other couch where Konan was seated not-too-politely on the armrest.

Without turning to answer, she simply answered, "News. Three banks in North Carolina were robbed then burnt to ashes in less than 2 days."

"Cops believe it's the same people." Zetsu added, as he got up from his spot on the leaning on the back of the couch to look for Kakuzu. Not long after, Deidera clumsily strolled in with a Coke can in his hand and crashed onto the floor, his back in between Sasori's and Itachi's legs.

Deidera popped open his Coca Cola, eyes not leaving the screen. Such a dangerous thing, it was. It held the complete picture of elegance and frankness, however, deep within the walls –no pun intended—was a deadly liquid filled with caffeine.

Ah, yes. A definite No-No for someone like Dei-Kun, but where were his parents to stop him? Where they've been for 11 years now, of course- the grave.

"And now, as you can clearly see behind me, are the horrid results of the recent catastrophe. The whole two story building has inconveniently collapsed. Investigators are still trying to comprehend how these culprits were able to rob and burn down all three banks in less than six hours. Maybe they work in groups? However, after some very hard and careful investigating, detectives say that there was in fact, a code or pattern.

"As it may seem, the criminals broke into, robbed, and obviously burned the buildings during closing time. This and the fact of burning the evidence of their identities may add up to a conclusion: we are dealing with inexperienced robbers.

"They give the impression of both mercilessness and cowardice. Investigators are using this as an advantage and have high hopes of catching these hostile bandits.

"Until next time, this is Patricia Coleen; Raleigh, North Carolina; the Associated Press."

"Shit, dude." Hidan just sat there on the edge of the coffee table with his mouth open a bit; that was awesome.

"Did you fucking see how that building practically turned to ash?! Those Jashindamned crooks have gotta be damn amazing to do that!" He was already standing on the coffee table as his hands made weird gestures to prove his point, "Why can't our shitty leader give us cooler missions like that," an envious finger pointed at the TV screen which was now showing a commercial for some ice cream sundae that you could get from McDonald's, "instead of those crappy assignments that have us going to some loser's office and threaten to take his money if he doesn't cooperate with us!"

"Tell me about it, un!" Deidera now boosted with energy and determination.

"I'm fucking telling you, bitch!"

Deidera glared at him, "Not literally, un. It's a figure of speech, dork!"

"Both of you are fools, now move! You're in the way; I need to know what's going on financial-wise."

"Kakuzu, did you meet with Leader?"

Kakuzu turned his head slightly to look Itachi in the face as he settled down on a chair he dragged in from the kitchen, "Yeah..." His gaze snapped back at the two dimwits who dared to interrupt the business hour on the News Channel, "I thought I told you two boneheaded morons to move."

"I ain't going anywhere, you greedy bastard!"

Obviously, Deidera disagreed with that rather bold statement and moved to collapse onto another part of the ground. Far, far away from Kakuzu and his demonic aura.

"You and your foul mouth better scoot somewhere else; I'll really hurt you, Hidan." Kakuzu's annoyance and anger were practically rolling off of him in freaking waves.

"I'd fucking like to see you try, you half-witted boob!" Hidan smirked victoriously at Kakuzu's expression. Boy was this fun.

Hidan opened his shameful mouth to spout out something arrogant and disgraceful, but was suddenly cut short as large and strong hand enclosed around his neck and his back was crashing into the television.

No one dared to move as they watched the ugly but, sadly, normal scene before them. The TV was now uselessly and helplessly laying on the ground, quite a couple of feet away from its rightful spot on its stand. Hidan was being pushed against the window that went from floor to ceiling with one hand cutting him off from air, and another cocked back ready to punch the Jashinist. And boy, did Kakuzu punch him hard.

A sickening crack(s) was heard, but maybe that was the glass shattering, or Hidan landing on the statue of a fish on the side of the house he was pushed out of, or simply Hidan's jaw maliciously breaking.

Kakuzu's demeanor effectively cooled as everything silenced; Hidan hadn't made a sound other than a few grunts.

Slowly, the abused body sat upright with arms helping him to not fall over, and, after a few seconds, Hidan unexpectedly shot out from his position, through the broken glass and tackled Kakuzu to the ground. They punched, kicked, grunted, bonked and even spit (in Hidan's case) at each other until Pein and Zetsu came running down to the representation given to them. It was almost as if there was a damn arrow pointing at the two squabbling at each other with bright flashy lights that read, 'This is what you get for allowing a nut jobs into your organization.'

"Enough!"

Unfortunately, the fighting didn't stop. In fact, the tension increased and it seemed as if the hits that were being sent held more force than before. Seeing this as an unspoken demand, Kisame got up and unsuccessfully tried to pull Hidan off of Kakuzu.

Blood.

Fuck, this was bad! Everyone came over to rip the two aggressive beasts apart.

47 minutes later – Pein's office

"I don't want something like this happening again, or at least not in our time away; we must give a good impression there. Understood?"

No one showed signs of compliance, but no one disagreed, so that counted as a positive for Pein.

"Good. And seeing as though the broken glass was your doing, Kakuzu, you have to pay for it."

"Fine, but I'm not paying for anything else."

"Eh?! Wha 'bout ze table, tee-bee and cowth?! I'm not payin' fow zem!" Hidan obviously couldn't speak correctly with a fractured jaw. Psh, he'd be all good as new by tomorrow.

"May I remind you that it was your aggressiveness that damaged the rest?"

"Nuh-uh! Wha bout ze tee-bee?!"

"I caused it to fall; your blindness caused you to step in it."

Hidan growled, Kakuzu kept a straight face, and Pein rubbed his temples; this was going to be a long day…

Yay! 2,344 words! (excluding this A/N)

I'm so sorry! They didn't meet here! I really wanted them to meet!!

But I put in some action to make up for it! Finally, some time in New York!

Just as a side note, Whitefang245 was the beta for this chapter! Yay!