A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been away for so long, I sort of got distracted with school and drama. If you've noticed, I changed my username from PsychoxKillerxFreak too Killer-San. I hope this won't cause any confusion, I'm just looking for a new start and a chance to rewrite some of my stories. Fan art for my work would be greatly appreciated, I've been losing reason to keep writing fanfiction. Maybe I'm just depressed, some bad things have been going on lately. Alas' I know that you are not here for me. You are here for the Akatsuki, and without further await, I present the next chapter of Akatsuki Moments to you.

Disclaimer: I don't own shit, ever so sadly.

The group slipped through the streets with a ghostly like appearance. They moved so slick, and dangerously, one couldn't tell that they were all psychos from afar. One would think that they were hardcore bad ass ninja. One must be very, very blind.

"Tobi doesn't understand why you had to blow up the bookstore, Kuzu-Sama."

"Because god hates you, Tobi."

Tobi cocked his head to the side, looking up at Kakuzu through the quarter-sized hole in his mask. "Oh, that old bitch? He sure loved me last night."

There was that awkward moment of silence as his words settled in, and Sakura couldn't help but mutter a "what the fuck" in the quiet. That was definitely not a Tobi thing to say, but Tobi only continued on his way towards the club at the end of the street and asked Deidara if he brought Tobi's crayons like he had never said anything at all.

"Erm, yeah. I brought your crayons.."

Deidara motioned to Hidan's pink leather purse which bounced against Hidan's skirt clad hip, but Tobi declined to go anywhere near that. God knows where anything on Hidan's body had been.

The group finally approached the club, after a time that seemed like forever, and they got in rather easily for their likes. Most clubs they weren't allowed into, but it might of helped that Kisame punched the guard in the face and Deidara threatened that if he didn't let the group in he'd learn what ass splinters felt like before the guard had even told them if they could go in or not. Oh well, either way someone was gunna get hit.

The music bounced against the plastered walls, and the S-rank criminals that slipped into the colorful rooms of the Tenchin Club. Their plan was forming, and their prey had no idea of their attack plan as they separated off into groups. Her hips swung to the beat of the music, Sakura had decided to stay on the dance floor and enjoy the night while the predators stood in await.

The only thing that would deter their plans would be the bar, and that well muscled man that was working his way towards their pinkette. Ten minutes in, and Kisame was already piss pot drunk with Tobi who was learning how to huff paint from the ravers towards the back of the club. Just, great.

Deidara stalked his way through the dancing people, searching for his partner on this particular "mission" Itachi. If you haven't guessed this yet, the Akatsuki didn't just come here to dance. Well, aside from Sakura. This was their revenge plan, and already it was falling apart.

"Well, hello there Sakura."

She flung herself around, and sized up the man who had strangely known her name, dragging her emerald green eyes up and over his attractive form. It was distracting how.. attractive he was. She had almost forgotten to question him as to how he had known her name.

"Yes?" She answered, having to strain her voice to be heard over the music.

He only smiled at her, and continued to dance around her, his ivory black locks fluttering in front of his face every now and then as his head bobbed up and down to the music. The pair didn't notice Deidara's most jealous face in the crowd of people around them.

His looks were hauntingly familiar, almost like she had seen this man before. The thought rushed back to her, reminding her that she probably had if he knew her name. Then, there was that killer instinct. She was an Akatsuki Member now.

"How do you know my name?" His smile turned just a bit more cocky, if that was possible, and he started to dance even closer to the growingly irritated pinkette.

When his hand brushed her side, Deidara just couldn't take it anymore. But he wouldn't be the one to make the move like he planned. Sakura? Well. Her elbow went straight into the man's crotch and he hit the ground like a rock. That wasn't the odd thing, however. It was the smoke that rose up around him in a swirl, revealing him as someone who Deidara had just been looking for.

Itachi.

But, Sakura wasn't as angry as one would have thought. She was angrier. This was definitely what Itachi got for not following the plans and going off on his own to get his own revenge on her. Maybe lying and saying something about his Dango had been too much motive..

"So, this was the revenge plan, huh?"

"Nn...my balls..."

Obviously, Itachi wasn't in any mood to be answering the angry medic, so her head turned up to Deidara, but he was already gone. Who the hell would want to stay around an ass kicking medic ninja? Especially a pissed one.

Deidara looked around, but he couldn't see anyone from the Akatsuki. Except for Hidan, but he was..erm..pole dancing. And Deidara just wasn't going to go near that, even when Hidan bent over and..

No. Just no.

Deidara nose dived in the opposite direction.

He had taken off towards Tobi and ..Kakuzu? Who were..raving? Kakuzu's hands flailed around his head as he head banged and really hot chicks covered him in glow in the dark paint, but that wasn't anything compared to Tobi. Sure, Deidara was jealous of Kakuzu's hot chicks, but Tobi. He was rocking the fuck out, mask off and completely covered in glow paint.

"Erm.. I don't think I'm gunna get any help from here, yeah."

He turned, but was attacked by Tobi who grabbed him and started dragging him back into the group with hot chicks, which Deidara wouldn't have minded if he wasn't currently running from a pissed off, psychotic,pink-headed bitch who wanted to kill him.. And speaking of the she-devil, Sakura came busting right into Kakuzu, clawing the fuck out of his chest while people danced around them.

This, this was going to be a long night. Longer than the night when Sakura got her period and ran out of pads.