-1Warnings: rated M for language violence and sexy situations ; )
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Sakura was silent as Itachi led her to the room, she would be staying in. He moved with equally silent steps. As they made their way up stairs and down corridors, she saw that they were in an old training compound. They had one like it back in Konoha. It was a building hidden in secret for the training of elite nin. This one was clearly older in design but still the same in fundamentals. She knew the layout of one like the back of her hand. A basement to keep non perishable foods and prisoners, first floor would be for domestic things, second for housing, and third for storage. Outside she assumed would be the training fields.
Her musings were cut off by Itachi stopping in front of a wooden door. "You will be staying here, the bathroom's adjoined but you'll be sharing."
A pink eyebrow shot up. "With who?"
Though the lower half of his face was hidden she could've sworn that he was smirking. "Deidara."
She grimaced and he left her standing there. With nothing better to do she slipped inside and shut the door. Sunlight poured in through an open window and she surveyed her room. Simple black carpet covered the floor, in one corner there was a single bed with a black quilt and crisp white sheets. A nightstand stood beside it with a small lamp resting on it. A desk sat on the opposite wall, right next to another door which she assumed to be the bathroom. The walls were white.
It was small, but held its own charm. Sighing she sat down on the bed and put her face in her hands.
Is this really what I want? It's true that the village isn't perfect but these guys are downright evil. Still, what they do is, when you get down to it, not really all that different from, what we ninja are taught to do: survive on what you can, and do what you must to survive. If I refuse I die, but if I accept…
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Her head jerked up as the door slammed open and a certain blonde pyro stormed in. Kisame followed him grinning.
"Haven't you heard of knocking?" she asked as they stood there, one glaring at her the other looking as if he was about to crack up.
Deidara pointed at her. "You mean to tell me I have to live next door to that bitch?"
Kisame chuckled and said, "Leaders orders."
Sakura's eye twitched in annoyance. "Listen prima-Donna, I'm not to happy about it either, living next door to some perv with mouths on his hands isn't an inviting prospect to me…and ill be sure to be locking my doors.
"Perv?"
"Of course, no one with three mouths is entirely…wholesome-minded."
Kisame burst out laughing and Deidara stomped off through the open door.
Before the blue man left he looked at her and said, "Your something else you know that?"
"So I've been told."
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Her eyes seemed to stick closed as she groggily awakened. Last night had been full of debates with herself, half formed ideas, and rationalized excuses. She still didn't know what to do. If she joined there would be freedom, and a new lease on life. If she refused, she would die, or if she somehow managed to escape, there would be nothing left but her hollow life, back at the village.
Sighing she opened her eyes, and let out a scream. Standing over her and staring intently at her through one eye-hole, was that masked man from the day before. Furious she grabbed the lamp form her bedside table and cracked it over his head.
"WAAA! Tobi is a good boy, don't hit him!"
"GET OUT YOU CREEP!"
The boisterous stalker fled the room as her lamp sailed after his head. Getting out of bed in her uncomfortable ANBU uniform she walked toward the bathroom and knocked. No answer.
Silently she slipped inside and shut the door, locking it behind her. It was a small bathroom, with tiled floor a small shower, a toilet and sink and mirror. On the toilet seat was a set of black clothes. Sakura picked them up. Well I doubt Deidara is my size and wears a bra…then again he does kind of look like a girl…
She laughed at herself and locked the other door that she assumed was Deidara's.
Her sore muscles thanked her as the warm water soothed the aches and pains of the last few days. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo she washed her hair, untangling it and scrubbing out the dirt. Finally when she felt clean and refreshed she stepped out and toweled off.
The clothes fit but the shirt was a little tight. Sighing she wriggled into the soft black pants and unlocked the doors.
Her room seemed chilly after that shower as she dumped her uniform next to the bed. Soon after she was feeling bored, so she walked outside and downstairs.
Upon a whim she opened the first door she came to and found herself in a small kitchen, currently occupied by a very large plant. Yellow eyes followed her as she opened the fridge and peered at it's contents. What she saw didn't surprise her, they were all men after all, so the moldy blue sandwich, cartons of takeout, and miscellaneous goop hardly fazed her.
After all those years of looking after Naruto it could've been a lot worse.
Sighing she closed the refrigerator and nearly jumped out of her skin as a raspy voice said behind her, "I could cook you something if you gave this to Itachi-san."
She looked at him wearily as he pushed a wrapped package toward her.
"Err…I don't know where he is."
"Ask Tobi, he's with Deidara sharpening weapons next-door."
Shrugging she grabbed the package and walked next door. What she saw nearly had her on the floor laughing. Tobi, was hung upside down on the ceiling struggling and whining about being a 'good boy'. Deidara was graciously ignoring him, and sharpening some kunai. Upon her entry he looked up. The room was full of weapons and whetstones. She nervously rubbed her neck as piercing blue eyes looked into her own jade ones. "Err, do you know where I could find Itachi?"
Still swinging helplessly from the ceiling Tobi excitedly waved at her. "Tobi knows!"
"Shut up Tobi, if you cant even watch her like I asked, what makes you think your getting down?"
"That was YOU who told him to do that!?"
The blonde, shrugged and went back to sharpening . "I didn't want to so I asked Tobi, obviously that didn't work."
"You fucking STALKERS!" she was livid.
He ignored her and asked, "What do you want Itachi for hm?"
"The plant guy asked me to give him this."
"That's Zetsu, Itachi is the fifth door on your right up the stairs, yeah."
She thanked him in an unsure way and ran up the stairs. This place was full of fucking weirdoes…
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Her stomach, rumbling she knocked on the door. It was in a secluded corner of the building, just perfect for an anti-social, genocidal, sociopath.
She was distracted as she heard movement behind the door, but as soon as it opened, the occupant had her full attention.
There, in the doorway, stood the most notorious criminal in the Fire country…wearing nothing but a towel. His long ravens hair hung wet down his back. Her eyes traveled up his toned, muscular legs, paused at the towel and continued up, his lean, equally muscled torso. That cloak he usually wore, left a lot to the imagination… Finally her eyes met his face. Under his ebony eyes, there were creases. On any other man it would have made him look older, but not Itachi. On his face it made him more masculine, and deadly sexy…
"Can I help you?"
She fought down a blush and held out the package. "Zetsu told me to give you this."
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Behind the closed door Itachi smirked. Working your way into a persons mind, required a knowledge of what unsettled them. Gaining a hold on this girl mentally, was going to be a cakewalk. So she approves of me physically…hmf, women are so fickle…
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So things got interesting in this chapter --winks suggestively--. Come on you know you have all had your own fantasies of naked Itachi!