Hey everyone! Sorry for the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG wait; I got a new computer, and it took me forever to move all my old files to it (and it's still in process...), so this fic was temporarily on hiatus. However, I now present you with a new chapter of Akatsuki's Little Lily:
Usual disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, but I do own Sayuri
Chapter 3: Maid For the Job
"ZETSU! YO, ZETSU! GET YOUR PLANTY ASS OVER HERE!"
A man with a face half-white, half-black and yellow-green eyes opened a door and stared at Sayuri.
"Who are you?" his white side asked. [A/N: Remember, Zetsu wasn't among those who burst into Sayuri's room upon her waking up at the base.]
"She looks tasty," the black side remarked.
Sayuri gave him a repulsed look.
"We might as well eat her now before she causes trouble."
"Fuck off!" she yelled, getting defensive. "I fucking work for this fucking organization! You can't eat me!"
"Actually, since you are not a member and are only our maid, he technically could eat you, if he so desired," corrected a voice from behind her.
Sayuri spun around — to see the other redhead of Akatsuki: Pein.
"Yeah…but then you wouldn't have such an incredibly cute maid in your service!" Sayuri winked and then beamed in a childish manner.
"I'm married," he reminded her.
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
Sayuri took this as her cue to leave, and meekly shuffled away.
Staring at herself in the mirror, Sayuri scowled. She had just changed into the uniform Pein had sent her.
She hated it.
Why did it have to be a French maid uniform? With a teensy-tiny skirt? And a lace-up corset on the front…and why did it have to show cleavage?
If there had only been a few guys — or at least a balance of females — she might not have minded. But as there were eight men — and most were probably much older than her — Sayuri felt rather uncomfortable.
Well…if they say anything, I'll so kick their asses, she thought sourly, putting on a pair of black leggings that just barely reached her knees.
Sayuri put on the new pair of sandals given to her [A/N: They're like Tsunade's or Shizune's], irritated that they did not have the same support that her old ones had given her.
A loud, sharp bang on her door startled her.
"Dinner," Pein's voice announced, sounding impatient.
Sayuri cursed to herself.
She entered the "eating room", if you could even call it that, and was greeted by hoots and whistles by every male in the room but three: Pein, Tobi, and a dark-haired man next to Sakura.
Sayuri stuck her middle finger up at everyone, and sat down across from Sakura, noticing afterwards that she had sat in between Zetsu and Hidan.
Great. Stuck in the middle of a cannibal and a voodoo priest.
And both, she had a feeling, had plans in mind of what to do with her.
Oh no you don't.
She clenched her jaw.
The dark-haired man next to Sakura looked at her.
Oh. My. God. "Itachi?"
Sakura glanced at her curiously, but Itachi surveyed her cautiously, his dark eyes changing to the red and black of the Sharingan. They grazed the swirl tattoo on Sayuri's left arm, a remnant of her days in ANBU.
She stared back at him, knowing he had the same tattoo.
"Sayuri."
She grinned and he gave her a small smile in return. When they had both lived in Konoha, Sayuri had been close friends with Sasuke, often going to the Uchiha house. The younger Uchiha brother had introduced her to his older brother, and Sayuri had idolized him. And although Itachi was not known for his social skills, he had always liked spending time with the younger girl.
"So…how've you been?" Sayuri asked him.
"I'm married."
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" she yelled loudly.
"Guess I forgot to mention that to you, Sayuri," muttered Sakura. "I'm now Mrs. Sakura Uchiha."
Her dream came true, then, Sayuri thought. Even though it wasn't through Sasuke…she's still an Uchiha.
Still trying to process this information, she remarked, "Next thing you're gonna tell me is that Sasuke's a dad — he's not, is he?" Sayuri added quickly.
"No," replied Itachi.
"Good. No offence, Itachi, but I met up with him recently, and he's gotta be the biggest bastard I've ever met."
"You aren't the only one who thinks so," he told her, glancing at his wife.
Sayuri looked down at her plate. Delicious scents of take-out filled her nostrils, but she was not hungry. She knew how deeply Sasuke had hurt Sakura, and was angered and disgusted by his actions.
Itachi, you hurt my friend like your jerk brother, and I swear…
Sayuri spent the next hour after everyone had eaten, cleaning up. Pein had forbidden anyone to help her, and the Akatsuki were not the cleanest eaters.
Who does he think I am, a bad kid in school in need of a detention or something? She wondered as she furiously scrubbed the table clean, but could not help a smile: that was exactly the type of child she had been.
When she had finished cleaning the "eating place", she was tired and ready to fall asleep. But to her dismay, she entered the hall to find a huge pile of dirty laundry.
Are you fucking kidding me? She groaned to herself. She muttered curses on all of Akatsuki — except on Konan (who she had not yet met, but as she had been the only female for a long time, Sayuri sympathized with her), Sakura, and, partially, Itachi.
Now, where the hell is the laundry room?
Luckily it was not too far away — when she found it. Tiredly, she put the clothes in the washing machine, turned the dials, and it began to wash the Akatsuki's clothes.
Now what do I do?
She sat on top of the dryer, pulled out a sketchbook and pencil from her bag, and began to draw.
"Sayuri?"
She looked up. "Sakura?"
The pink-haired now-Uchiha entered. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
Sayuri shook her head. "No, thanks. Just waiting for the laundry to be done." She put on a cheerful smile, though she was, inside, irritated from the few hours she had spent among the Akatsuki.
Sakura must have sensed the other's feelings, because she told her, "They usually aren't that bad. I think they just like teasing new girls. Give it a few days and they'll back off a bit."
Sayuri raised an eyebrow. "And if they don't? Can I kick the shit outta them?"
Sakura laughed. "I think it would be better if I just got Itachi to threaten them."
Sayuri was silent.
"Hey, what's this?" Sakura noticed the sketchbook.
The redhead handed it to her, and she leafed through the pages.
"Wow, these are really good."
Sayuri smiled. "Thanks."
Sakura handed it back to her. "You should show these to Deidara some time. He's really into art, and he'd love them."
"You think so?"
Sakura nodded. "Well, I'd better get back. Good night, Sayuri."
"Yeah…'Night."
The next morning, a loud pounding outside her door woke Sayuri.
Who the hell wants me up at — She glanced at her clock — at fucking six AM?!!
Tiredly, she stood up and opened the door.
"Good morning, Sayuri," Pein greeted her, though he did not sound at all like he meant it.
"Whadduya want?" she slurred tiredly.
"Your duties begin now."
"What?! D'you know what time it is?"
"Yes. It is six AM."
Sayuri folded her arms over her chest. "And why do I have to do…whatever at fucking six in the morning?!"
"This organization starts early."
"And I guarantee you that if I walk into anyone's room right now, they'll all be asleep!"
"Now, yes. Which is why you have to prepare things so when they do wake up, everything will be in order."
I have two words for you, Pein: Fuck. You.
Pein left, and Sayuri went to get dressed into the French maid uniform.
Quietly, she crept past the bedrooms and decided to fold the laundry from the previous night. She arranged each member's clothes into a separate pile, giggling when she found their underwear.
It was still early when Sayuri had finished, and she decided, with the remaining time, to cook breakfast.
Hmm…what should I make? She wondered, going through the cupboards. Well, they suck. They don't have, like, anything!
In the end, she decided to make waffles, though she had to improvise, as Akatsuki did not have a waffle-maker.
Well, I hope they like 'em barbecued!
Deidara was the first one to enter the kitchen.
"Are those…waffles, yeah?" he asked.
Sayuri grinned. "Yup! I was up anyways, so I figured I'd make something."
Deidara sat down and took a bite.
"These are great, yeah!"
Sayuri smiled and sat across him. "Thanks, Deidara." She leaned closer, noticing the slight blush that appeared on his cheeks. "To tell you the truth…I barbecued them."
The blond raised his eyebrows.
She shrugged. "You guys don't have a waffle-maker."
Sakura started to enter, and Sayuri stood up to serve her.
"Hey, Sakura, yeah," Deidara greeted her.
The pink-haired woman's eyes narrowed. She touched her stomach lightly, and left the room.
Sayuri went to stand next to Deidara.
"What was that all about?" she asked him.
He shrugged.
"She's hated me since I brought her here, un…dunno why, yeah."
Sayuri looked at him thoughtfully. "Well…I don't know if it's really from capturing her, or if…"
"What…un?"
"Well…" Sayuri scratched the back of her head awkwardly. "It's just — you probably remind her of Naruto."
Deidara's blue eyes widened quizzically at her. "Naruto?"
"Yeah, and she and him were really, really food friends in Konoha."
"Wait…that's the nine-tailed fox kid, right, un?"
"Deidara, he's nineteen."
"He's younger than me, so he's a kid, yeah."
"I'm younger than you."
"How would you know, yeah?" demanded Deidara, startled.
Sayuri gave him a very sly grin. "I told you yesterday, I'm Akatsuki's number-one stalker! I know everyone's birthday, age, blood type, shoe size, clothes size, what your underwear looks like —"
"— What the hell, yeah?!" Deidara blushed scarlet.
"— So I know that you're twenty-two; I'm eighteen, by the way."
"You are a kid, un."
She hit his head with the spatula. "Shut up. I'm legally an adult, even if I'm not old enough to drink."
Sayuri looked around and then sat down next to him. She leaned close to him and muttered, "Deidara, did you notice what Sakura did when she left?"
"Glare at me, un?" he guessed.
She shook her red-orange-haired head. "No," she whispered. "She was holding her stomach!"
"So?"
Sayuri decided to hold back a particularly nasty comment about blonds [A/N: I personally have nothing against blonds, so you know], and went on excitedly,
"I think Sakura's pregnant!"
Deidara's eyes widened dramatically so he looked bug-eyed when he stared at her.
"Holy shit, yeah!"
"But don't tell anyone, 'cuz I'm not sure…and I'm sure she and Itachi don't wanna spread the news yet — hell, I don't even know if Itachi knows."
Deidara scowled at the mention of the Uchiha, but told her, "He probably knows; there isn't much he misses with that damn Sharingan, yeah."
She nodded. "True."
More Akatsuki members began arriving for breakfast, including the Uchiha couple: Itachi looked grim and Sakura looked pale and clammy. Itachi also had his arm around his wife, and eyed her stomach with his Sharingan.
Sayuri exchanged a look with Deidara, before disappearing into the kitchen and bringing out more food. [A/N: let's say the cook that Akatsuki hired in ACB was killed "by accident" by Hidan, as he used her as a sacrifice to Jashin]
Okay. She's definitely pregnant, Sayuri thought, plastering a fake smile on her face as she served the Akatsuki members. And from the look of things, Itachi knows. Sayuri glanced at Hidan, who was cursing loudly and was threatening to sacrifice Kakuzu to Jashin; Zetsu, who eyed her hungrily; and Kisame, who absent-mindedly stroked his sword, Samehada.
Shit, a baby here? I wish them luck. I hope the kid grows up better than Sasuke…though considering Itachi's history with kids…
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