The Akatsuki now sat on Elliott's couch, one next to the other, while Elliott, Safia, and Kina sat down on three of the four plush armchairs in the spacious room. Safia was still glaring at Itachi. Her left leg crossed over the other at the knee causing her kimono to lift slightly revealing her slender legs. For some reason, Itachi could not restrain himself from tracing the curves of Safia's legs with his eyes. Safia cleared her throat causing Itachi to snap out of his trance. "My face is up here, weasel-boy," she said while pointing to her face. Itachi's eyes narrowed. Then, he returned to his cold death glare. Deidara, meanwhile, was preoccupied with Kina, more importantly, how low the top of her kimono was. (remember: Kina's kimono top is set lower than Safia's, and that Deidara is somewhat of a perv in this fic.) Kina was deep within other thoughts, until she saw exactly where Deidara was staring. 'Maybe if I turn on the feminine charm, he'll tell me who he really is.' she thought while looking over at Deidara. She leaned over to Elliott, "I'm going to try to get 'blondie' over there to talk." she whispered. "Try by any means necessary," Elliott replied, using the same volume of voice as Kina. Kina nodded slightly as she returned to her sitting position. She was sitting in a position similar to Safia's, but was leaning forward slightly. Then, one of the guest room doors opened, and Usagi walked out wearing a plaid skirt, a black shirt, and fishnet gloves that stopped at her elbows. She twirled a few times, and gracefully dropped into the remaining empty armchair. Elliott looked over at the Akatsuki. Then, met the gaze of their leader, Pein. (it's like a professional-like stare) "Ladies," said Elliott, breaking the silence. "Would you mind getting some drinks for our guests?" "Not at all, Elliott-sama," the three women replied. (they're showing respect for him) They pushed themselves off their armchairs, and strolled off to the kitchen.