This series of one shots is quickly turning into a regular series, which is somewhat frustrating on my behalf. I seemed to have accidentally dumbed Sasori down in this chapter, but who isn't when they are in love? My normal well thought out writing process has reverted back to its "write whatever comes into my head" process which is why this one seems a bit less structured (at least, I think so). This is probably the style you are more likely to see in the future, since the first chapter was worked on for several years while the pass couple have only been worked on for a couple months. Lots of POV shifts again.

Reminder: This story does not necessarily follow the Naruto time line, and it more of a collection of one-shots than an actual story.

Rating: T for minor language and some adult themes

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any shape or form. The only thing I do own is Aika...

It had been a while since Sasori had to go undercover. The clothes he had to wear to blend in felt weird to him, uncomfortable almost. He had no weapons on him but a few summoning scrolls. Deidara was outside the village; he never could blend in.

He had been wandering the streets for hours for some sort of clue. A little whiff of her scent, the sound of her voice, hell even a scream would have been okay. He just wanted to find her and fix her. As much as he hated to admit, he missed her. He missed her more than he ever thought he could.

***

My torn leg muscles trembled beneath my weight as I stared out the window. I had to hold myself up on the sill to keep from falling down. Running for so fast, so long, had really done its damage.

The room was lonesome. It always was, even when the masked scarecrow came to visit. I blinked as a red-headed man came into my vision of the street. His back was to me but the hair was the same. "Sasori-kun," My fingers moved to open the window, but they stopped when he suddenly vanished. Tears swept my eyelids as I lost my grip on the window sill and fell to the ground sadly, just a broken hearted illusion.

***

Sasori left the street in a hurry when a thought occurred to him. He was looking in all the wrong places for her; she wouldn't be walking the streets or shopping. She was kidnapped (or so he thought) and kidnap-ees did not roam the streets after being captured.

Ninjas had taken her- that much he knew. Said ninjas would probably be doing something regular ninjas do (though what regular ninja would take such a precious thing from him?!). He stopped running when he came to what he assumed was the Konoha ninja training ground.

He was always stupid when it came to her, always did stupid things. That's how he got into this situation. He said what he felt, something he had never done before and something he will never do again. He was trying to remember what it felt like to be near her. To have her in his arms and for her to have him in her heart and on her mind.

Sasori put his hands into his pockets; he didn't even know what he'd say to her when he found her…if he found her.

***

I couldn't stop the memory from coming back, the memory of that night that started this whole damn thing. Why couldn't he understand? Why couldn't he just accept me?

The door swung open, even though it had been locked. He was furious, and hurt, but mostly furious. He grabbed the key on the dresser, assuming it was the right one. And before Hidan could blink, she was unbound from the chains that were holding her up as if she was on a crucifix. She had sneaked away from his room even after he ordered her to stay.

"Sasori-kun, stop!" She tried to pull from him, but his grasp on her arm was too strong. She was too weak.

Hidan immediately grabbed her opposite arm, nearly pulling it out of socket. "We're not done!" Aika cried out in pain at the tug of war going on between them. Hidan let go at the cry, while Sasori just pulled harder.

She could feel the blind rage just melting off of him as he nearly threw her into his room. She was able to catch herself before she fell to the ground. She turned around to face him, terrified by what she saw. The look on his face, she had seen it many times before. Not from him, but from her father. Whenever her mother got home, that was the face she was welcomed with.

"Why do you have to be such a slut?" He asked in a voice so raised that it echoed in her head. God, how that word killed her. It broke her heart, broke her confusion, broke her voice.

She tried to speak but nothing came out. "Why am I not good enough for you?" His voice had lowered considerably. She hardly heard him that time.

"Saso-" He cut her off, entering another fit of rage when he realized that she was only wearing a black lacy set of bra and panties. She would never change.

"Get out." She couldn't tell by his voice what he was thinking anymore. It was so lost. She didn't move. "Get out!" There were tears in her eyes. That was the most vivid detail he remembered.

She grabbed his cloak, didn't even try to defend herself, and left. More accurately, she ran. Ran until she collapsed from exhaustion. Ran until she could no longer feel the pain in her chest and the saline on her face.

Kakashi stood silently in the doorway watching her. He hated when girls cried; he never knew what to do with them. It was always so awkward. She was on the floor, and he wasn't sure why.

He would have helped her up if he could stand the tears, but he couldn't so he didn't. There wasn't much he could do for her anyway. She was still a mystery.

***

Sasori wished the memory of that night hadn't pushed its way back into his thoughts, controlling his anger had never been his strong suit. After holding it in for so long he just popped, exploded, snapped.

He looked up at the sound of shouting children. One was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the other he recognized instantly as an Uchiha.

His blood started to boil at the thought of Itachi and several scenarios of him killing his younger brother to torment him flashed across his brain. Damn, he thought, I'm losing control. More training should do the trick, it always did the trick.

The blond moved to take a kunai out of his pocket, that was when it caught his eye. A lonely black tattered ribbon fluttered out with it. The ninja promptly returned it to his pocket before anyone could notice. The distraction enabled the Uchiha to get a hit in, sending the other to the ground.

Sasori was staring at him then. Him? He took his flower? He was a hardly a genin and yet he had her ribbon. There was something about his chakra…something dark about it.

Now he knew how he could have taken her. He was a jinchuuriki.

***

I gathered my strength and pulled myself up onto my bed. When I looked up I caught him staring at me. "Kakashi," I mumbled lightly as a familiar lust started to grow inside me. He blinked at his name in slight surprise as he entered the room.

My heart longed for me to be completed, a completion I only felt during sex. Love had welled up so much over the passed few days that it needed to escape. Escape the only way I knew how. "Kakashi-kun…"

***

Sasori did not like ramen; he borderline hated it. Despite his feelings towards the food he ordered a bowl of beef ramen quietly, sitting on the last stool of the small ramen stand. A few seats away his target was sitting with who assumed to be his teammates.

"Where is Kakashi-sensei?" The orange one asked while slurping up his noodles eagerly. The puppeteer just played around with his food in boredom while eavesdropping unnoticeably.

"He's at the hospital with that woman." The girl answered, giving her teammate disgusted looks as he ate as if he was starving. "Naruto!" She snapped as food fell from him mouth.

Naruto. Sasori made chakra strings to distract his emotions. They curled around his chopsticks and flexed his fingers. "Again? It's not like she's going to tell him anything. I think he should just send her to Ibiki! He'll get everything we need!"

The girl punched him on the back of his head, leaving a large welt. "Baka! He'd probably kill her!"

The chopsticks snapped.

***

I was still panting in delight, even after he had promptly left. My face fell when the feelings of my recent orgasm faded away. A familiar emptiness swept over me, again I felt alone. Even outside of my whorehouse I acted…like my mother. Sasori would kill me if he saw me right now.

Or Scarecrow. He dressed faster than I thought was humanly possible. I hardly even saw his face during the entire event, strange. Maybe he was ashamed. That has only happened once before, and it was with….him.

"Sasori-kun!" I held the sheet up over my sixteen-year-old breasts and around my waist as I tried to chase after him, "Please!"

"It's true, isn't it? What they say about you?" He had stopped, his voice untrusting, his back to me. He couldn't even look at me.

I looked at my bare feet and then I shut my eyes so tight I began to see a black and white tunnel. How could I answer him? How could I tell him that everyone was right? That I was just like my mother?

Sasori had turned around, unbeknownst to me. He stared at me, at how my body started to shake with shame. I couldn't explain how it happened, it just did. I just became her, I just didn't know how else to show my love.

I realized that he had come towards me when I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders. My head rested on his shoulder as he nudged it lightly, "I don't care."

***

The three young genins looked over at the Sasori when his chopsticks broke. He played it off smoothly, getting another set and breaking them apart. They realized that they hadn't noticed him at all until he broke his eating utensils. The Uchiha and the female were the only ones to realize that even after the wood of the chopsticks had splintered, the shards stayed together by what seemed to be some sort of invisible force.

When Sasori realized that they were looking at him he cut off his chakra strings, after which he pretended to ignore them as he picked some wood chips out of his uneaten ramen.

They went back to their conversation. Their conversation about her. "Hey! Kakashi-sensei!"

Sasori's attention was once again piqued. If his flower was indeed kidnapped then certainly their jounin sensei was the culprit. It was probably a case of mistaken identity. They probably thought she was some sort of threat to Konoha or to herself, but he knew that she'd never go with them willingly. Not with leaf ninjas.

"I thought you three were supposed to be training." He quipped while reading what Sasori knew was a pornographic novel, which made him even more worried.

Naruto, who's name Sasori was able to deduce, instantly snapped back at him, "I thought you were supposed to be helping us!"

Kakashi noticed Sasori and felt as if he had seen his face before. Neither ninja showed that either one was paying the other any attention. "How is she, Kakashi-sensei?"

He shifted somewhat awkwardly at the girl's question, but Sasori was the only one to notice it. "Fine." He flipped a page in his book.

The answer obviously annoyed them, all of them, because everyone sitting at the ramen stand was anxious to hear about her (well except maybe the Uchiha, he couldn't care less). The tension led Sasori to believe that Kakashi had just at sex with her. It was the same tension he felt shortly after Aika started to sleep with the other Akatsuki members. His anger flared again, but his face remained stoic.

The jounin took another look at Sasori. That look was all it took to ring the bell in his mind. Now he recognized him from his bingo book. Akasuna no Sasori. An S-Class criminal ninja from Sunagakure and it wasn't hard to see why he was here.

Ironically, at the exact same time, Sasori realized who the jounin was (from his identical copy of the bingo book). The infamous Copy Ninja. The rumors of him didn't scare the puppet master though. He had, what he thought to be, the deadliest poison of all. There was no cure and it was deviously painful. You can't copy that.

Kakashi gave a familiar lazy smile to his students, "if you three are done here, you have some training to do."

***

Once they were away from the ramen stand, Kakashi turned to the three with a serious look on his face rather than his usual bored and playful one. "That man at the ramen stand, did he talk to you?"

"No, he just sat there. He didn't even eat his ramen!" Naruto nearly shouted back, hating to see perfectly good ramen go to waste.

Sakura gave her sensei a confused look, "why, Kakashi-sensei?"

Kakashi flipped a page in his book, "he is an S-class criminal ninja from Suna."

The only point Naruto could see was that they were sitting next to a dangerous killer unknowingly, "So then why did we leave? Shouldn't we turn him in or something?"

Of course Kakashi had already thought of doing that, but quickly decided against it. It would cause more harm then good by now, especially since he had made the mistake of sleeping with Aika. He still was unsure of how that happened. Her lusty eyes and the way she said his name, he found himself unable to resist the open invitation. It had been a while since he had gotten laid; he was way overdue.

"That woman is from Suna." Sasuke commented with his typical emotionless voice. "He must be here for her."

Kakashi nodded, glad that at least one of his pupils got it. "It seems that I could have been wrong when I said she wasn't in any danger." But he wasn't sure if he was or not. If a ninja as strong as Sasori of the Red Sand wanted to capture and/or harm a simple civilian like Aika, then they would have easily been able to do so by now.

If Aika was indeed heartbroken, and if her heart was broken by said ninja, then Kakashi was in deep shit. Jealousy, he unfortunately knew, was not a good emotion for a ninja to harbor. They can do terrible things with it.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go see her!" Naruto shouted once more, this time out of concern rather than anger. Kakashi always loved his enthusiasm.

***

After redressing I went back to sitting up on my hospital bed in boredom. I was wearing Sasori's cloak, trying to remember what it felt like to be near him. To be in his arms and in his heart and on his mind. I couldn't even remember it. The feeling of tiny butterflies in my chest was what I missed the most, a feeling I now recognized as returned love and affection.

I had none of that here. No one to hold me until I fell asleep, no one to keep me company when I otherwise had nothing to do, and no one to have meaningful intercourse with. Everything in Konoha felt empty. I missed where I belonged.

Kakashi strolled in casually, reading his book while doing so. He didn't seem ashamed, just indifferent which annoyed me more. I'd rather be ashamed of than uncared for.

He decided to be frank, "Do you know Akasuna no Sasori?"

My eyes widened slightly, something he caught, how could Kakashi know about him? "No. Who is he?" I replied bluntly, though he could tell I was lying about not knowing him.

"He is a criminal from your village, a missing ninja." Kakashi prodded me verbally, trying to get me to spill my connection with Sasori. Unfortunately for him I had quickly decided to deny any relation to the Akatsuki and all of its members. Plus, I didn't see him as a criminal. I don't even know what crimes he is said to have committed. I have no desire to know either.

I finally broke the silence with my reply, "what does he have to do with me?" It was obvious that I was withholding information now, and I knew it was. I didn't care; it was none of his business what my relation to Sasori was unless, of course…he was in the village. Sasori wouldn't be that careless though, would he? To be walking around a village such as Konoha being who he is?

The butterflies suddenly returned as I subtly inhaled the scent he had left behind on his cloak collar.

***

Kakashi was starting to get annoyed. She was withholding information that could be vital to her own health! Why wouldn't she just tell him how close her and this missing nin were? He didn't think she was that prideful to hide what seemed to be unimportant information.

The cloak was not a woman's cloak. He noticed that when he first saw her, and he had pieced together that is belonged to whoever made her run. Since then (within a few hours actually) he had pieced even more together: that the cloak must have belonged to Sasori himself. In which case, he needed to get it away from her or at least find out if he was correct.

It could potentially be used as bait for a trap. After all Sasori was a criminal and needed to be caught. He needed to pay for the crimes he had committed.

"That boy, your student, Sasuke-kun is his name?" She asked tentatively, no longer looking as bold as she had previously. The question itself caught him off guard since his team had had little to do with her the past few days. Kakashi had decided to leave them more on the sidelines just in case she turned out to be dangerous.

Said team was eavesdropping outside the room, and the atmosphere immediately went cold. Even they couldn't understand how she could possibly know his name. "He looks a lot like his brother."

cliffhanger? A little. But you know what a cliffhanger means? A definite chapter four! Sorry not a lot of romance once again. I planned a reunion in this chapter but it just didn't happen. At least you finally know what happened to make her run away, right?

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