So this chapter. Don't like it. Love the ending. Don't like everything else. Though originally it was going to be titled Wilt I changed it at the last minute. Chapter five will more than likely be titled Wilt instead. Beginning of this chapter was inspired by "Change" by Deaftones as well as "Breathe" by Pearl Jam. I know this is shorter than usual, but I liked the stopping place. Apologies if you don't like it.

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 some adult themes (hinted torture, rape, and sexual content)

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

Sasori had watched her change so many times over the decades. From the time they were little until now. He would compare her to a butterfly, but butterflies didn't do the things she did. He should have never brought her to the Akatsuki. He should have left her to rot in Suna.

These thoughts crept through his mind as he watched her undress through the window. He should have listened to everyone when then told him to stay away from her. She went down on her knees and unzipped the pants of the man in front of her.

He felt anger again, towards her and her lifestyle. He felt like too much like a cliché when the sensation of his heart breaking overrode any other feeling. Why was she doing this to him?

***

Since my outburst, I had been taken to questioning in a building I had assumed to be run by the Konoha ANBU. There wasn't any information I could give them that would satisfy their thirst for Itachi's blood. I realized this after they easily saw through the lie about him raping me in the forest. They didn't believe me. No one believed me.

Sasori-kun where are you? I pleaded as I was forced to perform oral sex on one of the interrogators. Do it or get hurt. What pride did I have left anyway?

Sasuke had burst into the room after my utterance of their similar looks. Kakashi almost instantly became on edge, a sense of betrayal welling up in him at the thought that he had just slept with a woman who had potentially slept with Itachi as well.

His student had a kunai out and was almost ready to force the information from my terrified face. My eyes were wide; this was not the diversion I wanted! I only wanted to get Sasori off of the subject, clear his name from the air before I was connected to him.

"How do you know Itachi?" His voice was so much darker than before. I forgot that Sasuke was a ninja too, just like the rest of them. He was capable of terrible things just like the members of the Akatsuki.

Tears came to my eyes at the question, how could I ever come off as innocent? "He raped me."

It came out in a believable tone. In fact, the little one did believe me, but his elder did not. Kakashi knew how to read people, especially me. He asked Sasuke to leave as he moved closer towards my bed.

He didn't feel that taking out a weapon was necessary like Sasuke did. He knew I couldn't defend myself. He knew I was a fly caught in a web. And that was when I saw it, the eye that had been concealed. The eye I had seen before and had experienced first hand before was now staring right at me.

I swallowed begrudgingly and pulled away from the man. Vomit rose to the back of my throat, but I swallowed that too. At least my stomach was no longer empty. The man (whose name I didn't know, I didn't know any of their names) put his hand on my head to further belittle me. Never had I hated sex so much.

"Now are you going to tell me your relation to Akasuna no Sasori? Or am I going to have to punish you again?"

The name swam in my head. Was I wrong to think that Sasori was in the village looking for me? Why had he not saved me by now? Betrayal and anger rose steadily as I continued to wonder what had happened to him.

I looked up at my tormentor with nothing but hatred in my eyes. He laughed at me, tugging my hair in the process, "now that's a new look. What? I thought you liked being a whore?"

"I never liked it!" I shouted at him, emotion rushing up from what felt like nowhere. I didn't want to be a whore; I didn't want to end up like my mother- alone without a person who cared about her and with a reputation of doing nothing but lying on her back for a living.

My outburst startled him. I had hardly spoken and had only spoken softly. He pulled my hair harder making tears come to my eyes. All I wanted…all I ever wanted was to be with him. "How do you know Sasori?"

The reiteration of the question had a new emotion behind it. I knew by now that it meant that either I answer the question or I would be punished. I would be physically punished unless I performed sexually. But I hated physical pain more than anything in the world (besides myself at this point in time) and had always succumbed to the ninjas that entered the room.

"I love him."

***

"I never liked it!" Sasori stared at her, she was protecting him? Guilt washed over his entire body as her body visibly sank in sadness. They were torturing her to get information about the Akatsuki, and she obviously hadn't given them anything, not even a minute detail.

"How do you know Sasori?" He watched closely to see what she would do; he noticed the difference in tone in the interrogator's voice. Sasori made chakra strings outside the barred window just in case. His chakra was concealed so that no one could sense him nearby. If she gave in, he would have to punish her himself and that was something he just didn't want to do.

But the next thing to come out of her mouth shocked him more than anything; he nearly lost concentration and revealed himself. "I love him."

He could tell she was crying by the croak in her voice and the way her body collapsed further after the words left her lips. The ANBU ninja was taken aback as well. The grip he had on her hair loosened and let go. She had finally said something useful.

***

Kakashi stared lazily at her as she lay in a heap on the cold ground. He pretended not to know what all they were doing to her to get out information. The ANBU rarely ever had to get information out of a female citizen and apparently they had taken advantage of that. They were probably like him in that they didn't really have much time for sex. He almost felt guilty. Almost.

She was, after all, harboring information on S-Class criminal ninjas. There was no telling just how many she actually knew since Itachi and Sasori seemed to be two completely different ninjas yet she knew both of them either personally or through the grapevine, she knew.

But still, the familiar depressed air she had produced in the hospital surrounded her now; only this time it was slightly different. There was anger mixed into her sadness and she cried out openly now, unlike before.

He watched her shoulders shudder as she cried to the cement on the ground. He couldn't tell exactly why she was crying, whether it was from the repeating episodes of rape or the situation itself. His curiosity prodded him to seek out the answer.

"I have done nothing wrong." She stuttered between sobs. She looked up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen. "Why are you doing this to me?"

She was keeping back vital information on killers. She deserved this, didn't she? She had the choice of telling them her connections. She had the choice to save herself. But if that was true, why was he suddenly starting to feel regret?

When he first met Aika, she had seemed so innocent. She was helpless in every aspect he could think of. She even slept with him for reasons behind his own knowledge. Yet, this little flower turned into a Venus fly trap. She was closed up until they could force her open. And for what? Information that might not even be accurate?

At once Kakashi realized that he had made a grave mistake.

***

I noticed Kakashi left without answering my questions as I tried to sit up a little off of the floor. The slight physical pain I felt from being overused paled in comparison to that which I felt inside my chest. My heart felt as if it was ready to burst into a million pieces and end my life in an abrupt manner.

A creaking noise behind me caused my ears to twitch; I looked to see the bars to the little window of my cell being sawed apart. The instrument doing the damage was a tool I was all too familiar with, but I wasn't sure if it was real or not. The tip of Hiroku's tail was easily cutting through the bars that had been confining me.

Immediately my heart leaped, for only one person could be behind a wooden tail such as that. "Sasori-kun." I whispered with a voice hoarse from crying. No one answered me but a hand appeared and offered itself to me plainly.

I slowly moved towards the window and eventually slid my hand into the one being given to me. The familiar feeling of his skin against mine caused the butterflies to crack again from their cocoons and flutter around my ribcage.

He pulled me up until I had both arms over the sill. I held onto it as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me the rest of the way out. The cell had been slightly below ground so that the window was very close to the grass outside. There was only a foot or two between the opening and the soil.

Both of us were quiet as I lay against him on the ground, half pulled into his lap and half sprawled out on the grass. His arms were wrapped around me; his face was in my hair. It was cold in my scant second-hand clothing, but I didn't care. I hardly noticed the wind against my skin as our body heats meshed together. I almost felt like too much like a cliché when the sensation of my heart welling with joy overrode all other feelings of fatigue and hurt, but I didn't care about that either.

***

Kakashi was just about to go back into the cell when he heard the sound of metal against metal. He looked through the small window on the cell door to see a hand going through the now bar-less window.

His hand jolted to the knob, but he suddenly stopped himself as he saw her getting pulled out of old cell. He was almost certain that it was Sasori and as much as he wanted to run in and snatch her back, he didn't. He stayed perfectly still and watched from the small window her body laid against his. The sad air was gone and now, so was she.

***

Sasori stood up, lifting me up with him. His grip around my body was starting to crush me, but I didn't care. I only wished that I could have somehow closer to him at that moment. In the past I would have wanted to tear his clothes off and be skin against skin, two bodies entwined into one in the heat of passion.

But I knew now that passion did not equal love. Many of those ninjas were passionate about having sex with me, but none of them loved me. But he loved me that much I now know for certain.

***

It was far into the night when they had arrived back at the hideout. Aika had fallen asleep on top of Deidara's clay bird. Sasori could tell that she hadn't slept well in a long time by how deeply she was sleeping now. She hadn't said anything and neither had he.

Not that either of them had any idea of what to say. Deidara asked questions which went unanswered. He was simply ordered to take them home, and he complied with a huff and a fist full of clay.

The bird landed on the ground in front of the hidden cave, Sasori scooped Aika up and walked inside. Everyone else was asleep when they arrived so the puppeteer was lucky to not get bombarded with even more questions of their return.

Sasori laid her down on his bed and really looked her over for the first time in a long time. His fingers traced a cut that was on her arm lightly. He had never seen her so physically hurt in his life. She'd get the occasional scrape, cut, or bruise; but never so many at one time.

He lifted the small tank top she was wearing to see her ribs protruding out unhealthily. He frowned at this, feeling the grooves between her ribs to the point of accidentally tickling her awake.

***

My eyes shot open at the sensation of something brushing against my ribs. They frantically shot around the room until my vision adjusted to the dim light. I thought I would never see this room again. I thought I would never see him again.

"Sasori-kun," I muttered, letting a small smile come to my face, "Sasori-kun, I love you."

He stood up straight, but continued to stare directly at me. I knew what he was doing; he was searching for a hidden meaning, for a lie or a hint of dishonesty. He turned to leave, but before doing so he whispered words that felt taboo to hear, "I love you too."

Okay, okay, maybe not an all-star reunion but it's not too terrible, right? I'm terribly unsure about the quality of this one (don't I say that every time?), but I felt really bad for not updating in so long. ]:

Also, I'd like to warn you that I have no idea what to do for chapter five. I know what I want to overall accomplish, but that's about it. Other than that I'm totally blank. I think it'll probably splash in some more flashbacks to keep it from being boring as sin. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and thanks everyone for the reviews! Kisses to you all~

(-tear- even when my added notes I didn't hit 3k! Oh well, can't always be a winner. I'll be sure to add a bit more to chapter five...or at least try to.)