Thanks to everyone who voted!

Votes:

Itachi: 41

Deidara: 16

Hidan: 11

Draco: 9

Pein: 5

Fred: 5

Madara: 3

Sasori: 3

Harry: 3

George: 3

Lupin: 2

Kisame: 1

Ron: 1

And draco-harry-SarcasticSadist brought up a wonderful point!! I wasn't going to put this in the story, but people wanted this so...guess what!! In Naruto (the real story/show, not my fanfic) Sasuke does, in fact, join Akatsuki! So nooooow, he is officially on the voting poll for the Sakura pairing! Along with Suigetsu and Juugo, of course. We can't leave them off. A new addition to the votes, courtesy of PedroCullenBloomTM, since she likes SasuSaku stories:

Sasuke: 1

I'm sorry if there's a lot of mistakes! My right hand/wrist is currently in a brace, so it's making it hard for me to type! :(

And now, on to the story! Please read and review, and don't forget to vote for who you want to end up with Sakura! :D

Sakura sighed as she stared up at the ceiling.

The Slytherin dorms were nothing like her room back at home (if an Akatsuki base could really be considered home; they transferred bases every week or so.) It was a bit unnerving to share a room with so many other girls – not to mention that she had no idea whatsoever who they were –, mostly because the Akatsuki only had two female members, herself included. It was just...strange.

But, she had to admit, she almost missed talking to a girl. Almost.

Konan was the only female she had actually spoken to since her mother and two best friends were killed. It had happened so long ago...

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"Hey, Sakura! Open up!"

A long-haired twelve-year-old Sakura ran eagerly to the front door, throwing it open all too quickly. Two girls her age stood on the front porch, one with a wide grin and the other with a more laid-back smile.

The more enthusiastic one – Akatora Furea – had flaming red hair with natural orange highlights and fire-colored eyes. Her hair was pulled up into a flame-shaped ponytail with bangs partially covering her eyes. She wore a black tank top with criss-crossed straps that ended in an upside down v-shape and black pants. Flames were designed beautifully into the fabric.

The second girl – Tori Yuri – had snow-white hair with silver streaks pulled into a swirly ponytail and icy-blue eyes. She wore a silver off-the-shoulder top that also ended in an upside down v-shape with a black tank top underneath and faded blue pants. A black choker with a pale blue teardrop pendant hugged her neck.

"Furea! Yuri!"

"Hey, Sakura!" Furea laughed. "Come on! Sakamaru and Sikomaru are waiting!"

Sakura whirled around as her mother stood quietly behind her.

Her mother – Kikara Kirame, seeing as she dropped her husband's Haruno name – had dark pink hair with pale pink bangs framing her face. Her eyes were the exact same shade as Sakura's. She smiled.

"Go on, Sakura, dear," she murmured.

"Yes!" Sakura cheered, hugging her mother around the waist. "Thanks okaa-san!"

With a grin, she raced out the door with Furea and Yuri.

"Hey, Sa–"

"Sakura?"

Sakura blinked, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. She glanced to the side to see a Slytherin girl looking at her tiredly. Sakura knew the girl's name; she had said it earlier. She just...temporarily misplaced the thought...

Sakura lay there for a moment, her mind resurfacing to the present.

"Hm?" she finally asked.

"What are you doing?" the girl whispered, raising a hand to stifle a yawn. "You look like you haven't slept at all tonight."

Sakura paused.

"I'm sorry," she apologized quietly, so as not to wake the others. "I just have some things on my mind. Did I wake you?"

The brown-haired girl shook her head. "No, I just–" She cut off to hide another yawn. "I just woke up from a dream and I saw you awake. Are you feeling alright?" Then, the girl's name came to her.

"Yes, thank you, Amelia," Sakura replied. She winced at the pronunciation.

The girl waved it off. "I told you; call me Amy."

Sakura was, yet again, surprised by the girl's kindness. From what she had seen, most Slytherin students were cold-hearted and aggressive.

"You should sleep," Sakura commented, changing the subject. Amy laughed quietly, green eyes showing her amusement.

"Oh, I should sleep?" she murmured. "You're the one that's been awake all night."

"Would you two keep it down! Some of us are actually trying to sleep!!"

Sakura scowled in the direction on the voice.

Bitch.

Amy glared over her shoulder. "Don't mind Melissa. Her manners are quite foul."

A girl with strawberry blond hair and fiery blue eyes raised her head, glaring at Amy. "Say that to my face, you lily-livered muff!" she ground out.

"I said you're a right foul git!" Amy spat back, rolling over and sitting up to face her. Melissa huffed in fury.

Before Sakura knew it, a huge group of Slytherin girls were screaming and cursing at one another.

What the hell did we do to deserve this?

Don't ask me.

Maybe it's some kind of universal payback for joining Akatsuki.

Karma.

Karma's a bitch.

You can say that again.

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Itachi didn't enjoy being woken up before his body decided it was time to awaken. He especially didn't enjoy why he had been woken up.

He sighed, running a hand through his sleep-messy hair.

"Very well," he murmured quietly to the professor before him. "I will be there in a moment."

The professor nodded, walking off stiffly and exiting the Ravenclaw room. Wordlessly, Itachi slipped on the traditional Ravenclaw robes – which he despised – over the black sweat pants he had worn to bed. The Uchiha left the room, not caring if the slam of the door woke any of the other Ravenclaw boys.

When Itachi finally made it out of the Ravenclaw house's dorm, he found Deidara and Kisame waiting for him. Deidara looked like he was asleep on his feet while Kisame wore a pissed expression. McGonagall and Snape stood behind them.

"Right this way," McGonagall said formally, setting off at a brisk pace.

The two professors led the way, while the three Akatsuki members followed. It wasn't long until they reached their destination.

"Sherbert Lemon," McGonagall stated clearly.

Seconds later, a statue inside of a small circular...room, for lack of better words, shifted in place. The large statue slowly began turning, climbing higher as it went along. A stairway was revealed beneath it, and the five stepped on. In no time, they were inside Dumbledore's office.

The three shinobi found Sakura sitting quietly in front of Dumbledore. The Headmaster looked up, folding his hands and resting his elbows on his desk.

"Ah, yes," he murmured. "Now that you are all present, I would like to make something clear: please refrain from participating in any fights inside the walls of Hogwarts."

Itachi, Deidara, and Kisame glanced down at Sakura in surprise. She didn't meet their eyes.

"Would you care to explain why Professor Snape found you locked in a heated quarrel with many of the other Slytherin girls?"

The three Akatsuki instantly knew that 'heated quarrel' was a major understatement.

Sakura smiled nervously. "Two girls – Amelia and Melissa – started yelling at each other, and then quite a few others joined in. The twins – Hazelle and Harva – began insisting that I didn't belong here and Amelia jumped to my defense...and then it pretty much went to hell after that."

McGonagall narrowed her eyes at Sakura's choice of words.

"I see..."

It was quiet for a long time.

"Miss Haruno," Snape hissed. "I found you nearly choking the life out of Miss Harva. Do you mind explaining that?"

Sakura felt herself pale.

Well, the shit has officially hit the fan.

"Well, you see...she, uh,...she said I looked like a midget-bitch with year-old bubble gum for hair."

Deidara snorted and Kisame grinned. Itachi forced his eyebrow not to twitch.

It was just like Sakura to attack someone after an insult. She let her emotions have too much power over her, and harboring emotions made shinobi weak.

Though, Itachi mused, Sakura was far from it. She was quick to lash out with anger, but other than that, Sakura hardly ever showed emotion – unless fake smiles counted.

The kunoichi could hold her own in a battle against Itachi (that much alone said she wasn't weak), and she, too, was extremely gifted in genjutsu. Her small size allowed for quicker movement, and her accuracy was top-notch. The girl was a genius in her own right. And though her ninjutsu – other than medical jutsu – wasn't perfect, her taijutsu was very effective. Especially with those chakra-enhanced punches and kicks.

Itachi wondered about that. In fact, he often though about hwere she could have learned such techniques. From what he had seen, Sakura's fighting style was very close to the Sanin Tsunade's – current Godaime Hokage of Konohagakure, if he wasn't mistaken – but she was from Yukigakure...

"–I understood?"

Itachi only caught those two words as he returned to the present conversation.

"Yes, Dumbledore-sama," Sakura mumbled. "I promise – it won't happen again."

A small smile flickered on the old wizard's face.

"Yes, very well," he said. "It's quite alright." Sakura nodded to the man. "Now, off to bed; all of you. I suspect that the four of you are quite exhausted. You will need your strength for in the morning."

Prfessors mcGonagall and Snape ushered the four back out of Dumbledore's office and down the twisting stairs.

"Why's we have to get up, yeah?" Deidara grumbled as he stepped off of the mobile staircase. The statue retook its position behind them.

"Because if they send kitten home, they have to send us all home," Kisame replied, shooting a grin down at Sakura. The professors didn't seem happy that they were speaking in another language. "Good job, by the way. I figured Deidara'd be te first to jump someone."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean, yeah?!?"

Sakura scowled at the former Kiri-nin.

"Shut up, Kisame."

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"Wake up, Sakura!"

Said kunoichi groaned, gripping a pillow tighter over her head. This was the first time in nearly a year that she'd slept past 3:30, and damn it, she wanted to enjoy it!

"Go away," Sakura mumbled from underneath her pillow.

"But you have to get up!" Amelia objected, tugging at the pillow and failing to remove it. "You're going to be late for breakfast!"

Sakura heaved a sigh.

"Fine," she muttered, suddenly sitting up in bed.

Amelia blinked and stared at her hair. It was sticking up in all directions, and frankly, it was surprising that the...mess was staying balanced on her head.

"Er...your hair," she pointed out. Sakura shot her a dry look.

"Yeah. I can feel it."

The two stared at each other for a long moment.

"...right," Amelia murmured, walking out of the room.

Sakura watched the door as it closed, not moving for a few seconds. She was the only one left in the room. Finally, she slid her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching in a feline-like manner. She let out a sigh of relief as her back popped, moving on to her neck afterwards.

When she was satisfied, the rosette, crouched down to the trunk at her feet. She popped it open and nearly groaned aloud. She had forgotten that she would have to wear those cloaks.

Sakura scowled at the fabric, hoping it would spontaneously combust. But, alas, it didn't. With a huff, Sakura grabbed one of the robes and rose back to her feet. She tugged the dark material over her head and – with difficulty – placed the green and silver tie in its place around her neck. She frowned at the tie.

"Aren't ties for men?" she muttered aloud, making a face as she searched for a hairbrush. "Aha!"

She spotted one.

Sakura hadn't brought one – she didn't think she would need it – and she figured that no one would mind if she used theirs. She made her way over to the hairbrush, but suddenly, her foot slipped.

Sakura flipped over completely and landed flat on her back. The robe that she had slipped on was thrown into the air, floating back down gently. It settled lightly on her face.

Sakura ripped the clothing from her face, scowling at the ceiling. This just wasn't her morning.

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Deidara scowled and huffed.

His hair was being difficult.

He hadn't had time to brush it earlier, because he was too busy fending off four or five girls that were trying to play with his hair. His hair! If any of them had touched it, they'd all be in itty bitty pieces, courtesy of his clay and his extra mouths.

He tugged a hairbrush through it again, growling when it caught on yet another tangle. He cursed. It didn't usually get this tangled. But, then again, his hair wasn't used to the climate of this world.

"Having trouble?" another Gryffindor student taunted. Deidara glared over his shoulder at the reddish-brown-haired boy. "With that hair, you should be in the girl's dorm! Maybe they'd help you brush it!" He and three other boys started laughing.

A vein popped out in Deidara's forehead.

Why those little–

"Hey, what's going on here?"

The four stopped laughing and glanced back, one eyebrow raised. Ron and Harry made their way past the group to find Deidara sitting on his bed, legs crossed and in the middle of forcing a brush through his hair.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Ron asked rudely.

The four rolled their eyes and stalked off, laughing amongst themselves again. Ron glared at their backs.

"You'll have to excuse them," he said, looking at Deidara. "Some people here just haven't learned anythin' from their mothers." Harry nodded in agreement. Then, the red-head's eye widened slightly in what appeared to be amazement. "Whoa! You said you're from Japan?!?"

Deidara gave him a strange look, uncertainty flashing in his lone visible eye. "...so, yeah?"

"I've never seen clothes like that, before!"

Deidara glanced down at himself. It was nothing special. He was wearing what he always wore beneath his Akatsuki cloak.

A black tank top that turned to fishnet just above the stomach and black sweat pants.

"..."

"I mean, your shirt," Ron corrected, a sheepish look crossing his face.

"Oh, yeah." That was understandable. Now, if he never seen sweat pants...

"Well, come on," Harry said. "Breakfast should already be in the Great Hall."

"Give me a minute, yeah," Deidara mumbled. He pulled on his Gryffindor robe over the clothes he had been wearing.

"Is it hard?" Ron asked out of the blue. Deidara paused and looked at him. "I mean, your hair. Is it hard to keep up?"

"Not really, yeah," he replied. Deidara pulled it into his trademark high ponytail and wrapped bandages around his forehead where his headband would have been. "But I'm used to it, yeah."

"Oh..."

Deidara stood before them, standing a good few inches above their heads. "...which way, yeah?"

Harry grinned. "Just follow us."

Deidara stared absently at his hands as he walked. He had placed a cloaking jutsu over his hands, and it was strange not to see a mouth grinning and waving its tongue at him. He sighed and let his arms drop to his sides. He hated not being able to do his art.

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Kisame let out a heavy sigh as he shifted to the edge of his bed, rubbing a palm over his face tiredly. He ran his hand through his hair. The former Kiri-nin rose from his bed, only to clock his head on the arch above. He stumbled back and landing awkwardly on the bed, cursing.

He placed a hand on his injured forehead, shooting a dirty look at the arch. Someone snorted from behind him and Kisame raised himself into a sitting position again. He scowled over his shoulder at the two Huffelpuff boys, and they immediately froze.

Damn kids. he though wryly. I'm getting to old for this.

Kisame may have been in his late twenties, but an aging jutsu had made him seem younger. He was still freakishly tall, even with his shortened height.

He could just imagine what Sakura would say if she had seen that.

"AHAHAHAHA!! Oh, nice job, fish stick!! That must be a new record!"

He scowled at nothing in particular, kicking a shoe absently.

Yes, that was exactly what Sakura would say. He could see it now...

Kisame grunted and lifted himself from the bed, ducking to avoid another clunk to the head. He pulled on his robes, taking a moment to scowl down at them, as well. He hated these robes. They were too hard to move in.

He spared a moment to smirk ironically.

I wonder if kitten's tripped in them, yet. The thought made him give a short, rough laugh, earning a few weird stares. He paid no attention to the people looking at him. They were all brats, anyway. Hm...who will be the first to snap and yell about how much they hate the robes? Deidara or Sakura? ...or, maybe myself...I doubt that Itachi would ever yell.

He snorted aloud. Kisame couldn't picture Itachi yelling. No more than he could picture Itachi cuddling his kitten and renaming it Mr. Cuddlemuffin.

He barked a laugh. Now that had just made his day.

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Itachi sighed quietly.

Apparently, girls were allowed in the boy's dorm, but boys weren't allowed in the girl's dorm. And the girls had taken advantage of that fact.

Itachi was currently surrounded by at least fifteen Ravenclaw girls, all blushing and asking about where he had come from. Every time he was asked a question, Itachi would reply with a blank 'Hn'. But that didn't stop them. The girls seemed to enjoy just hearing his voice.

This was getting ridiculous.

Itachi stood wordlessly, slipping past the group of girls. They watched in interest as he picked up a folded Ravenclaw cloak from his night stand. A few of them ogled at the muscles that showed beneath his fishnet shirt.

Once the cloak was on, he pulled is hair into a low ponytail and walked out. The girls sat on his bed for a moment, confused. And then, they all raced out of the room, calling his name and begging for him to 'wait up'.

Itachi ignored them completely. He hated fangirls. With a fiery passion.