Romance between Itachi and I was rare, but when it happened... It was fire. Despite everything that I did with the others... Itachi was always my lover above all else. I ached for him in the deepest kind of desire. I ached for his voice, breath, presence... He knew my secrets and I knew his, and when the entire world came crashing down I only wanted to be by his side. However, it didn't start out this way at all. Actually, I hated everybody at first. Especially Itachi.

Seven damn days now I've been in this shithole. Seven...SEVEN fucking days that I have had to live with these criminals! How in the hell I let myself get captured is beyond me, but I'll be damned that if I ever get out of here will let myself get caught again. My captors aren't even the type to leave me locked in the dungeon for days on end either, though I would have much preferred that over this! And who are these sadistic people that are holding me here? None other than the Akatsuki. I've been forced to stay here at their obscure hide out in the middle of Kami only knows where. No.. I'm not working as a house slave or sex toy or anything like that. They don't make me scrub blood off the walls or make them dinner. I'm here.. IDLE surrounded by strange men that hardly talk to me. It's driving me insane really, so insane to the point that I am doing chores willingly just to have something to fucking do! Me, doing CHORES! Life has really gone to shit now.

That damned blue shark man that brought me here approached me as I was washing grime off of the mornings dishes.

"You don't have to do that you know."

I glared at him from the corner of my eye but said nothing. I hated him the most at the moment, and I wasn't about to indulge him by talking.

"If you would just tell me your name, I could make life a lot easier for you."

Empty promises I was sure and after a few more moments of silence he gave up and left me alone. Kisame.. I think his name is. Fucking asshole.

Thankfully at this time of the day mostly everybody was either off on a mission or in their rooms or something. I could stretch myself out on the couch for a half hour or so and get some sleep, since I didn't trust them not to rape me at night. I finished up the last plate and placed it on the drying rack before deciding a nap would help my mood a little. Even I didn't enjoy myself when I was irritable. The couch wasn't the most comfortable, but I turned the television off and buried my face into my hair anyway. Sleep consumed me within a few minutes. It didn't last long though.

"Kisame! Itachi is back from his mission, yeah!" Deidara yelled loudly, jarring me from my nap. Itachi..? Who the hell is that..?

I quickly pulled myself up over the side of the couch enough to see exactly who this Itachi person was. What I saw was a slender bodied ninja, slightly taller than Deidara, with long black hair that was tangled and caked with blood. He had stress lines deep in his pointed face. His robe was torn to shreds and he slumped against the wall in exhaustion. All of this was nothing compared to the ruby red eyes that stared back at my own white ones with a dangerous suspicion. I shivered, ducking back behind the couch again with knots in my stomach. Those eyes... Is this Uchiha Itachi, mass murder of the entire Uchiha bloodline? Holy fuck.

I could vaguely hear Kisames voice mumbling something, then the shuffling of feet, and then silence again. I silently prayed to what ever God was listening that he wouldn't come out again for a while. He didn't, not until everybody had gone to bed and I was able to sit at the kitchen table and have a bowl of cereal. I never ate with the others so I usually waiting until I knew I would be alone for a while. I pretty much tried to avoid them at all costs.

"Hn," came a grunt from down the hall. I tensed only slightly, hoping it was Deidara and not that loud silver haired Jashinist. Deidara was one of the only ones I could tolerate, despite his own loud mouth. He understood about my personal space.

I took a cautious slurp of corn flakes before my absolute worst nightmare came out from the shadows. A freshly showered and scowling Itachi sauntered into the kitchen, disregarding me while opening the fridge. He pulled out some Pocky sticks that hadn't been touched since I got there, and sat across from me at the table quietly. For a long time there was nothing but the sound of us eating. I glanced at him only once, catching his cold eyes in a stare that made me wince. Soon after, he got up and left, and that was the end of it.

I didn't hear from him again until late the next evening. I had done all the chores for the day and the others mercifully left me alone in the living room to sleep in peace. I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get some new clothes, because the only outfit I had was starting to get worn out from the constant washing. I didn't think my sewing skills were up to par enough to mend it. I exited the bathroom from where I was washing my face and was lost in thought as I headed for bed. I hadn't even realized Itachi was sitting on the couch until he looked at me as I sat down. I was frozen in a panic, not wanting to leave and have him get pissed, and not wanting to stay and have him get pissed. From what I knew from Sasuke, Uchihas had a nasty temper.

I opted to stay, hoping he would just get up a leave like last time. Goosebumps crawled up my arms.

"I ran into one of your search parties while on my mission." he said blankly, looking at me as I struggled to keep my focus on the show.

I jumped when he spoke, his voice coming out alluring even without emotion "S-search parties?". I definitely did not want to offend him by not acknowledging the statement. I knew why they were searching for me, and I could frankly care less. I just wanted to be away from everybody, not just the Akatsuki.

"I'm surprised that you don't remember who I am, Katani," he answered smoothly. Okay, this guy has some serious issues if he thinks that I know him. Remember who he was? What the hell does that mean? How the fuck does he know my name?!

In my confusion I shot a look back to him, forgetting for a moment how scared I was. "What are yo-"

"That assignment in Konoha that you had. The one with the merchant who was laundering money, who was later found dead. You were supposed to go in there and seduce him into confession. The police decided it was the gatekeeper who murdered him, but they could never find the man to convict him. You spoke to him on your way in, charming him with that lovely little trick of yours."

I didn't have to think hard about what he was saying, of course I remembered that. The murder was so clean that they only blamed the gatekeeper because he had just started working there and he left after the deed was done. Half of the village knew of the incident, but how did Itachi? Sure it was news, but not news enough to travel to the Akatsuki.

"You still don't get it do you?"

His purring voice brought me out of my thoughts, but by the time I turned to answer him I woke up, sweating on the couch from the dream. At least... I thought it was a dream. I of course was very familiar with Genjutsu of all sorts, but why would Itachi put me in a Genjutsu telling me that I knew him? It seemed out of character for him, so it probably was one of those crazy freak dreams you have when you sleep really hard or something.

My hair was plastered around my face and I was sticky from sweat. This certaintly was not acceptable, so I begrudgingly got off the couch and shuffling as quietly as I could down the dim hallway made my way into the bathroom. I hated this bathroom because it was cramped, smelly, and poorly kept despite my best efforts. I turned on the hot water and stripped myself of my tight shirt and pants, along with my underclothes. The water quickly steamed up the tiny space but I was already under the weak stream of water, rubbing my hands all over my body to remove the night sweat. It's not like they provided me with a washcloth or anything, much less soap or shampoo. I let out a sigh. Maybe some slight cooperation couldn't be that bad. Put away your stubbornness, Katani. It seems you will be staying here for a while.

I finished up quickly, throwing my dirty clothes back on and laying back down on the couch. The next morning I woke up earlier than usual. I needed time to this about who I was going to approach and how. Deidara wouldn't be too hard, but he might be weirded out that I was suddenly talking to him. Hidan and Kakuzu weren't options either, one because he scared me and the other because he freaked me out. I have only seen the orange mask wearer once, and he was walking with this giant plant thing that..well.. yeah. Not happening. There was also the red head that roomed with Deidara.. Sasori? He seemed indifferent enough. Damnit. I'll just ask Deidara, I mean... how hard could it be?

I put a pot of coffee on for the usual early risers, AKA "Leader-Sama", Kakuzu, and Sasori. They wouldn't be coming in for another ten minutes, but I kept it plugged in so it stays hot. I didn't mind doing them a favor like that, especially if it meant they would keep me alive another day or whatever they were planning to do with me. Add a feminine touch maybe? Highly doubtful but with these guys it wouldn't be completely strange.

The coffee bubbled and steamed as I waited anxiously for someone to come in. I was a professional seductress before all this happened, I should be able to at minimal get a bar of soap.

A mass of spiky orange hair rounded the corner, and something clicked in my mind. The leader! God why didn't I think of him earlier! Duh! Feeling a strange mixture of stupidity and accomplishment I waiting while he poured the first cup, leaning his muscled body against the counter with his eyes still only half opened. I took a deep breath.

"Leader-Sama?" I ventured, running a hand through my bed tousled vibrant teal hair and keeping my eyes slightly lidded. I struggled to keep my voice smooth. It caught his attention, his ringed eyes glancing at me with interest. I head him take another swallow from his mug.

I slowly got up, forcing myself to keep my eyes locked with his. Time seemed to freeze completely as I closed the distance between us and kneeled before him. "I'm ready to comply to your wishes."

Slurp

I waited, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My eyes went to the floor now.

Slurp

Another pair of footsteps appeared, but stopped as soon as they saw what was going on. I had a strange feeling that there was a smirk exchanged.

Sluuuurp

"Get up."

My knees were shaky.

"Come with me."

We passed Sasori while heading out of the kitchen. We passed by doors and walls, none of which really mattered. Nothing matter right now, except the sculpted back of my fate walking in front of me.

Pein POV

I knew she would give up her facade sooner or later. She held out longer than the last girl did though. When I sent Kisame out to find a decent whore, I never thought he would bring back the Seductress of Konoha. Decent and highly dangerous but her signature Genjutsu hasn't surfaced yet. I expected that would be one of the first tricks she would try to pull. Wouldn't matter much, Itachi could counter her mental attack with ease, then it would be a sad end to the little thing. She's young too isn't she? What a shame it would be.

I brought her into my room and told her to shut the door behind her. Eyes that were once seductive and intimidating are now wide like a little fawns. Funny how desperation could change the dynamics so easily. I think fear was playing a part in this also. I sat on the edge of my desk, angling my body toward her in a way where she was forced to look up to keep eye contact. She is well versed in this whole submission thing as well. How lovely. Kisame should get a reward for this.

"So what does Kisames little pet want?" I asked, watching her pupil less eyes squint in acute anger.

"I wish to join the Akatsuki, Pein-Sama."

That voice is about as velvety as Itachis.

"Join? You realize you have to have a certain amount of skill to join. By the looks of it you are still attached to your village and that won't do here. What do you have to offer to the organization?"

A pale hand fingered her headband that was tied around her neck. I knew the hesitation meant that my words were eating her nerves up, but there really wasn't an option. I just hoped she was smart enough to realize that.

A/N: Alright, so the only chapter that I ended up revising was the first one, but yeah.. I'm getting there. Experimenting with different story elements and what not. This will be a two part section like the Hidan and Kakuzu bit. I'm just pretty impatient and I wanna get this stuff posted. Please Read and Review, and check out my story : To Touch the Forbidden! Thanks!