AN

Enjoy. I wrote this while in pain.

I suppose that if I went through my list of things I hate, then two things would make it in the top few. One of those being school, the other being 'woman time' as my mother put it. Jack and Chris call it 'The Time of Pain' because I cause pain to those around me in my bitter mood.

Anyway, so I woke up early because I had school. But what was worse was it became 'The Time of Pain' so now, I was finally going back to school. Unfortunately, because I am so far behind, I was given a ton of books over the break and I only went to school for about half a week before we had a break. And it's only early in the school year I missed. It was early November so the school year was relatively new. So I had to deal with freshmen who didn't understand that 'The big-boobed girl doesn't take shit from no one'. Freshmen really piss me off.

I was also lucky I was intelligent, because I soaked up knowledge from the textbooks and soon I would go back to having almost nothing in my side bag, which was currently not in use because it was too small for all the shit I have to carry.

I pulled out a few rice crispy treats and started to chew on them as I also moved into the living room. I began to put in my facial piercings while nomming on my breakfast. It took only a few moments for Sasori, who never slept, to come out. He leaned against the wall and watched me as I expertly put in my piercings while eating.

When I finished I turned to him. We stared at each other for a few moments. I stared at him because it was unusual to see Sasori out of his cloak. It was unusual for all the members actually, the time I spent in their world all I ever saw was cloaks. Of course, now in my world cloaks don't fly very well so now Sasori was dressed casually in a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans.

I never want to forget the mental image. Even I, someone that the school believes is asexual, found Sasori attractive looking like that! Of course, I almost had a nose bleed two days before because of Deidara and Hidan's clothing. Itachi was the day before them.

I think I'm in girl heaven; I'm surrounded by hot guys.

I believe Sasori was staring at me, because my school had a somewhat uniform now. Which had almost sent me on a rampage. You could accessorize however you wanted, but you had to wear the dark red button up shirt, black skirt for girls and black pants for boys, and you had to wear the black and red tie. Our school colors were awesome by the way. So…. I looked different.

I was forced to take out a few on my piercings, such as the bars that went through my ears, I still put them in but I had to take them out for school. Then I had my usual tank top, a black one, and I had the red button up shirt on with most of the buttons undone. Then I had my black sweatshirt open, no cool sayings because of the damn dress code. I also had black ripped leggings under my skirt and my usual black boots.

I still wasn't happy about the dress code but it had to do.

"You look… different." stated Sasori after a moment of silence.

"So do you." I replied as I turned back to the mirror to fix my hair. I had the left side of my face covered by a bang because of the scars on that side of my face. I had one that went from under my eye down my cheek, one on my forehead above my eyebrow, and one that went from my temple down the side of my face and it stopped at my chin.

I forget who gave them to me, but I believe it was Orochimaru and Sasuke. Most likely.

Anyway, after pulling the rest of my hair up I grabbed my backpack, and looked at Sasori as he followed me to the door.

"Any requests?" he asked in a monotone. I nodded.

"Yeah," I gave him a serious look, "Keep the imbeciles from murdering my house." And with that I left for school.

3RD PERSON POV

When the rest of the house was awake, the Akatsuki had a goal in mind. Since Itami, the day before, had told them they weren't allowed to leave the house until they understood more of her world, they had planned to talk with Jack and Chris. Mainly about Itami.

"So, what was Itami like when she was a baby?" asked Konan instantly. Jack and Chris smirked.

"Itami was an adorable baby girl." he informed them as he moved over to the movie case and looked through them before pulling one out. He pushed it into the DVD player and he fast forwarded quite a bit until 1998, a year or so after Itami was born.

Baby Itami, the Akatsuki decided, was beyond cute. Itami had chubby cheeks and her lips were always in a pout. Her hair was pulled back into pigtails and she carried around a bear that was almost bigger than her.

"Say momma!" The Akatsuki watched the video; the camera was taking the video of their parents trying to get Itami to speak from its most likely perch on the table.

"C'mon Itami, say momma!" tried the small Asian woman again. The Akatsuki tried to make a resemblance between her and Itami, and found nothing. Although the twins resembled their dad quite a bit, only Jack had different hair. Chris was almost identical, only his father had more wrinkles and Chris had brown eyes rather than icy blue ones.

"Fuck!" They watched as Itami's father dropped his cigarette on the rug. He picked it up and glared at the ash stain it made on the carpet.

"Fuck." A small voice chirped. The less stoic Akatsuki members laughed, as they watched the shocked mother and father turn to the small Itami who had said her first word, an imitation of her father.

"See? A little angel!" laughed Jack as Chris took the disc out and put it away.

"Remember that one time?" asked Jack. Chris nodded.

"The one with the tutu and the makeup?" asked Chris to clarify.

"Yeah." Jack smirked and turned to the Akatsuki.

"Wellll, the story goes like this…."

Jack's POV (For Flashback Only)

Itami was about seven when it happened, and damn was it funny. Itami loved watching a few things on TV, one thing was Pokémon. However she absolutely loved watching dancing for some reason. So one day, Chris and I came home to find Itami had pulled on this HUGE pink tutu.

"What are you doing?" asked Chris curiously.

"Yeah, I'd like to know." I nodded. Itami gave us a serious look, and damn she looked adorable.

"I'm being a ballerina, stupid." she replied insolently. Chris frowned.

"It's not nice to say things like that, Tami." he scolded her gently. Itami frowned.

"I'm a princess, I do what I want." she huffed before she turned around and began twirling again. Chris and I shared a look. I got an idea.

"Hey Tami, princesses wear makeup, right?" I inquired. Itami stopped from her twirling to give us a serious look.

"Yeah… but mommy won't let me use her makeup." Itami pouted at us. Chris and I shared a look.

"Give us a minute." Chris collected mom's makeup while I made sure that our parents were occupied, my mom was cooking and dad was at work.

When Chris came back we went full force with the makeup, when we were done Itami had bright red lipstick that was slightly smeared, bright blue eye shadow, and pink blush. Itami must have known she looked ridiculous because she gave us a look.

"I look stupid." she huffed, crossing her arms and giving us a look.

"No," denied Chris as he pulled out the crown he had been working on with glitter and glue while I did her makeup, "You look like a princess!" Chris put the crown on her head. It fell down almost to her eyes, but it didn't matter because Itami gave a somewhat large smile.

"I'm a princess!" she squealed.

"Want to know what princesses get?" asked Chris, a mischievous smile on his face.

"What?" questioned Itami.

"They get to ride rather than walk!" and with that Chris picked up Itami and sat him on her shoulders. She was lucky that both of us were rather fit ten year olds at the time and that we were able to do that, and we were already pretty tall.

Itami's smile lit up the room as she laughed while she pointed and ordered Chris to walk around. She preached that she was a princess and that she was the best.

When mom called us in for dinner, she yelled at us for using her makeup, but the smiling Itami made her change her mind. Itami smiled really easily when she was little.

3RD PERSON POV

"Itami, a princess?" Sasori snorted at the thought. Jack shrugged.

"All little kid's dream of things like that, Itami was fascinated with it. She even took gymnastics and ballet for quite awhile because she wanted to be a famous gymnast, or a ballerina." commented Chris.

"What happened to her dream?" asked Kakuzu, somewhat curiously. A dark look settled on Jack's face.

"There was a kid in her grade that was left back for a few times from getting suspended a lot and missing too many days every year, I think he was around our age. But he liked picking on Itami because she had bi-colored eyes and her hair had red tips." explained Chris gravely.

"So?" questioned Hidan.

"Well, he bullied her basically. I suppose I could tell you a few stories about it." Chris shrugged.

"Well this one time, Itami came home with her hair cut short and uneven, the little shit had cut her hair because she liked the red tips back then, because they were pretty to her. After that she hated her red tips and the fact they always grew back." Jack snapped.

"And this other time, they had a little talent show and he spilled paint all over her dance outfit and told her that dancing was stupid and for weak little crybabies." muttered Chris.

"After that, Itami still did gymnastics but threw a tantrum if we tried to get her to go to dance." added Jack.

"What made her quit gymnastics?" questioned Konan curiously.

"The little shits little sister joined so he got to bully her while she was doing gymnastics, if she messed something up he would let her know by teasing and taunting her. Eventually she refused to go back to gymnastics." answered Chris.

"What happened to the kid?" inquired Kisame. Jack and Chris chuckled.

"Itami was suspended for a week in third grade when she had enough of him and went bat shit crazy on him, she ended up stabbing him with a pair of scissors in the arm. Then he punched her and pulled her hair, so she tackled him and began punching him. After Itami got out of ballet and gymnastics…" Chris chuckled as he paused.

"She got into anime, more specifically fighting ones such as the one you guys are from, and Inuyasha, and other animes that had fighting. She memorized the moves, and beat that kid to hell and back!" Jack finished, laughing.

"So what molded Itami's personality to what it is now?" questioned Sasori, Deidara, Konan, and Hidan leaned in curiously. Jack and Chris both scowled.

"Our dad is a heavy drinker, and he and our mom strive for perfection I suppose, you know, that perfect family. Three kids, two boys and a girl? After Itami quit gymnastics and ballet, she no longer had anything to do with anything girly. There went the perfect image. She became a rude little brat that our dad began to hate. So, he began to hit her." Jack grit his teeth, refusing to continue. Chris started from where he stopped.

"When Itami was twelve she got an interest in piercings, as you can see she didn't care about what she had to do to get some. She did a few herself, then had a high school kid do a few for her when she was a little older and mom didn't let her near anymore needles. Our dad didn't like it, and his drinking was getting heavier. he became more… violent. I think, that in his drunken stupor, he figured that if she could handle the pain of having holes in her face, she could handle getting smashed around." Chris stopped there and Jack looked up.

"By fourteen she lost faith in the world and got into black, Goth and punk stuff. This pissed our mom off, who berated her for all that. So Itami lost the self-confidence she had, and before she turned fifteen she started…it." Jack stopped again and looked at them as Chris banged his fist into the chair.

"Itami isn't as strong as you think, not so emotionless. She cried a lot, she would punch the wall until her knuckles were covered with blood, she would scream into her pillow, all that." Chris informed them.

"But then…. it started." Jack whispered.

"What started, yeah?" inquired Deidara. Chris answered in a solemn tone.

"The self abuse, the cutting, started."

ITAMI'S POV

I got a few stares from freshmen, probably wondering who the hell I was. I stormed through the hall and anyone who approached got a death glare and a few threats and... choice words.

"Itami!" I turned when I saw Sky approaching me; a few girls were behind her with matching smirks. They had added a few things to the uniform. A low cut belly shirt and they left the button up open, then they cut the skirt down and had knee high socks to make a school girl look almost. I was disgusted to find Sky had done the same.

'Help?' Josh mouthed to me, but I ignored him as I noticed that he had been dragged in and now was wearing a pair of sports shorts and a jersey. He usually wore jeans and a tee shirt.

"Yeah?" I asked with a bored tone as Sky reached me, the Triple A's following behind her. The only way to tell the blonde blue eyed bimbos apart was Amy had a blue shirt, Ashley a pink, and Angela a green. Other than that, they were clones.

"What are you wearing? I don't remember your fashion sense being so…bad." trailed Sky. My pierced eyebrow rose slightly.

"Excuse me?" A few freshmen stopped to watch, not used to the fights that broke out all over like this.

"Well, black and red are so tacky. I mean, school colors are so tacky. Why not get something nice and pink? And get rid of those old boots?" I blinked and my eyes narrowed at Sky.

"Say something else, I dare you." I snarled, my mood quickly turning sour. It was 'The Time of Pain' and I got up early. Not to mention, I was almost always in a sour mood.

"Well, your piercings are outrageous, and that new tattoo you have is like a blemish. Of course your scars aren't any better….Maybe laser surgery could help you? And die your hair back to black, that would help, and maybe some contacts to give your eyes normal colors." I dropped my bag, and it made an audible thump that rang out throughout the now silent hall. Sky look at her manicured nails with a bored look.

"I never knew you were so… ugly, especially your personality. Such a temper on you, and you go between moods so fast you give others whiplash!" Sky laughed, a scratchy, ugly noise that used to make people cringe. It still did. Sky's laughs were forced, always. She didn't have the ability to laugh because when she used to laugh, she would laugh so hard she would just shake and no noise would come out, just her looking like she was having a seizure.

"Say something I care about, I fucking dare you." I growled, my hand's undoing the tie that was loose around my neck. I dropped it to the ground and Sky smirked at the challenge.

"And your father, such a horrid man, such a washed up old drunk. And your mother, a greedy materialistic woman. And your brothers, such idiots that will get nowhere in life. What about your friends? That blind girl who is a freaking vampire, or that girl with the freaky purples eyes. How about that mental girl who won't shut up? Or that dying girl with the weird eyes. You don't have a lot of friends, do you, Tami?"

I was ready to murder when she spoke about my brothers, but when I heard my friends get insulted. Her old friends get insulted. I was ready to torture her, make her feel how I felt when Orochimaru tortured me. Or maybe have Sasori whip something up, or Pein almighty push her off a cliff.

I never understood the thing that went on. Sacrificing your true friendships for popularity. I never understood it. Who wanted to be that girl? The one who got judged, the one who put on her fake mask every day.

The Sky I knew never did that. So with my mind, deciding that the old Sky was gone, I moved.

The training the Akatsuki gave me increased my speed; I had her in a throat hold against the wall in a few seconds. I held her up off the ground with one hand while I glared into her eyes, a sadistic look obviously on my face. I leaned in, next to her ear.

"Want to know something?" I breathed, "A secret? A rumor?" I chuckled darkly and I heard her flinch. I knew she had spread rumors about why I was in the hospital, and I knew she was behind the rumor of Kayan trying to kill me.

"Well, rumor has it I'm viciously bipolar, and that I murder people in their sleep." I leaned away from her and gave her a sickly sweet grin.

"Rumors are almost never true, but then there's that rare one that is true…" I chuckled again, making Sky shiver in fear.

"I am viciously bipolar at times, I'm viciously temperamental, I'm just bat shit insane to you, aren't I? So tell you what, why don't we dance? I'm sure that'll be fun, just like old times." I dropped her and she fell to the floor. She stayed there, dazed.

"Get up." I barked, taking a step back. Sky stood slowly and looked at me fearfully.

"Y-you're a monster!" she barked, "You're ugly and have no soul!"

"Maybe I am a monster, I'm ugly, I have no soul. I'm mean, I'm tough. A monster. And want to know what monsters do? They fight, they kill, they break. Bad choice of words." And with that, my fist met her face. A crack could be heard and she fell back, hitting the wall as blood spurted from her now broken nose. I grabbed her by her throat again and threw her onto the floor.

"Get up." I commanded her. As she got up, I smashed my foot into her chest and made her lay down.

"Get down, dog." I growled, I took off my foot.

"Up, bitch." I snarled. She stood up slowly. I allowed her to compose herself, give her the chance to walk away. But she didn't. She came at me, her nails like claws. She sliced at my face, and I allowed her to carve into the left side of my face. I pushed my bang back and found her nails went down my forehead, skipped my eye, and trailed down my cheek next to the other scar that marred my cheek. Her eyes widened.

"Pain isn't so bad you know, especially for a masochist, or sadist. Or both. just like me." I brought my leg up in a wondrous split before smashing it into her face. I was ashamed to think I was once friends with someone who didn't have enough common sense to run away from a losing fight.

"Get up." I commanded once more, and she did as I told her. Only this time, she tried to spit in my face. It didn't go far enough. It only landed on the ground in front of me, but it made my cooling temper flare up once again. I grabbed her by her tie and held her up.

"I hate girls like you, ones who succumb to popularity and stupidity. Gain some respect for me, because of all people you should know that I can kick every person in this schools ass." I growled before I dropped her. I looked to the crowd that had accumulated.

"And don't you forget it either, freshmen, the name's Itami Duncan and I run this school. You want to die? Piss me off." I snapped before I grabbed my bag and stormed off. The crowd parted for me, and as I passed Josh he gave me a horrified look.

"You've changed." he whispered.

"No shit, Sherlock." I hissed as I continued.

So many things can influence a person. Like me, I went from a sweet girl, to a brat, to a bitch, now, though... I'm a monster.

Fucking hell.

Changes suck.

AN

This was long. And slightly weird, for me anyway. I said this story was going to be funny, I forget to mention it was also going to be pretty depressing and sad. Oops.

Anyway, so the poll has Deidara winning, Sasori not so far behind, and Itachi isn't even close. Although I'm actually starting to get rather partial to Sasori because many people that I debated with on why they chose Sasori put up a good argument. However Deidara is winning, so the pairing until time comes for me to close the poll is still Itami and Deidara.

I doubt Sasori will catch up again. They were neck and neck for quite awhile though.

A-I can't do shit with jumps or tricks. With skiing, I still can't do a hockey stop and I've been skiing since I was little. I'm confident though that my newfound snowboarding skills will flourish, and soon I will be doing the rails and jumps like a pro. After I can turn left the right way. My cousin told me my way of turning is wrong. Meh.

Q-So, give me an evaluation on Itami. How's she seem to be so far in Wide Awake? Different from Insomnia? The same? C'mon, this question is made for you to ponder!