FIRST- this is actually taking place a few weeks before Shippuuden starts…

I SUCK AT TIMING GET OFF MY BACK.

OKAY.
This chapter will be…
a little morbid…

and gruesome…

just a warning.

"FOR THE SAKE OF JASHIN! GIVE HER A BREAK PEIN!! SHE'S JUST A STUPID ASS TEENAGER!!!" Hidan pounded on Pein's door. As soon as the group returned home, Pein had dragged Xeala off of Hidan's scythe by her hair and straight into his room, where there had been only screaming for the past six hours.

"PEIN COME ON! PLEASE LET HER GO!!!" Sasori screamed at the door and tried to knock it down, to no avail. Another ear-piercing scream echoed, rattling the members' bones… or wooden bodies…
"I'LL USE MANGEKYOU ON HER JUST PLEASE STOP PEIN!" Itachi slammed his shoulder into the door, and it merely shook with his weight. Kisame was sitting at the end of the hall with his head on his knees.

"This isn't right… I'd rather be turned into sushi then have to listen to the kid screaming like this…"

"…I think… all of my hearts… are dieing…" Kakuzu was sitting near Kisame, just staring at the door.

Deidara and Tobi were crying over a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, complaining how it wasn't fair and they never would have brought her back in the first place. Zetsu just wasn't there this month. Konan… well she's buying Chinese food for dinner and won't be back for another three hours.

The doorknob turned, followed by intense sobbing. The Akatsuki members scattered to their rooms, watching from either the crack in the door or the gap between the door and the floor. Pein, once more gripping Xeala's head by her hair, threw her against the wall with immense force, and the heavy damage from just that was apparent. The door slammed shut. As the Akatsuki members looked on, half of them were bit awestruck in confusion; blood gushed from the top of Xeala's forehead. A non-healing cut in her neck was already bleeding far too quickly down her chest, and into a deep gorge across her stomach. Sasori's door slammed open and he ran out and scooped her up, then ran back into his room. Sasori is, of course, the most capable with medicines and poisons and stuff… and he has puppet-ness and it'll work out okay cuz he's Sasori. Another door opened, and Pein's sinister voice echoed into the hallway.

"Let this be an example for the rest of you worthless asses. Run away and face… me…"

Itachi slid against the wall towards Sasori's room, and just as he was about to go in, Sasori slammed him out of the way, then sprinted into Deidara's room. Itachi hit his head on the wall and murmured a few curses. A few moments later, sprinting-Sasori barreled into Kakuzu's room with a bag in his hand, then basically flew out of that room with Kakuzu in tow, not acknowledging the writhing Itachi on the floor. By the time Itachi stood up, Kakuzu walked out of the room shaking his head. Itachi, panicking mentally since he doesn't like to show too much emotion, power-sprint-walked into Sasori's room.

Of course Sasori, being Sasori, had finished, and was sitting next to a table with a book. On said table was unconscious Xeala… who had quite a few nasty stitches.

"Hey." Sasori said, and Itachi nodded, "Question," Sasori closed his book, "Why didn't she heal on her own?"

"…She never mentioned that…" Itachi said through a sigh, "I've only been able to cut her for two seconds at the most…"

"It's pretty weird…" Sasori turned and looked at Xeala, "Usually it's just her jumping back into action all pumped up… and happy…" Sasori turned back, "She might not come back out of this one…"

"It took a year to break the last depression…" Itachi said under his breath, and Sasori nodded again.

"Plus, me and Deidara aren't going to be here at all. We're leaving… in a few minutes." Sasori held up a sticky-note. Itachi eyed it, then held up a stick-note similar to it.

"Neither are me and Kisame, plus Hidan and Kakuzu," the faint sound of a slamming door echoed, "…are gone now."

"How are we going to do this then?" Sasori asked.

"I took care of her for two and a half years, you and Deidara can have some torture," Itachi walked out of the room, then turned towards Kisame's room.

"I'll tell her you send hundreds of hugs and kisses," Sasori said, then turned away and re-opened his book.
Itachi walked down the hall towards Kisame, who was waiting by the door to leave. "No... there's no number for that…" Itachi murmured to himself as they walked out the door.

"Deidara…" Sasori leaned on the doorway as sobbing Deidara walked to his own room, "…she's fine… make one of your bird things so we can get out of here. Now. Oh…" Sasori turned around before going to get Xeala up, "Take A TON of clay this time…" Deidara shrugged, then walked into his room. "Come on kid… get up…" Sasori nudged Xeala, who screamed. He twitched, then resorted to picking her up and carrying her out of the Akatsuki hideout. Deidara was leaning against a bird thing. Sasori walked over to the disformed figure and lifted it's mouth open, then put Xeala inside.

"She's gonna bitch and moan if she doesn't have one of those goddamned fleece blankets, Sasori," Deidara said, climbing onto the thing's back. Sasori sighed.

"I still have to get in Hiroku, so stop whining," Sasori walked back in, then came out with a blanket in hand, and threw it at the bird's open mouth, and it landed on Xeala. "I hope you brought enough clay…" He said as he climbed into Hiroku, Deidara shrugged.

"Maybe."

"Maybe in your case is never a good thing, Deidara…" Sasori sighed, then disappeared into Hiroku.

"Never a good thing, Deidara," Deidara mocked Sasori, and Hiroku's head turned to glare at him.

"I'll kill you right here and now if you keep it up."

"SHUTTING UP." Deidara covered his head with a hat and made a motion of zipping his lips shut. "never…"

"SHUTUP!"

WHEEEEE.
Okay.
Let's do some more work on those reviews, ey? HAPPY REVIEWS.
OR HAPPY FLAMES.
Don't make them depressing.

Make them like…
OH THAT WAS GOOD BUT ALL OF THESE THINGS NEED FIXING. WHEE.
And happy, see!
FLAMES HAVE FEELINGS TOO!
Itachi: No, they don't.
SHUTUP.
Itachi::hits over the head with a frying pan:: As I proceed to dumping the authoress' body in a lake somewhere, please review, or she'll come back and haunt me saying I scared the reviewers away… ::rolls eyes::