#gangsau

San x Reader

You chose not to lie.

This time anyway.

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“I’ve told you many times to be careful,” you mumble as you throw away the swabs, before moving past a shirtless San to clean up, having fixed him up a few minutes ago. His sharp eyes watch your movements, narrowing slightly as he tries to see past whatever guard you have up.

“Is there something you aren’t telling me sweet thing?” he purrs, ignoring your words as his voice drops by an octave, drawing a barely there shiver from you. Shaking your head, you mumble a few chosen words under your breath before escaping from the bathroom, the air growing too heavy for you. 

You busy yourself in your small kitchen, getting to work as the water boils only to jolt in surprise as you turn away from the cups that stand on the island, to find San stand directly in front of you.

Stupid stealth skills, your head snips, as you watch him, his eyes trailing about your body before narrowing on your left wrist. Frowning you follow his line of sight.

Only to find the bruise from two days ago - gained from goons of a rival group - peeking through the sleeve of your sweater that has ridden up. 

“Um, I guess no excuse will fly with you, will it?” you inquire, he tilts his head brows shooting up as he waits for you to explain why there is a bruise on your skin when there shouldn’t be. 

“I was at work, closing up with Kira,” you explain, tapping your forefinger against your upper thigh, trying to keep your emotions in check as you feel your emotions from that night wash over you with your retelling.

When you’re done, it is deathly quiet - the kettle doing boiling a few seconds prior - while San’s eyes don’t leave you. 

“I’ll call the others,” he tells you whipping out his phone, you bit your lower lip, nodding softly knowing he won’t let you protest no matter what. 

His gentle touch around your waist brings you out of your thoughts, as he presses a soft kiss against your lips before resting his forehead against yours, as the tension slowly bleeds out of the room.

“Next time, just tell me when you’re hurt,” he tells you tone stern, words soft, you hum softly just enjoy the warmth his body gives you.

I woke up shivering uncontrollably, the frigid winter air blowing through my open window. I shot up into a sitting position, rubbing my hands against my bare forearms to try and heat myself up. I got up out of bed, sprinting across the room and slamming my rickety window shut. I stood there quivering as I stared out my dirty window, gawking at the white covered streets. I hated winter and anything cold in general, but I had to admit it did look pretty.

I walked over to my dresser, looking for some warmer clothes. I sighed loudly as I pulled out all my showier clothes, but I had nothing that even came close to sleeves. I was extremely thankful I had my jeans though, those would provide me with some sort of warmth. I pulled on my skinnies, hopping around the room as I did. I pulled on my black lacy bra, clipping it behind me, and pulling my comforter around my shoulders and making my way out of the chilly room.

I walked across the hall and beat my fist against the familiar door, tapping my foot impatiently against the wooden floor waiting for the door to open. I heard an all too familiar groan and the sound of shifting on the bed, indicating his lazy ass was getting up. His heavy footsteps could be heard as he neared the door, ripping it open and giving me a light glare instead of his usual stoic face. He looked me up and down, judging my unusual piece of attire.

"Why are you all wrapped up?" He asked, his black eyes boring into mine.

"I'm cold." I told him with a childish pout, he smirked in amusement at my childish attitude.

"I can see that." He said, I stuck my arms out, nearly dropping my torn blanket.

"Warm me up." I said simply with a playful smirk on my face. The Uchiha bastard sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Without warning, he reached forward and picked me up bridal style, walking me into his room and throwing me onto his bed.

He then started shuffling through his dresser, grabbing out an old sweatshirt and throwing it towards me, which succeeded in hitting me in the face. I mumbled out a thanks before dropping my comforter and quickly putting it on. He smirked at me before pulling a black T-shirt over his head to cover his formerly bare chest, much to my dismay. He pulled on a pair of sweats before flopping on the bed beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and snuggled up against him, enjoying his heat.

Suddenly the doors burst open to reveal Sarah, who was only wearing her undergarments. She had a Santa hat on her head and tinsel wrapped around her neck, loudly singing Deck The Halls. Both me and Itachi gave her a weird look, but this was Sarah after all, she would do some crazy stunts.

"Come on lovebirds, time to enjoy the holiday season!" She yelled out, pulling both me and Itachi up and off the bed. She gestured for us to follow her, which we did because we didn't really want to suffer from the blondes wrath. We followed after her slowly, taking note of the sloppily placed decorations on the wall, along with the toilet seat wreaths that hung from everyones door. We continued to walk down the hallway until we came to the living room where everyone would always meet up, and my jaw dropped.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked slowly and cautiously, pointing to the freaking pine tree sitting in the center of the room, which was decorated with toilet paper streamers and random ornaments that were probably fished out of a dumpster. Standing to the side was Kakazu grinning from ear to ear. That cheap bastard.

Hidan, Deidara, and Tobi all stood on the couch, drunkenly belting out the words to 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas' and 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town'. There were beer bottles everywhere, and Sasori was sitting bored on the couch, trying to ignore the fact that everyone in the base was practically a nutjob, but I could tell from the blush on his cheeks that he was kind of tipsy. I turned towards Itachi, who was busy trying to ignore the fact that Konan and Sarah were making out on the couch right beside of him. I went to say something to him when out of nowhere I was dragged a way by Kisame.

I found myself squished between the blue guy and that racist Zetsu. They were both wearing Santa Claus outfits, and I had somehow managed to have a Santa hat placed on my violet hair. I glared at Itachi who smirked at me while a silently mouthed pleas of help, but he waved them off and walked away. That bastard. I saw a familiar man with orange hair walk into the room, which gave me a sense of relief, that is until he stepped into the light.

My jaw dropped as he walked in, ornaments hanging from his ears like earrings. He had lights wrapped around him which were mysteriously lit up despite the fact that they weren't plugged into to anything. He had a toilet seat wrapped around his neck, and was wearing an elf costume, curly toes and all. Pein was freaking the drunkest out of all of them, and there would be hell to pay in the morning. He had mistletoe in his hand, and then a devious look spread across his face when Sarah came over and whispered something in his ear.

Next thing I knew I was being held down by Kisame, who had drunkenly collapsed on me. Then Sarah and Pein started to make their way over to me. This wasn't going to be good.

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Itachi's P.O.V

I was sitting on my bed, reading one of my books when I heard the fast approach of footsteps come near my door, followed by constant snickers and shushes. I rolled my eyes at their drunken attempt to be quiet and walked towards the door when a loud knocking rang through the room. I cautiously opened my door and my eyes widened. Misty was struggling around, completely wrapped with wrapping paper, leaving only her head exposed. All the others stood behind her while Sarah stood her up, whilst holding mistletoe above her head.

"We got you a Christmas present!" Sarah said cheerfully, while the purple haired girl groaned and glared at the floor, constantly struggling. Sarah walked over and whispered something in my ear, which caused my eyes to widen even further. They shoved her into my arms, causing the both of us to fall to the floor. Sarah threw the mistletoe in and shut the door, leaving a fuming Misty lying there in my arms. She continued to mumble out cuss words and struggle until I grabbed a hold of her to keep her still.

"Is it true what Sarah said?" I asked, leaning my head down towards her neck, grabbing the end of the wrapping paper with my teeth and started to rip it.

"What did she say?" She asked cautiously, shivering at the feeling of my cool lips against her neck. I smirked and whispered in her ear,

 "That not only are you tied up, but you are also in your birthday suit." Her face went red and she turned her head away from me, to which I smirked at.

"Am I allowed to unwrap my present?" I asked her, waiting for a response. She stayed silent for a minute before nodding her head embarrassed. I picked her up and placed her on the bed gently, starting to tear the wrapping paper.

"Merry Christmas." I told her, leaning up to peck her on the lips.

I had a spring in my step, excited for my first official mission. Sarah slung an arm over my shoulder, ignoring the wary looks the Weasel was giving us. He was one of the only people who knew about Sarah being knocked up, and knew it was dangerous for her to be coming along. He tried to dissuade her before we left, but she was insistent on going. Knowing he lost the battle, he just shut up and continued walking ahead of us, trying not to seem at all suspicious. The streets were dark, most of the street lights having gone out a long time ago. This area seemed to be even scummier then where the base was, the town seemingly falling apart. It looked like this part of town seemed to be lost in time, neon signs and all. We passed what seemed to be a bunch of abandoned buildings, but I knew better. These were probably other bases for our rival gangs, after all they bared a striking resemblance to ours. It was either that or whorehouses.

Itachi diverted off into an alleyway of some kind, causing me and Sarah to look at each other in confusion but we followed anyway. It was pretty dirty down this way, in both ways if you know what I mean. He knocked on an old rusted door that couldn't be seen from the street. A young man opened the door, his eyes bright and round, and long brown hair hanging in a low ponytail. He looked so feminine, that I almost mistook him for a woman. He looked less then pleased to see the weasel, before he diverted his gaze towards us. His eyes lit up slightly, a malicious smile on his lips. He leaned towards Itachi, whispering something in his ear. He backed up from him, emotionless as ever but his eyes telling a different story. I had known him long enough, personally and intimately, to know that the only way the weasel ever showed emotions was with his eyes, and his eyes showed nothing but disgust. Sarah looked like she wanted to speak up, but was quickly shut up when I stomped on her foot. She glared at me, her blue eyes raging. She didn't exactly like being told to shut up.

They seemed to converse silently amongst themselves, before the man nodded his head, stepping aside and allowing us inside. It seemed abandoned at first as we made our way down the dark, damp hallways, but I could feel vibrations as we climbed down the stairs. I could feel the pulsing under my feet as we got closer, finally reaching a black curtain. I could see lights flashing underneath the thick fabric as it swayed with the breeze, the music finally reaching my ears. It finally dawned on me, that this was some underground nightclub, a sleazy one at that. Itachi pulled the curtain aside, mocking a gentlemanly bow, and allowed me and Sarah passage through. Our eyes widened as we took in the sites around us. It was filled with drunken people, dancing and grinding on one another. Some were making out in the corners, and some going even further than that. It smelled of sweat and booze, the scent making my stomach curl. I found myself unintentionally grabbing Itachi's hand, squeezing it tightly in my grip. This wasn't something I was used to, I felt like a child who had lost their mother in a crowded mall. He eyed me curiously, somewhat surprised at my childish actions, but shook it off once he realized I wasn't paying much attention. I glanced over at Sarah, who seemed to be more excited than I was. Her eyes were sparkling as she viewed the crowds, watching as half naked men and women moved seductively across the dancefloor. Of course she would find joy in something as sleazy as this.

We made our way through the crowd, cutting across the crowded floor and shoving people out of our way. They seemed not to take any offense though, it must've been the alcohol in their systems. We made it to a doorway, beads hanging from the frame as if they added some sort of mysteriousness to it. We moved through, my hair getting caught in the strings as we went. I let out a frustrated groan while Sarah tried to pull it out, threatening to cut my hair even shorter then it was if I continued to struggle. She finally managed to get it out, the weasel shaking his head in disapproval at my now messy hair. He reached a hand out and smoothed it down the best he could, running his fingers along my scalp. I tried my hardest not to purr in satisfaction, considering there were tons of people watching and I didn't exactly want an audience. I instead settled for groaning and scowling at him, playfully pushing his hand away. We finished the journey through, the music now distantly playing and not threatening to blow my eardrums. Two bodyguards sat at the door, not allowing anyone access until they saw Itachi. It was almost as if they knew he was coming. They let us through no questions asked, into the backroom where a man sat at his desk. He had bandages on his face, obviously having been in a pretty bad fight recently. He wore a very expensive and pristine tuxedo, and had a very large collection of swords on the wall behind him. I gulped nervously, looking anywhere but his eyes as not to get caught in his intense gaze. He glared at us, letting Itachi know his dissatisfaction for bringing 'useless' women in here. Ouch, that only stung a little. He scratched the back of his head before turning his gaze towards us. He looked like he was battling his inner demons before finally coming to a conclusion.

"Wait outside for me. He won't talk to me if you two are here. It shouldn't take too long so try not to do anything stupid in the mean time okay?" He asked, obviously concerned for our safety. Which in hindsight I should probably have been concerned for too.

"Don't worry, we won't cause too much havoc!" Sarah chirped in with her normal perky but slightly insane voice. He sighed loudly before nodding his head towards the door. We wandered out into the open, careful not to get caught up in the beads again. We looked around, I trying to find someplace to sit while Sarah was trying to find someone to 'play' with. I tried to talk to her but when I turned around, she had latched herself onto some red haired woman. I rolled my eyes, regretting having expected more from her, and just walked over to the bar and ordered myself a shot of whiskey. My fingers tapped impatiently on the grimy countertop, feeling disgusted at the sight of who knows what substance that stained it. My shot was slid over to me, to which I graciously took and downed, wincing at the burning sensation in my throat. I put my hand up for another one when someone else's hand shot up, ordering the shot for me. I glanced over at them, trying to figure out what their game was. He had spiky silver hair, dark eyes, and a mask that covered half of his face. He had a tight black shirt on, one that outlined every one of his abs. Normally I would know better then to accept anything from a stranger or give them the time of day, especially in this kind of joint. However there was a mysteriousness about him, one that I desperately wanted to figure out.

"What are you playing at?" I asked suspiciously, my hand lingering near where I kept my pocketknife. He sighed and downed his own shot.

"You don't belong here." He told me, his voice low and dangerous. It gave me chills listening to it.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, my mind screaming danger. But of course I didn't listen to it.

"You aren't like everyone else, you're inexperienced. Anyone could take advantage of you if you aren't careful." He said, not looking at me once. My eyes were wide and my thoughts racing. If he could read me so easily, then could everyone else? Was I a target? He saw my expression before sighing heavily.

"Look I didn't mean to scare you, I'm just warning you to be aware of your surroundings. Trust me, nice guys like me are kind of hard to come by around here." He said, downing his 3rd shot with ease.

"How do I know you're one of the good guys?" I asked curiously. I was still hesitant to down the shot he gave me.

"If I weren't, I would've already spiked your drink and dragged you off to the nearest bathroom without you ever knowing until you woke up the next morning, bloody and naked in some alley." I could feel fear filling me up inside, knowing he was right. I shouldn't act so naïve in these situations but I can't help it, doing things like this filled me with adrenaline and made me feel like I was invincible.

"If you want my advice, stay near your tall friend, he seems more then capable of taking care of you." He told me, finishing off his drinks and paying his tab and mine. He made me feel uneasy, had he been watching us this entire time?

"I take it this advice isn't free?" I asked, knowing better then to trust people so easily in this business, nothing was ever free in this world.

"Of course not." He said, standing from his seat and adjusting his shirt.

"What do you want?" I asked hesitantly. I could tell he sensed my discomfort.

"I could ask for a lot of things considering I've already roped you in, but all I ask for is a dance." He said, bowing and extending his hand out to me. I stared at him incredulously.

"A dance? That's it?" I asked, not believing him.

"That's all I want." He said, pushing his hand towards me. I stared at him uneasily, before finally taking his hand and letting him lead me into the crowd. If that's all he wanted, then I was happy to oblige. Besides, I definitely didn't mind being guided by him, he was definitely easy on the eyes, well from what I could see anyways. I tried my best to avoid the other people, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to avoid their greasy bodies. I crashed into his chest, his arms wrapping around me almost instinctively. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, which didn't exactly happen often when it came to me.

I stared into his eyes and let him guide my body, my body melted against his, and we swayed to the music. Our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, and I felt myself being lost in the song. Our chests grinded against each other, our hips rocking together and we started dancing more sloppily, our dance becoming more heated and seductive. I could feel the heat roll off of him in waves, his hands slowly making their way down my sides and towards my hips, my hands reaching up and curling my fingers in his hair. His touch felt magical, it ignited something inside of me. I reached up towards his mask, hooking my finger around the edge and slowly pulling it down, receiving no protests from him. He was even more beautiful with the mask pulled down if that was possible. I grabbed his face, staring wordlessly into his onyx eyes and brought his face down to mine, our lips crashing together. I loved the way his lips felt on mine, his hand coming up to cup the back of my head, bringing us even closer. He was like a drug, he left me wanting more. I had never felt like this before, and I couldn't bring myself to stop it. This felt better then any kind of adrenaline or high I had felt before. I lost myself in this strangers arms, in his lips. I lost track of time, it felt like we had been there for hours.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, my lashes tickling my cheeks. I slowly sat up, my back screaming in pain. I wish Madara wasn't so rough when it came to this. I willed myself to clamber out of bed and slowly walked towards the bathroom to wash up. I turned on the lights, which flickered overhead, and turned on the bath water. I watched from where I sat on the toilet as the tub filled up slowly, the mirrors fogging up with the steam.

I stepped in with it still filling, wincing at the hot water against my delicate ankles. I finally submerged my body into hot water, my pale skin reddening due to the heat. I lathered my skin with soap, flinching as I touched the bruises on my wrists. I grabbed a rag and laid over my eyes, laying back in the water. I let the water soak into my pale skin, it burning slightly.

I sat there, drawing up my knees and resting my chin on them. Was this really all I was worth? I mean, I enjoyed most nights, but now I wonder if that's the only reason why I'm here. Am I really just a toy? I wiped down my body with my strawberry soap, ignoring the burning sensation when it landed on my cuts. I lathered it through my hair, contemplating the value of my life.

I pulled the plug out from the bottom of the tub, just sitting there as I let the water drain out, exposing my naked body to the elements. I winced at the feeling of the cold air nipping at my skin, but I didn't care. I was too caught up in my thoughts. I stood up slowly after what felt like hours and wrapped a towel around myself. I walked over towards the mirror, frowning at leftover makeup on my face.

I walked out and laid on my rickety bed, not bothering to dress. I just stared at the ceiling, trying to make designs out of the water stains. I don't understand why I am feeling like this, I have never felt like this before. The only word I could use to describe this feeling, was the feeling of being useless. The door creaked open, but I didn't look up. I didn't have to look up to see who it was.

"What's wrong?" The usually perky woman asked as she next to me, playing with my short hair. I huffed quietly and continued looking at the ceiling.

"Do you ever just feel used and abused? Like you don't matter to no one?" I asked her, playing with the hem of my towel. She gave me a questioning look, an almost concerned look in her eye.

"Where is this coming from?" She asked, her blue eyes drilling into mine. An annoyed sigh left my lips as I turned my head to gaze out the cracked window.

"Just answer the question." I snapped impatiently. She just sighed and leaned back against my nonexistent headboard.

"Sometimes I guess. Why?" She answered plainly, but curious as to why I was acting so weird.

"I don't know, I just feel useless anymore." I told her, sitting up and walking over to my beaten up dresser to finally get dressed.

"You aren't useless, you are awesome!" She said with that same perky voice that I love.

"What am I good for though. I don't do anything of importance, all I am is the Akatsuki's personal concubine." I told her, throwing one of Itachi's oversized shirts over my head. I didn't get a response back, only silence answered me. I turned around and caught sight of Sarah, who looked like she was debating amongst herself. I continued to dress, leaving Sarah to her inner demons.

"If you are useless then so am I, because that is all we are." She said, her voice wavering slightly. I cringed inwardly seeing this side of my best friend. I am just hoping it is the hormones acting up.

"What are we going to do? We can't stay like this forever." I said simply, sitting next to her again.

"Why don't we take on a mission, just like the rest of the Akatsuki do!" She exclaimed excitedly, her perky side back.

"Pein will never let you take a mission considering that you are pregnant." I told her point blank, but a devious expression was already on her face.

"Pein doesn't know yet though." She said with a slight smirk. I glared at her a bit.

"I would never forgive myself if you got hurt." I told her, but she just put a hand  on my shoulder.

"This is my decision, I want to live my life that I was meant to, which is doing exactly what I want." She told me, causing my eyes to widen at her sudden wisdom. A slight smirk finally splayed across my lips as I stared at her.

"I guess we are going to visit Pein then."

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 The two of us stood in front of our notorious leader, a blank expression on his face as he viewed us both. The silence had an eerie feeling to it, it made the atmosphere almost stressful. His judgmental eyes shifted from us to the list of available missions. The purple haired woman stood beside him, her emotionless face still present. Yet, her eyes were another story. The bags under her eyes indicated high levels of stress, and her eyes kept shifting, but for that I couldn't tell. Either it was out of curiosity, or it was something else entirely. Something like fear.

Pein's hands shot out and grabbed a fistful of my shirt, bringing us face to face. Most people would have assumed the natural fear that came with his gaze, but I saw something else entirely, it was almost like he was challenging me. A large smirk spread across his face, reveling in his confused expression.

"So can we have that mission or what?" I asked with a sickeningly sweet voice. I could hear Sarah snickering behind me, to which was quickly shushed by Konan. He looked at me, then smirked with confidence, seemingly amused with my confidence.

"Are you sure you can handle it? These missions tend to be very dangerous." He said tauntingly, obviously thinking that I couldn't handle it. I leaned in closer, close enough were I could feel his breath on my face.

"Why are you so doubtful of me? Is it because I am a girl?" I said teasingly. He just sighed and released me, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That's not it at all. I would rather not send you out being as inexperienced as you two are." He said while glaring at me.

"Well then send me out on an easy one!" I nearly shouted. He sighed before looking through his folder again.

"The best I can do for you two is to be shadowed by an Akatski member on one of their missions, but  still heavily advise that you wait till an easier one comes in." He told us with an almost worried expression. One that I had failed to notice at the time.

"Give us one with Itachi then." Sarah said from beside me, whilst I shot her a half hearted glare. She gave me a knowing smirk before turning her attention back to the orange haired man.

"Fine. Let Itachi know that he is taking you two on his mission with him. He leaves tonight." He told us before shooing us out of his office. Both Me and Sarah jumped up and down gleefully once the door was shut.

"I'll go tell Itachi, you go get ready." I told my blonde haired best friend. She saluted me before taking off in a mad dash.

I giggled at her childish antics before making my way down the long hallway, a skip in my step if you must.  I took in the cracked walls and peeling paint, as if noticing it for the first time despite living here 5 years already. Each door there had its own personality, telling you who lived where. Hidan's door had a weird symbol, probably one for his fake god. Sasori's was built very well and had beautiful intricate designs on it, making it seem almost out of place in the crumbling building. I finally made it to a familiar black door, to which I knocked on 3 times. I waited a minute before he answered the door.

"Is there something you need Misty?" He asked tiredly, obviously having been taking a nap.

"Pein told me to tell you that you will be shadowing us on your mission tonight." I told him plainly, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm doing what now?" He asked, still groggy with sleep. I just sighed and shook him by the shoulders, repeating my previous question slowly. His eyes widened a bit as he finally caught on to what I was saying.

"He does realize that I am going on an S-class mission right?" He asked emotionlessly.  I just nodded my head as my answer, causing him to sigh a bit. It was at this moment that our favorite blonde showed up, a pack on her shoulder.

"Time to go!" She chirped loudly, a large smile on her face. I walked across the hall and pulled on my leather jacket. I stared out my window one last time before catching up with my two partners. I was super excited for my first official mission.

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could, the sound of my feet hitting the old wooden floor echoed through the halls. I ran into Itachi's room, not even bothering to knock and pounced on the bed. He jolted up and whipped out his pistol, his hand on the trigger.

"Tachi, put the gun down, it's just me." I told him and reached out to caress his face. He relaxed under my touch and lowered the gun. He put his hand over mine and rubbed his nose against my palm.

"What's wrong?" He asked me once he began waking up a bit more. His voice came out a bit muffled considering he was still nuzzling my hand.

"I'm going to be an aunt!" I whispered excitedly as not to wake up the other members. Not that I gave a damn, I just really didn't want to deal with Hidan's bullshit this time of night. Itachi just gave me a confused look.

"Sarah's pregnant!" I said excitedly. His eyes lit up slightly once it sunk in. He pulled me into his lap and hugged me, his hand rubbing up and down my spine causing me to shiver slightly. He gave me a small peck on the cheek and leaned over towards my ear,

"That's great and all, but who's the father?" He asked me, his hot breath lingering on my ear.

"Deidara." I told him simply. His expression changed to an almost depressed one, but considering this was Itachi, his emotionless façade remained.

"Has she told him yet?" He asked me, his lips making their way down towards my neck.

"No." I moaned out as he found my sweet spot and began sucking on it. I could feel him smile against my neck at my reaction. He pulled away, much to my disliking, and laid back down while holding me against his chest.

"As much as I would love to continue what we were doing, I have to get up for a mission in the morning." He told me as he brought his hand up to move the hair out of my eyes. I hummed in response and snuggled up against his chest. The raven haired male looked towards the battered clock on the nightstand and sighed heavily.

"I might as well get up now considering I have to be up in about an hour anyway." He said as he began to sit up. He rolled me off of him, causing me to whimper at the loss of body heat.

He got up and walked towards the bathroom, turning on the lights. I could hear the shower turn on, but instead of bugging him like I had originally intended, I noticed his bed was much comfier then mine. So I snuggled up next to his pillow and shut my eyelids, contemplating life. The next thing I knew, I could feel someone rubbing my back slowly. When I looked up, I was met with a half naked Uchiha. When had I fallen asleep? His stared at me with soft onyx eyes, his hair dripping slightly. He smiled at me slightly, a very rare sight to behold indeed.

"I don't wanna get up, your bed is comfy." I mumbled out against his pillow. He chuckled lowly.

"Do you want to sleep here then?" He asked me, his calloused thumb brushing against my collarbone. I nodded my head sleepily, a small smile on my face.

"You are lucky that you're adorable." He said before walking over to his dresser and grabbing a black shirt off the top. He pulled it over his head and grabbed his leather jacket from the coat hanger, pulling it on but leaving it unzipped. He walked to where I was laying and sat down next to me. He brushed some hair out of my face and kissed me on the temple. I gave him a tired smile, to which he returned. He walked out the door leaving me to sleep in peace.

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"Pounce, pounce, pounce." A perky voice said, waking me from my dreams. I grabbed a pillow from beside me and whacked the intruder in the face. She fell next to me , causing the bed to shift under her weight. I ignored her, but then I felt her poking my boobs.

"What do you want Sarah?" I said tiredly. She giggled slightly and continued poking my boobs. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. I glared at her.

"Stop." I told her simply. She laughed and started poking me harder.

"No." She told me, still poking me. My eye was twitching a little bit.

"You're just jealous that I'm bigger then you." I told with a smirk on my face. She began pouting and began comparing our sizes with her eyes.

"Bite me." She told me after she realized that she had lost this round. I just smirked at her.

"That's Deidara's job." I told her, causing her to blush slightly. She just got a devious smirk on her face.

"That's not his only job." She said suggestively, causing me to gag in disgust.

"I don't need to hear the details!" I yelled at her, whacking her in the face with a pillow. She started laughing maniacally.

"You don't want to hear the details but why are you in the Weasel's bed." She said with a raised brow.

"We didn't do anything if that's what you wanted to hear." I told her, throwing my hands up defensively. She just hummed in response and began jumping up and down on the bed. She was bouncing really high now, laughing like the insane person she is.

"Have you told Deidara yet?" I said, but the only response I got was the audible 'Thunk' on the floor from beside me. I leaned over and looked at Sarah, who was so dizzy that her eyes were spinning. I just sighed loudly and walked over and kicked her. She showed no signs of moving, fully playing dead. I got a devious smirk on my face and threw open the door.

"Oh Barbie, I have a secret to tell you!" I yelled through the halls while running from the blonde. I made it to the living room before I was tackled by Sarah.

"Get off me you fat cow." I yelled, which I received a smack in the head from the said 'Fat Cow'. We stood up and were glaring at each other. I could hear a few wolf whistles from around us and looked around to see a few members with wide eyes and Hidan with a nosebleed. I looked down and realized why. Me and Sarah's pajamas' consisted of our bras and booty shorts.

"Don't act like you haven't seen this before." Sarah said plainly as she walked over to sit on Deidara's lap.

"What was it you needed to tell me Misty?" He asked me with a curious look. Sarah gave one of those threatening glares to shut me up.

"Actually Sarah has something to tell you." I told him. Sarah gave one last glare before dragging him out of the room. I laughed at her and began walking out of the room when Tobi stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall towards my room. We walked in and I was thrown down on the bed.

"Aren't we impatient today Madara?" I remarked with a sly smirk as he removed his mask and made his way over towards me, his eyes filled with lust.

Gunshots rang through the air, I could feel them graze past my head. My whole body was frozen in fear, I couldn't move. I turned my head slowly, towards the direction the bullets were headed. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, as if to taunt me. My eyes widened in shock as blood splashed onto my face. I could feel the tears leaking from my eyes. I couldn't stop them. I couldn't stop the thugs. I couldn't stop the bullets from tearing through her heart. She fell to her knees and her hazel eyes bore into mine. I looked at her trembling figure as blood began to soak through her white blouse. She looked shocked, but when she saw my quivering form, her eyes lightened up. A weak smile displaying itself upon her pale face.

"It's OK baby girl, everything will be OK." She said reassuringly, wanting the last thing I saw of her before she died to be her smile. I heard the click of a gun behind me, her eyes widening slightly.

"Katie, I need you to look away honey." She said, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth as she spoke. I wanted to listen, to do as she said. But I couldn't move, my knees had locked and I was stuck in place.

"Please, do as your mother asks." A female said, an almost sympathetic tone to her voice. I wish I could have, but my mind stopped working by this point. Everything around me was in a haze, the voices sounded so distant. Suddenly, I was ripped from my thoughts by the sound of a pistol firing, the sound of it slashing through the air, and the sound of it shattering my mother's skull. Her body limped over and landed on the ground in front of me, a thick layer of blood coated my once white sundress. I fell to my knees, my whole world came crashing down in front of me. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around my small form, but I didn't fight back. They could kill me for all I cared.

"Why didn't you wait for her to turn around, have you no remorse!" The man that was holding me yelled, his strong voice booming. Tears began streaming down my face at full force, the way this man was holding me, it was almost comforting.

"We needed to get the job done, its her own fault for not doing as she was told the first time." A slithery voice replied to him, it caused chills to run down my spine. Suddenly, I heard the gun cock again. I looked behind me and saw the gun pointed directly between my eyes. He let out a sly chuckle, once again speaking in that snake like tone,

"We can't leave any witnesses." He moved his finger towards the trigger, before the woman grabbed it from his hands in one swift motion. He didn't look for the slightest moment perturbed by her actions.

"You can't kill her, she's only ten!" She yelled at him, causing me to flinch back slightly at her tone. She glared at the man, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet.

"Run, and never speak of this incident." She said, blocking the man with the gun from having any access to me. I did as I was told, I ran out of the alley as fast as my little feet could carry me. My blonde bangs getting in my eyes, obscuring my vision. I could hear yelling behind me but I just ran faster.

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I woke up screaming, beads of sweat rolling down my face. My face was wet with sweat and tears. I could feel shuffling in the bed beside me, but paid no mind to it. Suddenly, I felt a strong pair of arms wrap themselves around me, causing me to jump from the physical contact. It's not that I'm not used to physical contact, its just contact in a comforting manner is foreign to me. I looked beside me and saw a messy mop of raven locks that cascaded past his shoulders. I must have stayed with Itachi last night. Usually I remember who I'm with, but Hidan thought it was a good idea to bring in 3 cases of beer. It surely didn't go to waste. It figured though. Itachi was always there to comfort me when I have nightmares, while Pein just rolled over and pulled a pillow over his head to block out the screams. My sobs came to a hiccupping stop, my vision was no longer blurry with salty tears. I could feel Itachi press a kiss on the side of my neck, before he loosened his arms around me so I could get up. I slowly rose from the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. I flipped the light switch on and wiped my face. I grabbed my undergarments and threw them on, along with a pair of sweatpants and Itachi's shirt. I looked at the clock, which read 3:34.

"If you want, you can go back to sleep, I'm gonna go visit my blonde." I said while pulling my purple hair into a low ponytail. He looked at me with a slight smirk.

"So after whatever happened last night, your going to go and screw Deidara?" He said with an amused look.

"No, I'm not gay." I replied giving him a scowl. I don't have anything against gay people, its just not my preference. He just chuckled slightly.

"I know, your going to visit your psychotic blonde friend." I nodded my head in response, before making my way towards the door.

"Just remember to knock, remember your visiting Sarah while she was drunk." I just smirked.

"There ain't nothing of Sarah I haven't already seen, and as for Deidara, I doubt there is anything to see anyway." I said before I closed the door, not waiting for his response. I made my way down the hall, which were rarely quiet. As I passed the living room, I noticed a head of blonde hair sitting on the couch. I walked over only to notice she was pretty close to hyperventilating. I gripped her shoulders and made her stare into my eyes.

"Sarah, what the hell is your problem!" I said shaking her slightly. Come to think of it, I didn't see her during the whole drunk fiasco. She just stood there, frozen from fear. I kept shaking her until her patience with me finally snapped. She pegged me in the head with something, her forcing causing it to welt on impact. I gave her a glare before looking at what she had thrown at me. My breathing hitched as I realized what I was holding. The shock on my face was quickly replaced with a devious smirk.

"Well it looks like I'm going to be an aunt." She just socked me in the arm. I looked down at the object in my hands again, a pregnancy test with two pink lines.

"Who's the daddy?" I asked, even though I had figured that Sarah didn't know, I mean come on, this is Sarah we're talking about.

"Deidara." She stated after a few moments of silence, my eyes widened from shock.

"You have been him seeing long enough for this?" I asked, not believing the fact that she has been with him for at least a month. She simply nodded her head. I pulled her into my lap and held her in my arms, squeezing her in a bear hug. Now normally, I would've been worried about a child being born into this, but my senses weren't working at the present moment. Only one thing was running through my mind.