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Shades of Crimson	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2074 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11
          The gray light of dawn was peeking through the window when Sakura opened her eyes the next morning. A chill went up her spine and goose bumps broke out on her arms as she realized she was cold. Groggily lifting her head, she looked over at Hidan. He was on the other side of the bed, the sheet pulled up to his neck, leaving her with nothing. Reaching over, she grabbed the corner of it and tugged until she was once again covered. Rolling towards the door, she closed her eyes. As her body warmed, she let her mind lull itself back to sleep. A few minutes later, her eyelids drifted upwards as the cool air in the room hit her bare skin. Reaching behind her, she found the edge of the sheet again and tried to cover back up. It didn't budge. She pulled harder. Nothing. Still half asleep and grumbling, she yanked the sheet as hard as she could. This time she was met with no resistance, but as the sheet went sliding over her, the momentum of her swing rolled her off the bed. She landed in the floor on her back, the sheet bunched up behind her.
          "Ow." she said as she blinked her eyes and sat up. Hidan, awakened by the sudden noise, leaned up on his elbows and was looking at her.
          "Sakura, what the hell are you doing in the floor?"
          Feeling embarrassed, she climbed to her feet. "Nothing."
          Hidan's high pitched laughter echoed in the room. "You fell out of bed, didn't you? Karma's such a bitch."
          Sakura's eyes widened as a thought occurred to her. "Did you do that on purpose?"
          "Do what? I was asleep until your clumsy ass hit the floor."
          "You stole the sheet and waited until I yanked on it." she accused, giving him a glare.
          Hidan couldn't keep the grin from his face. She was absolutely gorgeous standing there, with her hands on her bare hips and that fiery look on her face that he was sure would terrify lesser men. He just couldn't resist prodding her just a little longer. "I'm telling you, I was asleep."
          "Yeah right. You weren't snoring."
          "I don't snore!"
          "Hidan, you snore like a lumber mill on overdrive."
          "I do not!"
          Ignoring him and reaching down, Sakura picked up the crumpled sheet. She knew he was baiting her into an argument, and she wasn't going to fall for it. After last night, she just wanted to have a nice quiet morning with him. When she straightened back up, she noticed that Hidan was still watching her. His gaze wandered over her and a lustful gleam appeared in his eyes. Sakura felt heat creep into her face as she realized that she was standing completely naked in front of him. Balling up the material in her hands, she threw it at his face and turned to search for her clothes. She found her shorts quickly enough, but her shirt was lying with the bloodstained linen in the corner, ruined beyond hope. Frowning, she pulled her shorts on and walked back over to the bed. Hidan had reclaimed the sheet, but was sitting up now, his eyes closed as his mouth moved in a silent prayer. His pendant had been removed from his neck and now dangled from his hand.
          Crossing her arms over her chest, Sakura waited for him to finish. But as the minutes dragged on, she found her patience wearing thin. "...Hidan?"
          "Hmm?" he replied without opening his eyes.
          "I need a shirt."
          "Go get it then."
          Sakura paled as the image of getting caught topless in the hallway flashed in her mind. "I can't do that!" she cried. Hidan cracked an eyelid and glanced at her before closing it once more, seemingly unconcerned about her plight. Frustration set in and Sakura climbed back on the bed. She was starving for some breakfast, and she couldn't get to the kitchen without Hidan helping her out. Since he never wore a shirt, she couldn't even borrow his until she made it to their room. Settling on her knees beside him, she tried to remain calm. "Will you go get one for me?"
          "No."
          "Why not? I can't just go running around the building half-naked!" she said angrily, her temper finally getting the better of her. There was just something about him that made her want to kiss him senseless one minute and strangle him the next.
          Quickly finishing his prayer, Hidan's eyes snapped open. Before Sakura could blink, he had his arms wrapped around her waist and was pulling her across his lap. A squeak escaped her at the sudden movement. When she stopped, she was practically nose to nose with him, her legs on either side of his thighs. His chest was radiating heat, and her cool fingers found their way to rest on the toned muscles.
          "Why not?" Hidan echoed back, locking gazes with her. Her nudity suddenly forgotten by their close proximity, Sakura lost herself in a pair of intense violet eyes. They came closer as she felt him cup her face with both hands. Then it was gone and he was kissing her. Not fast and hungry like he had been last night, but slow and measured, as if they had all the time in the world to be there and he was savoring every second of it. Her eyes slid shut and a pleased sound escaped from her lips as her anger left her and her body responded to him. Surrendering, she kissed him back.
          Sakura suddenly found herself moving again. Hidan had reclaimed his hold on her waist and rolled with her until she was lying flat on the mattress, pinned underneath his larger frame. He never broke their kiss, and Sakura wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his tongue invaded her mouth. He lavished attention on her, stroking her tongue until her head grew hazy with pleasure. Then just as quickly as he had grabbed her, he broke away and she opened her eyes. She lay where she was, out of breath and her body on fire. Shirt forgotten, she reveled in the way his touch made her feel. Her eyes followed his every move as he climbed out of bed and strolled over to where his pants lay in the floor, completely uncaring of the fact that she was watching him. Pulling them on over his muscular legs, he walked to the door. Opening it, he started to step out, but turned back at the last minute to stare at her. His face was unreadable, and he suddenly turned away, his voice drifting back to her as the door shut behind him.
          "Fucking beautiful."
        The room faded into silence as Sakura's eyes remained focused on the door. But the only thing her mind registered was his words. They echoed in her head, making their way into her soul and winding tightly around it. The way he said it made her feel like the most treasured woman in the world. And in that instant, Sakura knew that Konoha was lost to her. She might not have physically betrayed the village, but in her heart, the deed was already done. She had accepted her new life and the fact that she couldn't go back. No, that wasn't quite right, either. She didn't want to go back. If she did, she would have to fight the people here she now considered her friends. She would have to fight Hidan, whom she had come to care for deeply. And she couldn't bear to be torn like that. She wasn't sure what she would do if Naruto showed up one day, or one of the other shinobi from Konoha. There was no way she could fight them, either. Swallowing her sudden unease, she turned her attention to devising a way to get to her clothes without being seen, or bringing the building down in the attempt.
          Her thoughts were interrupted by the reopening of the door. Quickly drawing the sheet around her, she sighed in relief to see that it was Hidan. He walked over to the bed and tossed her one of her black bras and a mesh shirt. Sitting up, she began dressing as she waited for him to hand her the over-shirt. When he made no move to do so, she paused and looked at him. "Where's the rest of it?"
          "The rest of what?"
          Sakura released a long-suffering sigh. "My clothes."
          "You asked me to bring you a shirt. If you wanted a certain one, you should have been more specific. Besides, I think you look just fine the way you are." he said.
          Sakura just stared at him, surprised by the sudden lack of profanity. The subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth told her that he was teasing her again. She smirked. "I'm sure you do, but I can't eat breakfast in my underwear. What if someone comes in?"
          A stab of jealousy hit Hidan as he thought of Sasuke seeing Sakura half dressed. He'd have to wring the Uchiha's frigid neck if that ever happened. Grumbling about the lack of privacy in the building, he handed over the dark green tank top he still had in his hand. She gave him a grateful smile and slipped it on. Climbing out of bed, she ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it. Her sandals were still in the other room, so she padded over to him, her bare feet making no noise on the carpet. Reaching up, she placed a kiss on his cheek before thanking him and heading out the door. He watched her go, and then let his eyes roam over the room. When they landed on the sheets in the corner, he walked over and picked them up. They would have to be burnt to be disposed of properly. And now that he had something to lose, he really didn't want to screw up such a simple task and piss off Jashin. Slipping out the door, he headed outside to take care of it before breakfast.
          Sakura entered the kitchen, delighted to find it empty. Making a beeline for the refrigerator, she pulled it open. Thankfully, it was well stocked. She grabbed a star fruit to snack on while she cooked some eggs and made toast. Fifteen minutes later, Hidan joined her. They had just sat down to eat when Demon came charging into the room. Without slowing down, the kitten tried to round the table and get to Hidan's chair. But the hardwood floor was slick, and he went sliding backwards, towards the cabinets. Scrambling to stop himself, his feet went out from under him and he wound up in a heap in the middle of the floor. Sakura started giggling. Narrowing his little green eyes at her, Demon picked himself up and started furiously licking his paw. After he was satisfied that there wasn't a hair out of place, he stood and stalked over to them, tail twitching. When he reached Hidan's side, he meowed up at him.
          Hidan rolled his eyes. "Crazy ass cat." he said as he picked him up and set him on his shoulder.
          He fed the kitten bits of his egg until Demon fell asleep, purring contentedly. Sakura watched him out of the corner of her eye as she ate. It was endearing to see him utterly spoil his cat. Who would have guessed that an elite, battle-loving shinobi like him would care for such a small, helpless animal? With a smile on her face, she finished the last of her toast. After cleaning up, they went their separate ways, Hidan to start his daily training, Demon in tow, and Sakura to patch the hole she left in the wall of their bedroom. She ran into Kisame in the hallway, and he showed her where the supplies were located. An hour of measuring, cutting and nailing later, and she had the replacement piece of drywall up and taped, and was slathering drywall mud along the seams. She was nearly finished when Karin and Suigetsu walked by. The redhead adjusted her glasses and glared, and Sakura was more than happy to return the sentiment. Suigetsu glanced between them, an apprehensive look on his face.
          "You missed a spot." Karin said sarcastically.
          "So did you." Sakura shot back.
          Karin's face turned beet red as anger hit her hard. She had just started forward when Suigetsu grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her on down the hallway. She struggled against him, but he wouldn't budge. Turning his head back, Suigetsu waved with his free hand and grinned at her. "Later, Sakura-san!"
          Sakura gave him a small wave before turning back to her task. She had just knelt down and smoothed drywall mud over the last exposed seam when she felt Sasuke's chakra coming down the hall. What was this, Torture Sakura Day? A sigh escaped her lips as he rounded the corner into view. Determined not to watch him approach, she concentrated on what she was doing. But as he passed behind her, she couldn't resist glancing over her shoulder. Their eyes met briefly, and he kept on going, saying nothing. She fully expected to feel her stomach knot up and regret to wash over her. But as his cold gaze bored into her, all she could feel was calm. It was as if all the times he'd rejected her, hurt her and made her cry meant nothing. She had a feeling that if she didn't have Hidan, she would be an emotional puddle in the floor right now. But her self-doubt and insecurities had been washed away in a flood of silver and violet, leaving her strong and alive.
          After he was gone, Sakura stood and checked over her work. There was nothing more she could do until it dried. Then she would have to sand and paint it. She put the leftover supplies away and cleaned up. When she was finished, she started towards the training room to see Hidan. She made it halfway there when she suddenly stopped. Looking around, she let the feel of the building settle around her. The corners of her mouth tugged upward. It felt right; not quite like a home, but a place where she could see herself being happy. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves and headed upstairs. Even though her mind was trying to reason its way out of her decision, her heart was telling her she needed to talk to Pein and Madara. She had chosen her side of the fence, and now was the time to jump. The sooner she got it over with, the better off she would be.

          Madara smirked behind his mask. He loved it when things went his way. He had been discussing the capture of the eight tailed ox with Pein when Sakura had barged into the office, asking to speak with them. When she explained her intentions, Pein looked surprised, and Konan had actually smiled.
          "Are you absolutely sure, Sakura-san? We do not tolerate betrayal. Once you join the Akatsuki, you don't leave unless you are dead." Pein said.
          Sakura swallowed hard. There was no turning back now. "Yes. I will join on one condition."
          "And that is?" Pein asked.
          "That you don't send me on any missions involving Konoha. I can tell you now that I wouldn't be able to fight against my friends."
          "What would Konoha think of this decision, I wonder?" Pein asked.
          Sakura dropped her head and stared at the floor. "Naruto and Tsunade-sama will be devastated. But too much has happened for things to go back to the way they were." she said in a quiet voice. Lifting her head, she looked Pein in the face. "I might never be forgiven, but I need to move forward. Wallowing in regret accomplishes nothing."
           Madara considered her request in silence for a long moment. He didn't like bartering for one of his ninja's loyalties, but then again, she was offering him a much better deal than Itachi had. And if he agreed, he would be one step closer to his goal. "I think we will be able to do that as long as you agree to not interfere with anyone else on such missions. Konoha and the Akatsuki are not allies. Do you accept these terms?"
          Sakura nodded. "I accept."
          Pein stood from behind his desk. "Very well then. Konan will give you a cloak and as many weapons as you need. And taking into consideration your current circumstances, of course you will be partnered with Hidan." Pulling a drawer open, he fished a ring out. Sakura recognized it as the one that had belonged to Kakuzu. The last time she had seen it, it had been stored in Konoha for safekeeping.
          "How did you manage to get that back?" she asked in surprise.
          He dropped it into her hand. "We have our ways. You need to put it on the left middle finger."
          Nodding, Sakura slipped the ring on in the correct place. As soon as she did, Madara performed a hand seal and touched the ring. Sakura hissed in pain as a foreign chakra enveloped her hand and entered her body. It wound its way through her system and settled in her head. The ring vibrated and shrunk in size to fit her smaller finger. Panting through the pain as her own chakra tried to fight the invading energy, she looked at Madara. "What is this?" she asked between breaths. Sweat broke out on her body, and she bent forward and grabbed the edge of the desk, her body automatically seeking relief.
          "The chakra allows us to communicate with you directly. It's also a good way to keep track of where you are. The ring will allow you to participate in communication and sealing jutsu when we need you for them." he replied calmly.
          Sakura might have cried out from the pain if she hadn't been through much worse lately. When it had subsided entirely, she straightened up and waited. Pein nodded his approval of her resilience and spoke again. "The first thing I want you to do is train every day for the next two weeks. After that, if your skills are acceptable, we will give you your first mission. I already have one in mind; we just need to make sure you are ready. If you don't have any questions, you are dismissed. I am sure you are eager to let Hidan know who his new partner will be."
          Sakura bowed awkwardly as Konan walked over to her. "Let's go get your cloak. I'll explain the rest of our rules on the way." the blue haired kunoichi said. Turning, they left the office together.
          After they were gone, Madara looked at Pein. "Well done. One down, one to go. Things are starting to look good for us."
          Konan led Sakura to the room where she had revived Hidan and healed Sasuke. After they stepped inside, she turned and looked at the pink haired kunoichi. "As well as going out on missions, when you are here, we want you to serve as our medic. You can have this room to work in, and we'll supply it with whatever you need." she explained. Sakura nodded. "One more thing." she continued, looking away as she spoke. "Before you and Hidan get too carried away with each other, I need to know if there's any chance that you could become pregnant. I don't have to tell you what kind of complication that would present in your usefulness to Madara-sama."
          Sakura shook her head, even as she felt her face heat up. "No. One of the things Tsunade-sama and I developed when we worked together at the hospital was a jutsu that temporarily seals off a woman's fallopian tubes. It's 100 percent effective, and completely reversible, should one of the kunoichi retire and want to start a family. I was the first one we tried it on. I wouldn't mind having children one day, but for now I'm as sterile as they come."
          "Good." Konan replied in a soft voice.
          Sakura didn't miss the fleeting expression of sadness on the other woman's face. "What about you? Do you ever want kids?" she asked.
          Konan gave her a small smile. "It would be nice, but unfortunately for me, that's just not possible."
          "Why not?"
          Konan shook her head before changing the subject. "Come on, let's go see if we have a cloak that fits you." she said as she headed out the door. Sakura stared after the other woman, curiosity eating her alive. She wanted to know more, but she had a feeling it would be better to let it drop. She had only been here a couple of weeks, and there were some things you didn't tell to just anyone. So she absently chewed on her lip and followed Konan out into the hallway.

          Sakura walked down the hallway, a light blush on her face. She had her new cloak on, and even though it was very comfortable, she felt like she'd stick out in complete darkness. Crossing her arms over her chest, she made her way towards the training room. Evidently, a session was already in full swing. Occasional shouts could be heard, followed by long strings of profanity. Sakura rolled her eyes at the language. Hidan and Kisame must be sparring again, no doubt a rematch for the other day. She took a deep breath as she reached the door, and stepped inside. Sure enough, the shark ninja and the immortal were locked in combat, their weapons ringing loudly as they clashed together repeatedly. Kisho was leaning against the wall to her left, and when he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. Waving her over, he slid to the side so she had room to stand next to him. Sakura nodded her assent and took the offered place. They watched the two combatants in silence for a while, until Kisho's quiet voice made her turn her head and look at him.
          "So, you've decided to stay?"
          Sakura's blush returned and she shifted her weight. "Yeah."
          "For him?" he asked, inclining his head towards Hidan.
          "He's not the only reason. After the things I've done, my village would never just forgive me. I can't go back, so I might as well try to be useful while I'm here." she replied, dropping her gaze to the floor.
          "But you were forced to help out, weren't you? You didn't have any choice."
          "I could have chosen to fight and die."
          "Then why didn't you?"
          "To save one of my friends. And by the time I could fight again, it was already too late." she said before falling into silence.
          Kisho pondered her words for a few minutes. Then he looked at her again and spoke. "My village is the same way. If I were to go back now, I'd probably be executed. They wouldn't understand why I didn't fight every waking moment to return to them. Village loyalty is everything in Hidden Stone." he said. Giving her a small smile, he excused himself and headed out of the room.
          Kisho's absence drew Kisame's attention. Looking at the door, he blocked Hidan's scythe with Samehada before jumping back and swinging the great sword up to rest on his shoulder. "Damn it, he's supposed to be paying attention, not wandering off." he grumbled loudly. Then he noticed Sakura leaning against the wall. A smirk crossed his lips an instant before his high pitched laughter echoed through the room. "Welcome to the dark side, kid. The cookies are in the kitchen."
          Sakura smiled. "Thank you."
          "Let me guess, Pein partnered you with the Zombie Man, here." Kisame said and Sakura nodded.
          Hidan swung his scythe up and let it rest against his back as he turned to look at her as well. He grinned and crossed his arms across his bare chest. "See, Kisame, I told you I was that fucking good."
          Sakura's breath caught in her throat as she realized what he was implying. Embarrassment washed over her, quickly followed by anger. Her nervousness forgotten, she stalked over to him and, drawing back, punched him in the face. Unprepared for the sudden attack, Hidan flew backwards, catching himself and skidding to a stop just before he would have hit the wall. Sakura glared at him. "You told him about last night? Hidan, you baka!" she yelled.
          Rubbing his cheek where she punched him, he returned her glare. "Shit, Sakura, it's not like he didn't already know. He's got a better nose than any dog ninja in the world."
          "Well, that doesn't mean you need to go talking about it!"
          "Well, you didn't have to fucking hit me, either!"
          Falling silent, they continued to stare angrily at each other for several minutes. Kisame looked between them and started laughing. "Before the blood starts spraying, there are a couple of things you need to know, Sakura-san. First, your new partner here, never shuts up. So get used to it, because the day he does, I'll turn purple. And second, this isn't some sweet little shinobi village where your reputation and respect are on the line if you wear the wrong colored shirt. We are Akatsuki. All we care about is your fighting ability and getting our goals accomplished. Beyond that, you could walk the halls naked and no one would think less of you." His smirk deepened. "I wouldn't recommend it, though. Pretty girls are hard to come by around here and you might find yourself entertaining more than just Hidan."
          Sakura felt the color drain from her face at his choice of words. Just how much had Hidan told him? Her dignity beyond salvation, she dropped her gaze to the floor. The corners of Hidan's lips twitched upward as he watched her resolve weaken. "You're impossible." she told him with a sigh. Giving up, Sakura turned and walked out of the room.
          The shark ninja shook his head after she left and looked at Hidan, a smirk still on his face. "She's got quite a temper. I think you found your soul-mate, Hidan-san."
          "Jashin always provides for those who serve him." Hidan replied with a grin.
          "Well, you'd better go apologize, or Jashin is going to be providing you with another bed to sleep in tonight."
          Hidan stared at him. "Hey, that's not fucking funny."
          Kisame started laughing before he headed out the door to see where his own partner had gone off to. Hidan ran his hand through his hair and went to find Sakura. He checked the kitchen first, but instead, he found Sasuke and Karin, eating a late breakfast. He wanted nothing more than to march in there and give them both a going over, but it just wouldn't have the same amount of satisfaction if Sakura wasn't there. So when he caught their attention, he gave them the rudest gesture he could think of before moving on. But just seeing them soured his mood, and as he made his way toward the front of the building, he went from grumbling under his breath to openly complaining about everything from the poor company to the color of the carpet. Suigetsu and Jugo were playing Shoji in the common room, and glanced at him as he loudly made his way past the door. Zetsu had just come in the front entrance, humming to himself and looking quite satisfied. There were little smears of blood around his mouth, and Hidan glared as he passed him. "Wipe your mouth after you eat, you cannibalistic fuck, or you might make someone vomit."
          Zetsu frowned, but wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his cloak. "Somebody's in a bad mood. Watch what you say, Hidan-san, you might hurt my feelings. I wonder if his immortality can survive digestion." he said in a clipped voice before shouldering past Hidan and making his way towards the stairs.
          Groaning aloud, Hidan turned and headed towards his bedroom. Maybe Sakura went there. As he rounded the corner in the hall, sure enough, there she was, standing outside his door. Kisame and Kisho were with her, the latter decked out in a new Akatsuki cloak. Sakura noticed him first, and as he approached, she gave him a small smile. Relieved to see that she wasn't holding a grudge, Hidan walked over to her. Turning and looking at Kisho, he raised an eyebrow. "Two new members in one day? I'll bet Pein is jumping for joy."
          Kisho nodded. "Yeah. And we already have our first mission. As soon as Sakura and I complete our last two weeks of training, Pein-sama will give us the details."
          "Speaking of which, let's get to the training grounds, Kisho. We don't have time to waste and I think these two would rather be alone." Kisame said with a knowing grin. Inclining his head in farewell, Kisho followed his partner down the hallway.
          Once they were alone, Hidan grabbed Sakura by the wrist. She squeaked as he pulled her into his room and slammed the door. Releasing her arm, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him, burying his face in her neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing her in. The irritation and tension that had been plaguing him ebbed away, leaving him feeling calm and controlled. She must have been affected too, because he felt her relax into him, wrapping her arms around his torso. For several minutes they just stood there, locked in a silent embrace. Then he drew back and looked at her.
          "Hey, I'm sorry I upset you." he said.
          "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have overreacted. Besides, it's not like we did anything to be ashamed of." she replied.
          Hidan froze as her words sliced through him. ...Nothing to be ashamed of... Memories assaulted him as a face he had mercifully forgotten rose to the front of his mind. Pain roared through his soul. He suddenly released her and turned away. He could feel her eyes on his back, so he busied himself with putting his scythe away and randomly straightening the room. But the inevitable question came anyway, as Sakura approached him and laid a hand on his back. "Hidan, what's wrong?"
          "Nothing."
          Sakura stared at him. She didn't know what she did wrong, but somehow, she had struck a nerve that disturbed him deeply. He never acted this way. It reminded her of Sasuke when they were little, closing himself off to avoid some inner pain. She had seen firsthand how destructive that could be. She wanted to help him, but until he talked to her, there was nothing she could do. So, taking a page from Naruto's book, she took a guess at what the problem was and charged right in. "Hidan, answer me. Who hurt you?"
          Surprised, Hidan met her eyes briefly before dropping his gaze to the floor. Should he tell her? He hadn't told anyone about her, and the only person still alive who knew about it was Yaiba. Despite what Kisame had said, he didn't run around telling everything. There were just some things you didn't talk about. But Sakura had trusted him enough to tell him about Sasuke, so it was only fair that he do the same. But he couldn't look at her. So he settled on staring at the carpet and taking a deep breath, he started to speak.
          "Her name was Yume. And the first time I ever heard her voice, she was screaming my name."
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