A/N: It's official. I'm running out of electrical appliances to add to my list of "things I want to insert into my boss's rectum".

So far I have all of the computers (including network cables), microwave, printer, photocopiers, fax machine, so on and so on. I need something special. Something epic. Something immensely painful. Something like the paper shredder...

Well anywho, it's time for the fanfiction version of the energiser bunny. It just keeps going and going and going and going...



Sakura lay on the chest of the puppet master, thoughts drifting through her mind like clouds.

She wasn't sure what had come over her, but she seemed to feel amazingly comfortable in his presence.

She had heard about this sort of thing happing before, a captive falling for their captor. Tsuande had told her about it once. 'Stockholm Syndrome' or something to that effect.

But it could be anything like that. Sakura wasn't weak minded enough to fall into some false sense of loyalty.

Sasori said he loved her and as much as she tried to decipher the slightest hint of a lie, she couldn't.

Sasori was telling the truth. She knew it and it made her feel warm inside. This was what it meant to be truly loved by another.

It wasn't until she had seen Sasuke that she had realised her perception of love had been completely askew.

She couldn't believe that she had wasted so many years pining after him only to now see that he would never love her. More than that, he could never love her.

He had lost the ability to love. It was clear in his eyes. His mannerisms were abnormal, his logic was eccentric and his mind had become clouded with madness.

Sasuke had changed.

Sakura knew that the sad little boy who shied away from others in order to protect his emotions was lost forever and all that remained was this destructive shell with the face of a memory.

Sakura unintentionally held Sasori tighter as she bit her lip to prevent the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Sasori looked down at the fragile girl. He said nothing but held her close.

Her body began to shake.

"Shhh. Shhh." He soothed.

Sakura sobbed.

"It will be ok. Everything will be ok." Sasori smoothed her hair and kissed it softly. "I promise."

He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes.

Sakura saw love in those eyes. She wasn't suffering from any syndrome. Sasori truly loved her, and she loved him.

"Sakura, I will never let him hurt you."

She nodded.

"You mean everything to me. I want you to know that."

A touch of pink crossed her cheeks. "I know. You mean a lot to me too. Thank you for saving me."

Sasori kissed her lips softly. "I will always be there to save you. I won't let anyone take you from me."

There was such sincerity in his eyes.

"I need you with me. I need you by my side, always." He whispered. "I need you to love me."

The flush in Sakura's cheeks grew to a red. "I do."

"Promise me you will love only me."

"I will."

A smile graced Sasori's usually stoic face. "That's all I've ever wanted."

Sakura understood how he felt. She had always wanted someone to love her. She had finally found that love.

It was just a shame that some people would never understand why.


Sasuke lay on the floor, his chest heaving up and down in pain and flecks of blood surrounding his mouth.

Standing over him was Kabuto, a healing burst of chakra entering Sasuke's abdominal region.

"Sorry about that Sasuke-kun. I tend to forget the force I release when in my true form."

Sasuke didn't seem to hear him.

"Sasuke-kun? Are you listening?" Kabuto said, looking at the Uchiha's face.

Sasuke glared back at him. "What?"

Kabuto grabbed Sasuke's head and turned it to the side. Blood was pouring out or his ears.

"Oh, oops." He smiled. "Guess I burst you eardrums too. My bad."

He moved his hands to Sasuke's head, Sasuke flinching gently at seeing the hands glowing right next to his face.

The bones in Sasuke's ears moved back into place and hardened, the eardrum regrowing and stretching until it was perfect.

"Better?" Kabuto said cheerfully.

"Hn." Sasuke grunted, clearly unhappy with this turn of events. One immortal was irritating enough but two was a little too much for him to handle.

"Come on Sasuke-kun, cheer up. Aren't you glad to see me alive and well?"

Sasuke didn't trust himself to answer. Truth was he was very unimpressed to see the man at all.

"Hn."

"You need to be a little more respectful Sasuke." came the hollow voice of Madera. "Kabuto has been very compassionate in choosing to heal your wounds."

'Yeah,' Sasuke thought, 'wounds he caused.'

"It's alright Madera." Kabuto smiled. "I don't really expect him to be too thrilled with what's going on. I guess he's finding it a bit tough knowing that he's been nothing more than a puppet his whole life. Anyway, I would like to spend some time with him alone. I think you should get back to work... Tobi."

Madera nodded silently and left.

Sasuke scowled. He was about to say something but Kabuto's eyes met with his and he quickly changed his mind.

Kabuto grinned and went back to healing Sasuke's broken ribs. "It's ok Sasuke-kun. It's completely normal to feel used. At least be glad that you still have your health."

The silver haired man chuckled at his own joke and Sasuke inwardly groaned.

'Just what I need. A psychopathic immortal with a sadistic streak a mile long and an awful sense of humour. Really, this is just great.'

"Come on Sasuke-kun. That one was kind of funny. Don't you like my jokes?" Kabuto said with amusement.

"I'm suppose I'm just not use to you making jokes." He winced slightly as one of his ribs slid back into place. "I always remember you as Orochimaru's dog."

Kabuto still smiled. "I had to make sure the idiot didn't do anything stupid. He was always getting himself into trouble. Sort of like you. You two are a lot alike, you, know that?"

Sasuke spat on the ground next to him, the glob still had bits of blood through it. "I'm nothing like him."

The glow in Kabuto's hand began to fade. Sasuke could feel his body finally settling back into place. He sighed in relief.

"Think what you will." Kabuto shrugged. "We'll see soon enough"

"What are you talking about?" Sasuke said.

"Not very observant, are you? Don't you think all that healing took a bit longer than it should have? I mean, we both know it doesn't take that long to fix up a few broken bones and a few ruptured organs. Well, not for me anyway."

Sasuke felt a small tingle in his mouth but ignored it.

The medic smiled. "Either way, you'll notice the side effects pretty soon."

Sasuke reached up and rubbed his neck.

The back of his throat began to burn and he coughed.

His tongue began to tingle and itch and the burning in his throat worsened.

Something was definitely wrong.

"What did you do to me?" he rasped.

Kabuto continued to smile as he watched Sasuke hunch over. "I just needed to pass on some genetics to you. They need to be passed on in the child you and Sakura and going to create for me."

Sasuke's face was turning red as he curled up on the floor, clutching his throat.

"Which genetics?" he wheezed.

"Oh, you know, a bit of this, a bit of that. But one main code in particular."

"Which code?"

The light glinted off Kabuto's glasses which held the reflection of the dark haired man twitching and writhing around on the floor in pain. "Well, I did say you two had a lot in common." He smirked.

There is no way to truly describe the pain involved in merging cells with another's.

Sasuke screamed as his skin paled. His nails scraped across the cold cement as his eyes became rimmed with purple. His tongue extended from his mouth like a snake and he arched his back in agony.

Sasuke felt like his skin was burning while his blood was freezing. His insides twisted and pulsated as the foreign code changed his own body to compensate with the fusion.

The world spun and flipped inside out and then stopped suddenly.

Panting, Sasuke's body crashed against the floor, his eyes glazed over, and his sharingan blazing.

Kabuto reached over and grabbed Sasuke's face, the Uchiha still twitching with the aftershock of the change.

"Hmm, interesting." He mused softly, staring into the distant eyes. "I've never seen a golden sharingan before."


Sasori gently laid the sleeping kunoichi against the pillows of her bed. He smoothed her hair and ran his thumb along her lips.

"Sleep well, my pet." he whispered, moving away to the door. He turned around and took one last look before slowly shutting the door behind him.

Letting out a sigh of irritation, Sasori moved up the hallway towards the common area. He needed to let the others know about their unwelcomed guest.

As long as Sasuke remained unchecked, Sakura would not be safe anywhere. The others were respecting the boundaries in regards to her, somewhat, and they all seemed to have developed a sort of liking for the pink prisoner.

Sasori knew they would want to know and protect the girl as much as possible. No one really liked Sasuke anyway. Especially Kisame.

Itachi had been the closest thing Kisame had to a long term friend. Usually he would get bored with people and either attacked them or ignored them and although the Uchiha hadn't spoken very much, there was a mutual respect between the two men that made Kisame feel appreciated.

Needless to say, he was none to impressed with the death of his comrade, but he had accepted it, knowing that hunting down and killing people out of revenge was just a little too... how did he put it?... a little too 'emo' for him.

As Sasori entered the room he spotted with big blue man one again laid out on the couch.

"Hey Sasori." He greeted, his arm scratching somewhere unmentionable. "Whatsdoin?"

"Good evening Kisame-san." Sasori nodded in return. "Are the others around? I wish to tell you all something."

Kisame grinned. "What? You finally got laid?"

The redhead rolled his eyes, getting tired of the joke.

"Nah, seriously though," Kisame continued, "what's up? You look kinda miffed."

"We have an Uchiha in the Akatsuki."

He was immediately attentive. "A what?"

"An Uchiha. Sasuke, to be precise. He attempted an attack on Sakura tonight."

Kisame's aura darkened. "Where is he now?"

"I'm not sure." Sasori replied. "He stormed off complaining about some old man."

"You should have killed him, Sasori."

"I couldn't." He said regretfully. "He has a ring."

Before, the death of an Akatsuki member was common, but after the organisation had become narrowed down to less than five members, Leader had decided something had to be done. Now, no one was allowed to kill another member without specific permission. Sasori despised the rule.

Kisame snorted. He too, was clearly unenthusiastic about it.

Sasori ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled noisily. "I don't like the idea of him running free around the compound with Sakura here. I don't trust him near her."

"I wouldn't trust him either." Kisame agreed. "I mean, Pinky is a hot little number. I wouldn't mind having a whack at her myself."

Sasori's eyes narrowed.

"But I know she belongs to you, so I'm cool." He quickly added.

The puppet master nodded, satisfied with the quick amendment. "I should be heading back to Sakura now. I don't think it's wise to leave her alone for too long. She was rather upset. Inform the others of the situation."

The couch groaned under the weight of giant shark man as he leaned forward. "Don't stress, we won't let him hurt her."

Sasori moved towards the door. "If he even tires it, I'll make sure he suffers until his last breath."


A/N: OooOOOoooh... Golden Sharingan. Sounds like some pretty asian flower or maybe fireworks.

So, what did you guys think? Is it getting interesting? Is it getting long? Is it awesome enough to print off and shove into my boss's anus sheet by sheet?

Let me know : )

Luff luff and knuffles till then.