Sakura had one word for how she was feeling now. This word was livid.

"I am not wearing that." She snapped at the smirking red head. "I will wear what I like."

Sasori raised one slender eyebrow at her, only frustrating her further. "You will wear it." Sasori told her. "You will wear it and like it. That or you can dine naked."

Sakura scowled at him, snatching the clothing from his outstretched hands.

"Stop frowning." Sasori instructed. "It is unbecoming."

Sakura only frowned more, tossing a few curse words over her shoulder as she moved to lock herself in the bathroom and change. She had learnt her lesson in locking doors when she wanted privacy only a day into her stay.

XxXx

Sakura spun on her heel as she heard the door snap shut behind her. Focusing her eyes she glared at the man who had just invaded her privacy.

"Please," Sasori inclined his head to her slightly with a smirk. "Continue."

Sakura clutched her towel tighter around her body and sneered. "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see I'm trying to get dressed here?"

Sasori shrugged. "If you had wanted privacy I would have assumed you would have locked the door."

Sakura narrowed her eyes. Not even twenty four hours into her captivity and already the man's mocking nature was grating on her nerves. Instead of taking the bait which he had so carefully placed before her she gathered her clothing off of the bed and made her way hastily into the bathroom, Sasori's lecherous chuckles chasing her.

XxXx

Sakura attempted to pull the front of her dress done without much success. She considered seriously the option of wearing her black shorts under the ridiculously short Kimono but decided against it. The whole point of the Kimono was to get her out of her old dirty clothing, wearing her shorts would defeat the purpose. She scowled at the scantily clad girl in the mirror and decided it was time to face the music.

She opened the door of the bathroom without hesitation stepping out into the bedroom, ignoring the way Sasori's hazel eyes left the deep blue material of her kimono and trailed down her legs. Sasori glanced up at her face, smirked and opened the door for her. Sakura only rolled her eyes and walked stiffly past him and into the corridor.

As the pair entered the kitchen, Sasori cocked an eyebrow at the men seated around the table, as if asking their opinion on his handiwork. Sakura glared at them, daring them to make a lewd comment.

Kisame smirked widely at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Very nice, Sasori; I need to get me one of those."

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly would 'one of those' be, Kisame?"She asked quietly, her eyes flashing dangerously. Kisame grinned wider, stepping up in front of her and leaning in to her ear. He whispered something incoherent and stepped back hastily. It became quickly apparent that whatever Kisame had said was considered rather inappropriate by the pink haired Kunoichi as her face turned a brilliant shade of red.

She jumped at the large blue man, only to have her fists fall short as two strong arms entwined about her waist. "Now, now," Sasori admonished, "You wouldn't want to hurt Kisame-san, now would you?" Sakura only growled and attempted to tear his arms away from her.

"You guys all suck," She said finally, folding her arms and turning away from the amused men.

"Temper, temper."

"That's it!" Sakura snarled. "I've had it with you lot! I'm going back to my room." She pushed her way out of Sasori's grip and barged through the kitchen door, heading back down the hallway towards the room she reluctantly shared with Sasori. Before she had a chance to even think about entering the room a masculine arm shot out and prevented her from moving any further, nearly knocking her out in the process. Sakura's eyes barely flicked over to the person it belonged to before staring straight ahead again, refusing to look the dark haired man in the eye.

"How can I help you, Uchiha-san?" Sakura asked, trying and failing to sound polite and unruffled.

"Itachi." He stated coolly, staring down into her obviously flustered face.

"I beg your pardon?" Sakura stuttered, the foreboding presence of the elder Uchiha never failed to make her nervous.

"Itachi, call me Itachi." He repeated.

"Very well, did you need my assistance, Itachi-san?" she bit her lip slightly, pulling her upper lip down into her mouth, looking even further away from the man standing casually at her left.

Itachi smirked slightly. "That looks like fun." He observed. "May I try?"

Sakura's eyes widened, but before she had a chance to open her mouth she was pressed against the wall by Itachi's strong body, capturing her bottom lip between his and sucking gently. Sakura pressed her hands against his chest and pushed, trying to pry him away from her. He merely pulled away from her mouth for a few seconds looking into her face with amusement in his eyes.

"That isn't going to work, Kunoichi." He mumbled, pressing his lips against hers once more before trailing kisses down to her collarbone. "I will not rest until I have you."

"Then perhaps you should get used to the idea of no sleep, Uchiha." Sasori stated calmly, appearing beside the pair. "You should keep your hands off of my belongings; I believe I have told you this before."

"I am not yours!" Sakura muttered, despite her current situation she couldn't help but emphasize the fact that she believed herself a free woman.

Sasori raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes you are." He corrected her. "Unless of course you wish to be…taken… by Uchiha here…" he added with a smirk.

Sakura's eyes widened even further as she shook her head profusely.

"I think you should let her go, Uchiha. She does not appear to be completely comfortable in this situation." Sasori suggested, holding his hand out to the fearful woman. Sakura finally broke free of Itachi's grasp and flew into his waiting arms. As much as she hated the man, unlike the Uchiha, she knew he would never force her into participating in a particular activity without her consent. Chivalry, it appeared, was not dead.

Sasori escorted Sakura back into the Kitchen, sitting her down at the table and taking a seat next to her. Itachi, who had followed closely on their heels, sat uncomfortably close on her other side. The men who remained in the kitchen watched Itachi and Sasori's exchange of glares over Sakura's head, shifting nervously where they sat or stood. Sakura sat staring directly ahead, attempting to ignore this show of testosterone occurring on either side of her. Time passed by at a snails pace, Sakura tapped her finger against the table top irritably as the glaring contest continued over her head.

"Why are either of you even bothering?" she asked incredulously, pushing herself back from the table and standing, knocking her chair aside in the process. She brought a hand to her brow in frustration. "You!" she said, indicating a subtly shocked Itachi. "You only want me because you want revenge, and you know it'll make him mad!" she blinked back tears, not willing to cry in front of six S-class criminals. "And, you!" She cried, flailing her arms at Sasori. "I don't even know why you want me! This is probably all some sick little mind game to try and get be to crack. You think you're winning, but I've got news for you! I'm done playing, I quit!" With that she stormed out of the kitchen, not even sure of where she was going, just trying to get away from the two men who were unintentionally causing the inner turmoil which raged like a storm in her mind. She was sick to death of being played with; if she had wanted to play mind games she would have happily stayed in Konoha, with Sasuke to stuff her around. Though, it wasn't as if she had a choice in the first place.

XxXx

Sasori opened the door, deathly silent as usual. He closed it gently behind him as his eyes came to rest on a small lump in his bed. He shook his head slightly as he watched the pink-haired Kunoichi shiver violently beneath the blankets, despite the thickness of the covers. An idea flitted through his mind. He knew he would get a fist in his face for his efforts, but he couldn't help but use this excuse to get closer to the Kunoichi.

Silently he removed his cloak and sandals, changing his pants to a softer pair suitable for sleeping in. He carefully slipped in behind the shivering from and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest gently so as not to wake her. It wasn't long before her shivering ceased and she relaxed into his chest, absorbing his body warmth through the thin shirt she was wearing as a nighty.

Sasori was disappointed, however, when she stirred, waking from her deep sleep with a yawn. She tensed immediately, feeling the hard chest against her back. Slowly, she turned within the hold of the other, coming face to face with a slightly sleep rumpled Sasori who stared back at her impassively.

He raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked. "No fist in the face? I thought you would be well and truly across the room by now."

Sakura glanced down at his chest sheepishly. "It's too cold." She admitted.

Sasori smirked."So all it takes to make you submissive is a little cold weather?" he suggested cheekily, pulling Sakura closer and earning an indignant squeak in response.

Sakura blushed slightly at their proximity. "I'm surprised you're here." She mumbled, "After that little episode in the kitchen."

Sasori only shook his head. "I own you, remember?" Sakura pushed him slightly, but his hold only became tighter around her waist. "It will take more than empty accusations to relinquish my ownership of you, my darling."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "I still don't understand you wanting me." She said quietly, looking down. "Anyone who has ever wanted me has only had their own goals in mind. They never wanted me for me…"

Sasori growled. "Who?" he asked shortly.

"Sasuke…." Sakura muttered.

"Did it surprise you that an Uchiha would go about their business with no thought as to the feelings of others?" Sasori asked wryly. "The Uchiha were always an arrogant clan. Itachi's brother would be no different. You deserve better."

Sakura smiled slightly. "And I suppose you're better?" she asked, looking up at him. Sasori only smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Would it surprise you if I was?"

Sakura shook her head slightly, the smile dropping off of her face. "Sasori… I have one last question." She said seriously, still gazing at his face. "What do you want?"

Sasori smirked. "I want you." He told her, daring her to question his reasoning. "And I have you. I own you." Sakura snorted softly at his last statement. "But what do I want from you? I want to feel human 

touch… I began making a body for myself again, but after the night of your mission, I found I didn't want a wooden body again. I want to feel again."

Sakura looked carefully up into his face, trying to decipher whether he was lying to her or not. Her heart nearly melted when he smiled softly at her. The smile only lasted a few seconds before a cocky smirk took its place as his hands pulled up her shirt and traced lightly along the skin of her back. Sakura shrieked, turning slightly and catching his hands with hers.

"What's wrong, Blossom?" he asked innocently.

"Your hands are cold." She answered, turning her head back to face him. "Saso-." Her voice left her when she found her face only centimeters away from his. She struggled for words. "Uh…." In a flash, Sasori leant forward and caught her lips with his in a searing kiss. He was delighted when Sakura began to gently press back tentatively moving her lips against his. He pulled back as air became scarce, looking down at his Kunoichi, pleasure written all over his face.

"You should go back to sleep." He murmured, pressing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss before pulling her close and settling his chin on her head. "Mine." He announced. Sakura giggled slightly, still half-delirious from the events of a few moments passed. She relaxed completely in his arms nestling her head next to his collar bone.

"Yours," Sakura agreed, finally content in the arms of an S-class criminal.