Well first of all, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a good author. FarihaTariq62

Their book Konoha's Cherry Blossom, is a great book that you should defiantly check out. <3

xxx

Kakuzu leaned against the wall of the train. The luggage above him rattled as the train rolled on the tracks. The seats were full, but everyone's faces showed how much they didn't want to be there.

It was a Monday - this always happened.

The train's whistle blew and the doors squeaked open. Kakuzu stepped down onto the station's pavement and out on the sidewalk leading to the school. Two freshman girls in front of him began talking loudly.

"Jin-senpai told me the story about the ghost in the girls locker room yesterday! Has he ever told you?"

The other girl swallowed hard. "You mean about the girl who was found hanging in the rafters? Isn't that just scary though?"

"Jin-senpai said that her ghost only comes out on the anniversary of her death. And you know what's even scarier? The anniversary is this Wednesday!"

"Yeah, but she only appears at night and students are prohibited from staying in the school after hours."

"I know... I wish we could go in and investigate. Just think: a ghost in Konoha High School!"

The two girls squealed as goosebumps crept over their skin. They rushed through the door and went to their designated shoe cubbies.

The crease between Kakuzu's eyebrows in disbelief. What a stupid story! It's probably just something to scare freshman like an old tale that's been passed down from graduating seniors.

Who would believe such a stupid story anyway? Someone so gullible they would believe you're the Emperor of Japan with just little persuasion.

...

"Guys! I heard something so creepy today! Did you know that the school has its own ghost?" Sakura exclaimed, walking into the club's room.

Kakuzu slapped his hand to his forehead. "Of all people?"

Itachi folded his hands in his lap. "That's just a story, Sakura-chan. It's not real at all."

Deidara rocked the back legs of his chair. "Well, have you been in the school after hours? I heard it's really scary."

"But they lock the doors... Nobody can get in once the janitors finish up," Sasori explained.

Hidan, sitting next to Sakura, wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "We could sneak in later! Right before the janitors leave and investigate like real ghost hunters!"

"Idiot! We could get suspended for sneaking into the school," Kakuzu chided.

Hidan shrugged, "Why not try? Right, Cherry-chan?"

Sakura smiled and turned to Itachi. "Could we please, senpai?"

Itachi sighed, "First, you sneaked into the boys' side of the hot springs. Now, you want to sneak into the school? It seems you're going to start a streak of troubling behavior."

Sakura bit her lip. "You're not my dad!"

"I know that, but I am the president. If you get caught, I'll be the one getting in trouble."

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her face away. "It's just for fun."

Deidara rested his chin in his hand. "Com'on, Itachi-kun. It'll be really fun."

Kisame leaned over. "I don't know about Sakura, but Hidan will go regardless of what you say. So, even if you say no, you'll still get in trouble if Hidan gets caught."

Itachi stood from his seat at the table. "Alright, just to make sure nobody goes running off to the school this Wednesday, we're all going to have an overnight stay at my house! Anyone who doesn't attend, will be disbanded from the Student Council on the spot!"

Their shocked faces were all he needed. Hidan kicked his feet onto the table. "What's crawled up your ass, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes?"

...

Sakura packed up her clothes in her old backpack and moved out the door. She had already informed her mother of the overnight stay and Mebuki didn't seem to mind. The walk over was nice with the cool breeze, but she was still upset that they wouldn't sneak into the school to look for the ghost.

What was so bad about investigating? Was Itachi so afraid that they would get caught?

She knocked on the door and was greeted warmly by Mikoto. "Hi, I'm sorry if I'm too early," Sakura started.

Mikoto shook her head and guided the girl into the living room. "No! Actually, you're the last guest to arrive!"

Sakura frowned as she joined the others at the couch. Itachi took a sip of his drink. "I was almost scared that you weren't coming."

"Although it would be a lot of fun to look around the school for the Locker Room Ghost... I thought my seat on the Student Council was more important - just by a tiny bit." She sat down next to Hidan and Kakuzu.

Hidan leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I've been badgering him to let us go, but he hasn't budged. Can I talk to you in the hallway for a minute?" She hesitated for a moment, but agreed and the two walked into the corridor.

"What is it?"

"I was thinking how Tight-Ass isn't letting us go. But, what if we go without him while he's sleeping?" Hidan suggested.

"That's crazy!" She hissed. "What if he woke up while we were still gone?"

"Aha! That's what Kakuzu thought as well! He suggested something brilliant: Since Itachi is acting so tight and whatever shit else... How about we try loosening him up a bit?"

Her green eyes narrowed with curiosity. "H-how?"

"Alcohol, of course! Maybe... Mr. President will relax a bit more if we give him a bit too much, huh?" Hidan smirked mischievously.

The girl quickly protested. "It won't work. Senpai is president for a reason... He'll be able to smell it on his drink. Also, what about his parents? They wouldn't allow him to drink underage."

"Itachi's parents are really cool. They allow us to crack open their liquor cabinet on rare occasions. Every New Year's Eve, we can enjoy a few glasses too! Please, let's just try it!" He was practically begging on his knees to the girl. If anyone wanted to go to the school, it was definitely Hidan.

"Fine, but I'm not drinking," Sakura stated.

Hidan clapped his hands. "Yes! But you have to drink atleast one glass before we go! So, y'know, Itachi doesn't get distracted."

Feeling even more defeated, Sakura finally accepted. "Only one glass!" She sounded firmly.

The two walked back into the living room. Hidan winked at Kakuzu to start the plan and the tanned senior leaned forward.

"Hey, Itachi-kun, how about we drink a little?" He suggested.

Itachi turned to him, his brows knitted together in surprise. "That was sudden and very random."

Kakuzu shrugged. "It's a nice night... Might as well."

Itachi frowned, "Is this some kind of trick? Are you trying to gain some leniency with me?"

Deidara joined into the conversation. "Com'on, Itachi-kun! It shouldn't be that bad to have a few drinks!"

"Your parents are in bed. Why not?" Sasori pushed.

Sakura hid her disgusted expression from the boys. "Geez... Sasori and Deidara don't even know about the plan and yet they're still trying to drink. For a Student Council, they aren't very good role-models..."

Itachi turned to Sakura. "I'm alright with a few... but are you?"

Hidan turned to her and motioned her to accept. Sakura turned to Itachi and waved her hand nonchalantly. "Oh, yeah. I'll be fine with one drink."

"YEAH! Go, Cherry-chan!" Hidan shouted.

Itachi stood up from the table and opened a large cabinet. "What would you guys like?" He pulled out tall glasses and a few shot-glasses.

"If your dad has any plain beer... I'll take that," Kakuzu stated.

Hidan's nose wrinkled in disgust. "Blech! How can you like the taste of that shit? Beer has a disgusting flavor!" He turned in Itachi's direction. "I'll have some rice wine!"

"I guess I'll take some rice wine too," Kisame noted.

"I'll have some sake too," Sasori added.

Deidara joined Itachi at the cabinet and looked through the bottles. "Your mom really likes fruit-flavored stuff, doesn't she? I'll take some sake too then." He pulled out the large bottle and set it on the table.

"Sakura-chan, what will you have?" Itachi asked.

Before she could answer, Shisui walked out of the hallway and stopped in front of the group. "Hey, what's up with this? You guys are having a party and you didn't invite me?" He sat down next Sasori and Deidara. "Rice wine, eh? This looks like some good quality stuff too."

"I invited them over for a nice night in," Itachi stated. "Now, what would you like, Sakura-chan?" He asked again.

Never touching anything with alcohol as a main ingredient, Sakura had no idea what was there. She had heard Deidara state something about Mikoto having some nice drinks. "I'll have some of the fruit-flavored stuff."

Itachi took the cool cans of cherry-flavored alcohol and a beer for Kakuzu. As he handed it to her, Sakura was unsure of whether or not to drink it. Delinquents at school drank. People who don't care about the next day and party all night drank. Businessmen like her father drank too.

Sakura wasn't a businessman nor has she ever attended a party so, with narrowing it down, she must now be a delinquent. Then again, she did sneak into the boys' side of the hot springs...

She sipped gingerly as Itachi poured the boys' glasses. It did not taste fruity at all. Obviously, the people who made this drink have never tasted a soda that was cherry-flavored. It was bitter and made her throat tighten up.

How could they like this stuff?

Shisui pulled his glass back to his body and took a nice swig. "So what's the occasion? It's a Wednesday, so there shouldn't be anything too interesting going on at school."

"Itachi-kun doesn't want us breaking into the school to see the Locker Room Ghost," Hidan stated casually.

"Oh? That's still going around? You know, Hana-chan and I actually snuck into the school on the anniversary, but we chickened out before we made it to the girls' locker room," Shisui chuckled, reminiscing in his school days.

Hidan couldn't contain his eagerness. "Dammit! I want to go investigate so bad! Why don't you get over your goody-goodyness and let us go?"

Itachi drank a small amount of the sake. "I just know that it's not a wise idea."

Hidan laughed bitterly. "Yeah, right. You're just scared! You'd pussy out before we stepped through the gate of the school." Perhaps belittling him would push Itachi in the right direction.

The Uchiha's eyes met with Hidan's. "I'm sorry, but I would have to disagree. If anyone were to be scared of a simple, ghost story, it would be you. Besides, only a true idiot would actually believe something so ridiculous."

"Hey!" Sakura and Hidan yelled in unison.

"My apologies, Sakura-chan. I was only referring to Hidan," Itachi remarked.

"You're so prissy, Itachi! I bet all my money in my wallet that you wouldn't even dare step foot into the school at night! You'll run out like a scared, little baby!" Hidan dared.

Itachi didn't fall for it. "I wouldn't step foot into the school because I know it's wrong. It's called 'being mature and respecting rules' - something you don't understand."

Noticing the tension, Deidara raised his glass and smiled. "Hey, let's drink, hm?" He turned to Sakura. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm feeling fine. I'm taking my time with my drink." Sakura looked down at the can and frowned. Seriously, how could they like this junk?

"Is this your first time drinking? I saw your face as you took your first drink and it was cute how your nose scrunched up," Deidara teased.

She turned to Hidan, but his eyes pressed her to fib. "No, no! I've drank before, it's just, I've never had this kind of drink." She took another sip. "It's really good."

"To be honest, I'm feeling nice and warm! Hey, why don't we play a game?" Deidara suggested.

"Yeah! Let's play King of the Hill! Where are your chopsticks at, Itachi?" Hidan ran into the kitchen and looked through the drawers - finally finding four pairs of chopsticks. He grabbed a marker and wrote numbers running from one to seven and wrote 'King' on the last chopstick.

"I don't think it's called 'King of the Hill', but whatever... Let's play!" Deidara chimed.

"How do you play?" Sakura asked.

"Osama is a sort of drinking game. The more people you play with, the more fun it is. Hidan-kun will drop all of those chopsticks into a cup of sake with the markings pointing down so we can't see. Everyone will pick a chopstick and whoever has the 'King' chopstick gets to call out a number and present a crazy task. It's really easy to understand once you get into it, Sakura-chan," Shisui explained. Being in college, he had played the game countless times.

"Yeah! And no holding back, got it? Whoever refuses a task has to down a shot glass of sake!" Hidan yelled. He pushed the glass with the chopsticks inside to the center of the table. "Everyone, take a chopstick!"

Sakura waited and carefully picked up one of the chopsticks. If she grabbed the 'King' chopstick, she could make a simple task for someone to perform.

Three.

Damn.

"I'm the King," Sasori said, holding up the winning chopstick.

Sakura heaved a sigh of relief. Sasori had a good head on his shoulders and was very mature for his age. Surely, he wouldn't choose an immature or humiliating-

"Number six has to strip down to their underwear and perform a haiku pertaining to their favorite food."

Sakura slapped her palms to her cheeks. "Maybe I should have just given up my seat."

Hidan stood up with a scowl on his face. "Ah, dammit!" He positioned himself in front of the group and pulled off his shirt.

Sakura wanted to look away, but couldn't. She hadn't expected Hidan to be so... fit and trim. He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to his ankles. He kicked them away and propped his hands onto his hips.

"Steak, it tastes so good.

Rare, medium, or well done...

Now I want some steak."

He hurriedly pulled on his clothes and joined his applauding peers at the table.

"You are very poetic, Hidan," Itachi stated.

Hidan scowled again. "Whatever! Let's just do another round."

The group returned their chopsticks to the glass. Hidan twirled them around while closing his eyes and set the cup back onto the table. She felt lucky enough that she wasn't picked to strip, but hopefully nothing too risky would come up to the point she had to take a drink.

Five... Nobody calls on five, right?

"Hey, I'm the King!" Deidara clucked. He rubbed his chin and smiled mischievously. "Number four has to sit on number five's lap!"

"What? You can't call on two numbers!" Sakura called out.

"Yes, he can, Sakura-chan. Now, who's lap do you have to sit on?" Shisui asked.

"Actually, I'm number four..." Kisame said, quietly.

Sakura raised her chopstick. "And I'm number five."

Deidara laughed, "Well, Kisame-kun better make sure he doesn't crush you!" The effects of the alcohol were taking over his senses, but he didn't seem to mind.

Sakura moved to the couch and sat down. Kisame wasn't very sure about the idea, but he wasn't much for drinking.

"It's not that bad, Kisame-kun. I know you won't hurt me," Sakura assured, patting her lap.

Hesitating, Kisame lowered himself onto her. "How long do I have to sit on her lap?"

Deidara pondered the thought for a moment. "Let's see... until the next person's turn is over!"

Kisame frowned. This wasn't just awkward... It was absolutely humiliating! Of course he liked Sakura, but having everyone else stare at the two was very uncomfortable. Also, his weight wasn't exactly comparable to a ballerina's. He adjusted himself on top of her to keep most of his weight off, but it wasn't very fun to sit in a squatting postion.

"Alright, let's look for a new King! Sakura and Kisame are out for this round since they have to sit like that."

The boys fished around the chopsticks until Hidan stood up abruptly. "Hell, yes! I'm the King! I'm the King!"

"Okay, 'King', let's hear your decree," Itachi said sarcastically.

Hidan crossed his chest. "I dare numbers one and seven to kiss - on the lips!" He chose this confidently due to the fact Sakura wasn't participating in this round of the game.

Deidara giggled. "I'm number three! I don't have to kiss a guy!"

"I'm number six, so I'm safe," Sasori commented, holding his chopstick.

"Number two," Kakuzu finished, looking at the two Uchiha.

Itachi hid his face in his hands. "I'm not doing this..."

"You have to! If you don't do it, you will have to take two shot glasses of sake! Since two people are doing the task, you have to add another drink!" Hidan argued.

"I know the rules, Hidan. I just..." Itachi had an important choice to make: Kiss his cousin or take two shots.

"Two shots of sake is enough to get a lightweight drunk, Itachi. If you're drunk... You might do a lot of stupid stuff that you may regret in the morning. Just get it over with," Kisame exclaimed from the lap of Sakura.

Shisui turned to his cousin. "Well, ehm... Shall we?"

Itachi closed his eyes tightly as he moved toward Shisui's face. If he didn't look, he wouldn't suffer as much. But if he didn't look, he might bump into something like his cheek or chin. He slowly opened his eyes and panicked as Shisui's face was only inches away.

"I can't do it!" He shouted. He grabbed two, full shotglasses and downed the drinks.

Ehh... Not a smart move.

Itachi wasn't a lightweight, but the fact he didn't eat anything before their 'game' wasn't helping him stay sober. His cheeks flared up in a red hue showing his buzz increasing to a heavier stage. He wasn't gone yet, but if they continued panning out ridiculous and embarrassing tasks he would be drunk enough to leave.

...

"I'm the King now," Kakuzu started, "Number 2 has to give me a neck massage until the next two rounds are over. My neck is killing me."

"What? That's ridiculous!" Sasori protested.

Kakuzu shrugged, "If you don't want to... You can end up like Itachi."

Sasori glanced over at the senior. Itachi's eyes were droopy and his cheeks and nose were a red tint. Itachi had been picked again by Shisui to run around the house once only wearing socks, but he had refused and taken another drink.

"Fine," Sasori accepted. He walked over and rested his hands on Kakuzu's broad neck.

Sakura had already examined Itachi and leaned over to Hidan. "Hey, do you think its time to get the plan ready?"

"Yeah, I'll tell them." Hidan rose from his seat. "Okay, it's ten o'clock. Who wants to go check out the Locker Room Ghost?"

Itachi raised his hand slowly. "Let's go exploring!"

Hidan smirked, "Well, the leader has spoken. I guess if we go on his orders we won't get in trouble!"

"This is going to be so much fun!" Sakura smiled.

Shisui joined in. "I'll drive us there! I've always wanted to see this ghost!"

"Damn, and I really wanted my neck massaged."

...

Sakura had to agree with Deidara. Even the outside of the school seemed much creepier at night. Hidan ran out of the car and jumped the gate. Shisui drove his car around the school a few times until Hidan returned to them with labored breaths.

"They have all the doors locked, but I found a window that could easily be opened. Good news - it's on the first floor. Bad news - it's one of the tiniest windows that lead down to the basement." He faced Sakura. "You'll have to go through and unlock one of the larger windows for us to get in through."

A shiver ran down Sakura's spine. "Go in alone? And through the basement?! Sasori has a small frame - why can't he do it?"

"My shoulders are broader than yours, Sakura-chan." To Sakura, it sounded as though he was just making up a lame excuse.

Itachi blinked his eyes a few times. "Weren'sh you one of'tha onesh who wanted to go? Do it for everyone'sh shake!"

She narrowed her eyes. "For being a little drunk, you talk really weird."

Hidan cupped his hands together. "Please, Cherry-chan? It will mean so much to me if you do this!"

"Wasn't there a rumor about some weird janitor that used to live in the basement? Yeah, he used to watch the girls like a pervert." Deidara smiled, still very buzzed by the alcohol.

Sakura panicked. "I'm not going in there now!" She raced away, but was caught by Kakuzu and Hidan.

"That rumor is exactly what it is - a rumor. Stop worrying and unlock one of the windows," Kakuzu grunted.

Feeling like a sacrificial lamb, Sakura slowly crawled through the window. It was a tight fit, but she squirmed and squeezed until her hands landed onto one of the metal, filing cabinets. She pulled through and carefully dropped to the floor.

It was dark.

Very dark.

She waved her hands aimlessly in front of her as she searched for the staircase. Her heart was pounding. It wasn't because she was afraid of the dark, but what could be lingering in the dark. Every night, when she would finish club activities a little late and night was approaching, she would keep a fast pace - just in case some monster was waiting to attack her.

She occasionally stumbled into boxes and other filing cabinets until she stubbed her toe against the wooden base of the stairwell. Relief washed over her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Hurrying, she made it through the door (which was luckily unlocked) and ran through the halls.

Her footsteps echoed on the linoleum floors eerily loud. Most likely out of fear, she thought she would occasionally hear the sound of muffled sobs through the walls. She opened one of the classrooms and maneuvered through the desks to the window. She unlocked the hinges and pulled it to its highest capacity.

"Come on!" She half-whispered, motioning them over.

After the boys squeezed through the window, Shisui decided to share the rest of the tale with the amateur ghost hunters.

"The tale goes like this: A junior-year student, Emiko Yo, was constantly picked on for her physical appearance. Throwing wadded-up paper at her during class, spitting in her food during lunch, tripping her in the halls, and even stealing her shoes from her cubby. The bullying got so intense, a group of girls ganged up on her and chopped off her long, black hair to her ears.

"She begged her parents to be transferred to a different school, but they couldn't do much with their income. One day, during P.E. and after another bullying session, Emiko decided that enough was enough. She grabbed one of the jump ropes from the equipment room and hanged herself from the rafters. The P.E. teacher was the one that found her swaying in the middle of the locker room."

Sakura shivered. "That poor girl... Being bullied relentlessly... I feel so sorry for her."

"They say that on the anniversary of her death, her spirit waits in the locker room for the girls to return and enact her revenge," Shisui finished in a hushed whisper.

Kakuzu crossed his arms. "Let's make our way to the locker room. Hidan, it's in the West Wing of the school, right?"

Hidan shrugged. "I dunno. I always thought it was on the East Wing."

"Let's just go to both and get this over with," Sakura sighed.

Deidara leaned over her. "Oooh, what's the matter, Sakura-chan? Scared she'll get you?!" He waved his arms in a way he was sure would scare her.

Sakura rolled his eyes. "Ugh, I'm not scared!"

"I was deathly afraid of Emiko's ghost. When Hana-chan and I snuck in, every few feet closer we were to the locker room we could hear the sounds of someone crying. We definitely didn't want to be attacked by her."

"Has anyone else ever saw her?" Kisame asked.

"Well, this kid from my senior class said that he snuck in... But we could tell he was lying. He told this bogus story about how she tried kissing him or something. He was a pretty vain guy." Damn, why couldn't he be back in high school?

Itachi gulped in a breath of air. "Did you jusht hear that?"

The group stopped and listened for any noises. Being drunk either makes your sense of hearing keener or just makes you believe in false sounds - Itachi, was most likely the latter.

Regardless, his sudden question caused everyone's blood to run cold. If there was a ghost in the school, what would happen to them if they met her? Would she try and enact her revenge on them? Or would she happily talk to them about the weather and send them on their merry way with a bag of treats?

They had reached the West Wing and the group stood quietly at the door to the girls' locker room.

"I didn't hear any crying so this probably isn't it," Hidan complained.

Kakuzu twitched his neck, motioning his friend to the door. "Then open it and see if you're correct."

Hidan's throat tightened. "No! No! I'm the one that surveyed the area around the school! It should be one of you guys!"

Sakura shook her head. "Not me. I went through the basement."

Itachi pushed through his friends. "Don't worry, I'll do it!"

"I guess being drunk raises your confidence and lowers any sense of fear," Sakura muttered as Itachi opened the door.

The hinges squeaked and the Uchiha stepped in. He stood in the middle and bounced on his heels for a few seconds.

Nothing.

"Let's check the East Wing," Hidan said excitedly.

Sasori sighed, "Don't get too excited. You'll only disappoint yourself when you find out the story's fake."

The hallways on the East Wing were drastically darker due to the moon shining through on the other side. It was true though, with each step and each breath, it seemed as though the sounds of weeping could be heard.

Sakura was on the verge of tearing away and jumping back into the car and locking the doors. Her legs were shaking and she held herself tightly. Noticing her silence and trepidatious expression, Kakuzu stopped and held his hand out to her.

"We're here with you, y'know," He mumbled.

Her small hand fell into his as they slowly hall approaching the locker room. Her heart jumped to her throat as the crying immediately broke off as the group stood in front of the door.

"Who wants to open it?" Hidan whispered, his voice shaking.

"I'm definitely not opening it, hm!" Deidara hissed, sobering up completely out of fear.

Hidan turned to Sakura, but he had already predicted her answer. Itachi stepped forward and placed his hand on the handle. "If I die, I allow Kisame-kun to take my place as President."

"I would anyway." Kisame grumbled.

He flung the door open and a high-pitched scream rang through the room and out of the hallway. Hidan yelled out and grabbed onto Sakura with all his might.

Everyone stopped screaming until they realized the awkward scene they had crept upon.

"Asuma-sensei? Kurenai-sensei?" Sakura exclaimed.

A small, crank-powered television sat in front of them. The two teachers sat on the floor with a bottle of sake and blanket covering their lower-halves.

"It's against the rules to have students trespassing on school grounds after hours!" Asuma shouted. Although his voice was rough, his expression was still full of shock.

Instantly sobering up, Itachi stepped forward to examine the situation. "Yes, it is. It's also against the rules for alcohol to be present on school grounds. 'Alcohol on any person can result in expulsion or termination of their teaching duties'. It's quite the conundrum we have here."

Asuma's eyes shifted to Kurenai and back to the group. "We were just enjoying our Wednesday! We do this every week and nobody has ever bothered us!"

"We've only done this once! Please, let us off the hook!" Sakura pleaded.

"Yeah, we were just looking for Emiko's ghost," Hidan added.

Kurenai sighed. "The ghost thing again? Don't these rumors die out in a few years?"

"Getting back on subject, I think we can make some kind of agreement. You know, we won't tell if you don't," Itachi bargained.

The teachers exchanged looks and turned back with irritated expressions. "Fine, but no more trespassing. This is seriously our only alone time we get without anyone bothering us."

Itachi bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Asuma-sensei... Kurenai-sensei." He turned to his friends. "Let's go."

...

Hidan leaned back in his chair, drinking the rest of the soda in his bento. "Man, I really was hoping there was a ghost in the school!"

"I'm glad there isn't one! I almost had a heart attack when I heard them turn off the television and the crying stopped," Sakura confessed.

Kakuzu crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't that scary. I knew it was only a rumor."

"Yeah? Then why did you grip my hand so tight when senpai opened the door?" Sakura teased.

Itachi held his head in his hands. "Stop talking so loud. Can't you understand my head is about to explode?"

"That's what you get for not listening to the King!" Hidan laughed