THE LONG AWAITED SEMI-CONTINUANCE.

DISCLAIMER: These brilliant characters belong to Kishimoto, but the subversions/characterisations, plot and world belong to this author four years ago.

AUTHORS NOTE: These have been due to be posted for four years. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did when I found the stored files on an old computer.

Kisame glanced up briefly when Itachi returned, before returning his attention to cleaning the weapon in front of him. There was a rustle of cloth, and a slight rush of air as the Konoha missing nin passed him, stopping in front of another set of doors at the other side of the room.

"Does she have what we need?"

"Yes." Kisame grinned, finishing wrapping his weapon before laying it on the floor. Examining it with a critical eye he gave a satisfied grunt and laid back, legs stretching out before him and onto the table as he glanced over his shoulder to watch the Uchiha.

"She talked?"

"No." There was a faint ripple of chakra as the seal was removed from the door, and with the silent squeak of well oiled hinges, it swung open, revealing another, smaller, colder room, bare except for a metal grate in the right hand corner of the ceiling. Kisame watched as the man stepped inside, scanning the room cursorily before his hand slipped into a hidden pocket, withdrawing the kunoichi's head protector. Leaning forward slightly, he deposited it with a clank in the middle room, stepping back as his hands formed the rapid seals and brought his closed fist to his mouth, a fireball exploding into the room. Closing the door from the resulting heat wave, he turned his head slightly, voice barely heard over the roar of flames.

"When will her chakra be stable again?"

Kisame smirked, considering. "Two days."

He glanced back before nodding. Turning to the cupboards beside the door, he rifled through the some of the various medical supplies placed around the base (as such for if the base was found by accident, it would be taken for the storage facility it originally was) carelessly, until he found the wooden back, vivid purple nails slipping through the slight seem at the joint of the sides and sending a surge of curling chakra through, triggering the sensor. There was a howling, then silence. Itachi turned his back to the door and joined his partner on the couch.

There was a clattering sound, then a thump, as Sakura tried again to stand up, but only succeeded in falling once again to the cold rock floor. She growled in anger, glaring angrily at her ankles and wrists as she tugged haphazardly, reaching hopelessly to her store of charka in an attempt to find some, even a little drop, she could use to get herself out of this ridiculous situation. I mean, come on. Could she have been any more pathetic?