You're a Masterpiece
Request: Number 7 Lyric Prompt w/ Sasori from Naruto "you're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece" - colors x halsey
Fandom: Naruto/Naruto Shippuden
Character(s): Sasori
Word Count: 647
Warning(s): Mentions of injuries & fighting. Naruto Shippuden does not belong to me.
Story:
"Sasori!"
You ran as fast as you could, legs carrying you across the desert wasteland that you'd been travelling through. Your travelling partner and long-time friend –and crush- had been fighting an unforeseen enemy a few meters away. You'd been out for the count due to a harsh blow on the back of your head. The throbbing was the least of your worries as his body dropped to the floor, his puppets following like a bad game of dominoes. Your feet slipped a few times on the sand but soon you were on your knees next to his unmoving body. Your eyes widened as you saw the gaping hole in his stomach. Scratches littered his body but his face remained unharmed. You took a second to admire the angelic curves and beautiful, red hair. He was a masterpiece despite his injuries.
Luckily, you didn't have to worry about the enemy as Sasori dealt the last blow before collapsing. You weren't a ninja well versed in medical jutsus, that was more Sasori's expertise and you suddenly wished you were the one on the floor, with his skilled hands hovering over you. You pushed back tears, knowing he would only snap at you for crying over him. He was a puppet with chakra embedded where his heart was, surely that meant a carpenter could fix it, not that you were a carpenter. You spied one of his larger puppets and an idea popped into your head. You cringed as you thought of what you were about to do and when he was revived, what he would do to you.
You crawled over to the puppet, the pain in your head worsening as you dragged the heavy piece of art over to your lover's body. With your kuni you sawed a gap the same size as Sasori's stomach-hole and removed it. You cringed at the colour difference and the harsh sounds of wood being cut. A few hand signs later at the wood attached itself. You sat back, hands still in the air as you waited for him to become conscious again.
"Sasori?"
He groaned slightly and stared up at you. A large grin covered your face as you helped him sit up. His eyes immediately went to the patch of discoloured wood. His glare was upon you in seconds.
"You were badly injured! You looked dead, it was all I could think of," you muttered the last bit.
He continued to glare but deep down he was impressed with your quick thinking. He would have been fine after a while but in their environment, the crows could have torn him to pieces before he healed. His glare softened at the worried frown on your face. His hand covered yours in what he hoped was comfort before he tried to stand. You helped him, your hand on his arm but he shrugged you off, darting his eyes across his fallen puppets. You proceeded to collect them, including the one you hacked up.
"It's ripped at every edge, can't you make a new one rather than add more weight?"
With a blank expression on his face, he shrugged and threw the puppet on the sand. He started walking, wanting to get the two of you out that damned desert. As you fell into step beside him, you turned his head and smiled. You felt your heart stop in your chest.
"Thank you, Y/N."
You nodded, dumbfounded and red-faced. You composed yourself after a moment of inner fangirling and smiled back, the pain in your head forgotten as though his smile and your own was the medicine you needed. Of course, Sasori noticed your discomfort and handed you pain meds with a click of his tongue. The two of you continued with your mission, but first, Sasori needed a shirt that would cover the odd colouring of his stomach.