Authors note: Eh, it might become a story you know, one of those full blown epic ones? Maybe not.
It felt like centuries, several times over.
Just trapped as a spirit on earth, lost in his own thoughts in some empty space. He waited and waited, he should have been revived by now.
He remembered the sweeping movement of her unreal pink hair against her defined shoulders and the defiant glint her sea foam green eyes as he had gone silent. He even remembered how surprised she was when Chiyo told her how he could've averted their attack. He didn't want to though because maybe that bit of satisfaction she would receive from killing an Akatsuki member would suffice for the confidence she lost being so far behind her fellow team members. He also remembered when out of sight she burst into tears, mumbling, "…his parents…the puppets…his own…killed him."
Silently he waited, neither attempting nor actually wanting to gain way back into the world. All he wanted to do was watch her.
It felt like a millennium, forever.
She was just walking and working. Spending more time at the hospital then at home, healing her wounded teammates, not battling alongside them. 'Such a useless kuniochi'. She remembered how pleased, how accomplished she felt when she had killed the notorious Akasuna no Sasori. And how stupid and failed she felt when she was informed that he could've avoided her attack; he could've lived and killed her.
She remembered how perfect his features were. How beautiful the pink shine in his glassy grey eyes were and how sculpted his nose was. How his hair was of deep crimson, looking soft and so real. His slim, delicate fingers threading chakra delivering deadly attacks, treating each and every move like a brush stroke, every lethal weapon in the puppet as art.
"Could you really hate someone so absolutely flawless?" Sakura says aloud to her empty apartment, expecting no answer and receiving none. With no knowledge of the same man she could not relieve from her thoughts standing right over her, spiritually of course. Sasori's heavily lidded eyes watch her face intently wishing that he could reach out and touch her and maybe actually have the ability to feel, something he had lost long ago with his human body.
Still pretending, that maybe with a little bit of hope, he could just stroke her cheek, he reached out. Hesitantly, Sasori lifted his pale palm and rested it on her soft cheek.
He could touch. As soon as it clicked in his mind it felt like he was sucked in a vortex pulled back into the darkness away from the cherry blossom girl who shot up from her resting position. Further he went.
The pale lids they had all been watching without break snap open revealing those striking gray orbs.
"Sasori?" He noticed the missing Akatsuki. He jumped up and pulled on the cape lying along side of him and started speeding down the hallways of the hideout. "Sasori! Where are you going?!" He could hear Kisame demand. Faster the redhead went, fixing the inner tassels on his cloak and yanking on his boots. Only his main objective floating through his mind as he effortlessly popped scrolls into his sleeves. The rice paper skidding down the skin of his forearms.
Sakura, he is coming back, and he is human.
Sucky...maybe.