Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I just keep him locked up in my basement for my own amusement...
He was… Breathtaking.
To the point I literally stopped in my tracks at the sight of him.
Shadows filtered through the canopy above, playing shadows across pages and pale skin. He sat, cross legged, on the lawns hunched over a sketchbook in the late afternoon heat. Messy auburn bangs fell across his features, dark softly framed eyes stared ahead, studying, envisioning, cold, almost unseeing. They flitted across the clearing, never acknowledging my presence, burning with a fervour before focusing back on the page, expression blank, serene.
He was… gorgeous, perfect, passionate.
He was like a porcelain doll, something about his was ageless yet fragile. Like you could frame him behind museum glass for a millennium but a single touch and he would fall apart.
I had dropped my bag on a nearby bench, sliding beside it, somewhat relieved no one had witnessed me openly gawking at the stranger across the grass.
I had somewhere to be. There had been something I was doing, probably important too but the shimmer of Red Sands and it had escaped my mind completely.
"I think I just missed the opportunity for a blonde joke, un." I had mumbled to myself.
When I looked back across the clearing a strange girl hovered over him, she shook the boy from his artistic reverie and dragged him to his feet.
The girl too had an elegant look about her, an air of perfection. She had striking blue hair with a delicate paper flower ordaining a neatly tied bun. Her haughty attitude and lip piercing seemed like a whole other side to her, she even seemed able to tease the red head and live.
As I had turned back to study his reactions I was enchanted by his presence once more, so much so I didn't notice him pack up his pastels and pass by me with the girl in tow.
A small thud shook me out of my trance, I remember staring blankly at the object on the path for a full minute before even registering the words "Sketchbook" closely followed by "Gorgeous redhead" and "Drop".
Another blonde joke opportunity.
I took the book into my arms scanning the area for its owner.
Flicking through the pages, each of the images feel so vivid in my mind, even now.
Colours and lines and shadows splashed across each page with such emotion, contrast. Hollow faces and moonlight landscapes, the very last page I recognised as the Sakura Blossom Tree not five yards from where I was standing, only half finished and black and white it felt so alive.
Taking in each detail I then turned to the title page, crimson kanji brandishing the words "Property of Akasuna Sasori."
"Akasuna Sasori." I whispered "Daisuki, Sasori no Danna, un."
A/N: This was originally the beginning to a multi-chapter fic, the whole plot was scrapped due to cracky-ness... but this one scene replayed itself in my head until i put it down on paper. I was taking a shot at writing something lighter, less angsty than what I am used to, I hope it didn't turn out too badly. I'm thinking of continuing this, it depends... *looks around sheepishly*