The tall honey-headed man tightly clutched the dying flower in his hand, looking upon it with such pity. He could not bear to see beauty of that degree wasted. but, that was art, here in one moment, gone in the next. A fleeting moment of awe.
He looked down from his window.
Did he really believe that anymore?
The small blonde kunoichi locked inside of the Akatsuki prison had made him doubt the theory he always believed in.
Was art really meant to go in such a rush?
Was beauty supposed to leave suddenly?
The reason he doubted himself was because he just wanted to get this small girl and hold her tight in his embrace forever, kiss her soft pink lips, look into those effervescent aqua eyes.
He sighed. Maybe Sasori no Danna was right after all.
He then felt like using a clay bomb on himself for ever having that thought.
He cursed as he ran into a stool on the way out of his bedroom. "Damn it! I bet Tobi left that there! I'll kill him!"
He ran out of his room shouting the name of his orange lollipop headed teammate.