Just a short fic I wrote after seeing how few Tayuya x Sakon fics were out there.
I mean, really, there are only eleven stories with this pairing. Just like the low number of DeiKon fics, but that's a completely different matter. I guess I just wanted to pop my nose into it all, as this is a ship that I love. Every time I think of it, it makes me smile a little, although I think bondage may be a part of the relationship. Once again, that's a different matter.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
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Greensleeves
Tayuya sat up in a bare, winter-worn tree, looking out at the vast expanse of land which was Otogakure, her only home. Tucked between her butt bow and the muslin-made fabric of her uniform was tucked her flute; Tayuya's pride and joy, the only thing she salvaged from before she became a kunoichi for Orochimaru
As the sun disappeared behind a large, gray cloud, Tayuya pulled out the flute and began to play a song from her days passed. It was an old song that was Celtic in nature. She could never remember where she learned it; her first memory associated with it was a young boy playing in the street-
"Hmm, Tayuya," a voice said from below as Sakon climbed up the tree. "We were wondering where you had gone to. It's too dangerous to be outside." He looked up at her with a snide smirk plastered to his face. "Or are you just begging to get caught by some stupid Genin?"
Tayuya's face flushed with anger, and it took her all the self-restraint she could muster to keep from throwing the flute at her comrade. "You mother fucking bastard!" she swore violently. "How long have you been listening, you shit head? If you've been spying on me, Kami help me, I will fucking beat your face into a pulp, you son of a bitch!"
Sakon couldn't help but chuckle at his teammate. "My my, someone's riled up this afternoon. Might it have been something in the curry Kabuto fixed? He may not be the best chef ever, but I've never seen this side effect before."
"Oh shut up, Sakon. You know I'm PMSing," Tayuya grumbled, jumping out of the tree with ease just as Sakon had reached the branch. "Since you have that retard of a brother attached to you ninety-seven percent of the time, you don't know the meaning of 'personal space'." Sakon could only look down at her with a frustrated glare.
"Tayuya, I want to talk to you, damn it! Just stand still!" The kunoichi immediately halted in her footsteps. No one, ever, swore at her. He smiled approvingly. "I see I have your attention. Now, I want to ask you a question. Where did you learn that song?"
Tayuya turned around, eyes narrowed. "What is it to you? You've never taken interest in my music before now!"
"I asked where you learned it!" Sakon shouted, demanding. "I can be a real bastard when I want to, Tayuya, remember? Don't make me chain you up again." Tayuya and Sakon stared at each other for a few minutes before she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes.
"It's a song I learned back before I became part of Orochimaru-sama's army. I heard a young boy out in the street playing it, and when I went down to tell him that it sounded great, he had run away. He left this flute behind…" she patted the metal instrument fondly. "Immediately, I began to learn to play that song, although I don't know the full thing. "
"Greensleeves," Sakon said, eyes closed as if in deep though. "It's an ancient song… It's about a woman who drained a man of all he had and he let her… in the name of love."
Tayuya blinked. "How the hell do you know? I haven't seen you with a book in over a year, and yet you can tell me the history of a classical composition that I only just told you I knew! What the hell are you trying to play at?"
"I was curious! If you'd let me get a word in edgewise-"Sakon was cut off by Tayuya, who swore loudly.
"Fuck this shit! I'm going inside! I don't want to listen to this!" Tayuya screamed, stalking inside, pushing a confused Kidomaru out of her way.
Sakon just sat up on the branch of the tree, looking at the ground as a blurry, black-and-white memory entered his mind.
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"Mama?" a young Sakon asked, looking up at the beautiful woman whom he affectionately called 'mother'. "It's a pretty story… and it's a nice song… but what am I supposed to do now that I know how to play it?"
Sakon's mother smiled and handed her son his flute. "Remember the man in the story? He wrote the song for the girl he loved. It's a traditional love song. Play it for the girl whom you love the most, okay?" She ruffled the young boy's hair.
Young Sakon smiled and nodded before running out of the house and into the street, clutching the flute in his small hands. He would do as his mother said; he'd play Greensleeves for the girl he loved most. He's stand right outside her house and, when she came out… he'd give her…
He slowed down, thinking. "What can I give her?" he asked to himself, and then looked at the flute in his hands. He loved the flute; it was the one thing he never had to worry about Ukon taking. With a heavy sigh, Sakon nodded, mind made up. He would give her-
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Sakon stared at his hands now, comparing them to what they were back in his youth. He had given up his one prized possession as a symbol of love and devotion and, still, she didn't get the clue.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong, to cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, delighting in your company…" he said, reciting the old words from memory. "If you intend thus to disdain, it does the more enrapture me, and even so, I still remain a lover in captivity…"
The sky began to darken with the promise of twilight, and a faint breeze blew through the air, rustling Sakon's silver hair.
"Damn it, Tayuya… Why must you be my fickle lady Greensleeves?"
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Well, there you have it. I had issues before with the formatting, and it wouldn't paragraph, but I hope I have it fixed. Hope you liked!
