Sleep When You Are Dead
The waltz, an elegant and beautiful dance, the couple floats across the floor. The man gently leading his lady in a pattern of extreme grandeur. Not her, she spins alone. He can't dance with her but, he still leads, he is the one pulling the strings. He is master, she is a puppet, devoid of emotions and seemingly devoid of life. Behind glassy eyes, there is still a strong spirit than can never quite be broken, not by any means.
They continue the dance, together. Even though he is not moving, the music is in him. The dance does not end, ever. Her eyes will begin to droop, sweet sleep calling her into a bottomlessly black abyss, when this begins, he will stand from his fixed position, he'll creep behind her as he makes her dance. He'll whisper in her hallow ear. She'll have stopped because he cannot move like her anymore and he needs her to know.
"Sleep when you are dead my sweet, but for now, dance. Dance for your master and make him happy." She will begin to dance again, for him. He is the one pulling the strings. She once again begins, the dance that will last forever, until his gears freeze, long after she has died. Sleep is a luxury for the grave, and in the grave she will finally smile again. For now, she dances, just for him.
A/N: People who read this and like it may thank boredom. This is very old. I had the obsessive urge to clean and found it. It's about Sasori and Sakura, you may however see it as you wish.