Chapter Title: Skin
Word Count: 479
Author's Note: Hello there again! I just want to say 'thank you' realy quick to all of the people who reviewed the last chapter. I appreciate it! Anyways, the word of the day is skin and for this drabble, you have to remember that Sasori's skin is made out of wood for it to make any sense at all!!! Also, this one may be a bit smaller than the first one but I like it much better...
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ii. skin
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They are not suited for each other.
In this twisted thing that they've started together – something that doesn't even deserve the title of a 'relationship' – it's an easily known fact between them though they never have dared to voice it before.
Still, the find they don't have to. It's always there, surrounding them in everything. A small something that whispers from the dark corners of the musty-smelling rooms where they convene, or the thing that swirls constantly around in both of their minds when their gazes just so happen to meet.
They're complete opposites.
Enemies.
Two very different people who obviously do not belong together.
From where he sits silently on the bed, he watches as she passes by without sparing him a single glance until she's standing in front of the full-length mirror, checking to make sure that her clothes, hair, and make-up are in place because god forbid someone find out about what they're doing together.
He shifts slightly in his seat, continuing to observe her as she pushes a single, cherry-colored strand away from her pale face before her light, olive eye focus in on something just above where her red shirt ends and the paleness of her flesh begins.
A small scowl overcomes the expression on her face as her hand traces softly over the undersized mark that resides there, currently marring her. Small fingers run over the blemish several more times and her orbs in the reflection meet his own golden-brown ones that have never left her form once.
A miniature silence stretches out between them until she quickly looks away, breaking the tiny contact they maintained for only a fraction of a second, and he sees her fingers tightly grip the zipper on her top to hike it up higher, hiding the unwanted imperfection.
Her actions cause a small frown to cross his lips.
They truly are not suited for each other.
The simple fact is proven by that blister his skin has left behind on her own.