The Madness and the Cure
Pairings: SasoriSakura with a bit of SakuraDeidara
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but it owns me.
Dedication:Gigicerisier
Warning:No on will be in character, so if you actually prefer that, you are free to read the manga. You should know me better than that by now. There will be lime in later chapters.
Full summery: She comes home from work to an apartment that smells of and booze. Paint brushes clutter the sink in place of dirty dishes and no one seems to spend any time on anything other than art. He works with clay, bring life to the dirt, she writes her art, and he carves it. They were called mad by society because they were artists. What society didn't know was that they were already mad, and that their art was the only thing that kept them sane.
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Imagination does not breed insanity.
Exactly what does breed insanity is reason.
Poets do not go mad; but chess players do.
Mathematics go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom.
-G.K. Chesterton
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"Sakura here is the manuscript you wanted."
Sakura looked up from her tattered converse to see Sasori standing in the hallway, holding onto a pile of papers she had been looking for. Shrugging out of her shoes, she used her hips to push the front door shut before having to kick it all the way closed. Down to her socks she skipped over to her friend and gratefully collected her long lost manuscript. "Thanks for finding this, Sasori. Where was it?"
"Deidara's room, where else?" the tall red head calmly answered.
Hearing this, Sakura couldn't help but growl under her breath. Deidara was being a pest again, in attempts to get closer to her. At least that was the excuse he gave whenever he was caught. At times like these Sakura was beginning to doubt it was such a good idea to agree to move in with him. It seems like it was everyday he came to her begging to spend time together, even if it was just in front of the television watching old anime movies. Not that she minded such movies, but...
Sasori noticed her disturbed expression and let a calming hand rest a top her shoulder. "Are you okay, Sakura? Deidara isn't being too pushy, is he?"
She smiled. "It's nothing I can't handle, thanks for asking though."
"I'll be working in my room if he becomes too much for you."
She nodded, knowing she would be safe with him, since she had gone to hide out in his room with him more than once when Deidara got too clingy. "Thanks again, but I got to unwind a bit. I know it's only part time, but working at the pub is tiring."
"You wouldn't have to work if you didn't want to. I seriously don't know when you sleep. If you're not there, you're either writing or painting. You need to let both your body and mind rest every now and then."
Sakura waved him off, disappearing up the floating steel stairs that led to the second floor. Turning around halfway she called back down in a playful manner. "I'll rest once I become famous and have so much money that I don't know what to do with it."
Sasori opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it when he saw that she was already out of sight, behind closed door, probably getting ready for a shower.
Before they could start up again, he forced himself to not thick of Sakura in such situations. It would only make him restless for the rest of the day.
Still....he ran his thumb over his lower lip as thoughts of Sakura filled up his mind and turned his face red. It's not like he had enough will power to stop thinking about her. If he did, he would have squashed such thoughts the first time they met, almost a year ago. Yes, that's right. Sasori has been thinking of Sakura like this for almost a year now. Eleven long agonizing months and six days, not that he was keeping track or anything.
It was at one of Deidara's parties. At first he had though the two were dating since she was all the dumb blond would talk about. He was surprised with the answer to his question once he inquired after their relationship. 'Just childhood friends' didn't sound like something Deidara was too proud about. Sasori knew his friend wanted more with this girl he had yet to meet and was intrigued. Maybe that was when it started, when this bloody awful heart disease began to fester deep within his chest. It was just a small spawn then, but it grew and blossomed once he saw her, and then saw her art.
She herself looked to be-as cliche as it sounded-a piece of art, perfectly proportioned. If he held her, he was sure she would fit just right against his chest, as if they were meant to be. She came in the backdoor with a painted canvas of a mountain landscape complete with dragons and hidden hermit homes, carved into the rocks. She specialized in fantasy landscapes it seems. They were timeless she told him, after he asked. Fairtales were always around and would continue to linger well after she was dead and gone.
That's when he really noticed his heart beating too fast for it's own good, or was it when Deidara walked into the room and jumped on her, swallowing her up in a hug that just screamed 'obsessive lover.' No... That was when Sasori's heart hurt. Seeing the blond pouring out such obvious affection made something twist and churn in his gut. Why did he feel this way now?
He knew his friend liked her well before Sasori had ever laid eyes on her and he knew it was wrong to be feeling this way for your friend's girl, but he couldn't help it. And besides, he learned that she was dating some other guy named Sasuke at the time. Deidara didn't seem to mind too much, though he was very vocal about how he though they should break up, saying that it wouldn't last since that guy was such a player or something like that.
Just like Deidara had warned, Sasuke hurt Sakura with a nasty breakup and so came the second time the two met. She had her beer with her, even though she was only nineteen and still too young to purchase the drink, legally. Sasori stayed for most of the night, but was the first to fall asleep, not having a very strong hold over his liquor. Sakura and Deidara were still up last he remembered, and both on the verge of going crazy drunk.
Well, Deidara was, Sakura just looked pissed at everything, not drunk.
The front door opened and Sasori turned to See Deidara tumble in, looking bushed. His hair was a mess, with loose strands falling out of the tight braid he had put it in for the business meeting. The blond dropped his briefcase by the door and kicked off his shoes, not caring where they landed. There was a small cake box in his hands that had cookies from the Italian bakery down the street. They were Sakura's favorite.
"Is Sakura home yet, un?" he asked, worn and weary.
"She just got back, but she might be sleeping," Sasori answered, hoping that would deter his friend from chasing after the young woman.
Sasori was disappointed to see that instead of heeding his words, the bond idiot perked up and smiled. "Ah, she beat me home then! I'm going to go greet her."
"Deidara I don't think that's suc-"
"Sakura, I brought home desert!"
Sasori frowned, settling for fisting his hands under his sleeves and bitting the inside of his cheek. He couldn't see, but he sill somehow knew that the tautly stretched skin over his knuckles was a bright shade of white. He watched Deidara skip into Sakura's room, not bothering to knock or anything.
Sasori growled, turning away, slipping back into his room where the lights were all off. Flipping a switch, he crossed over to the studio part of his room where he worked on his woodcarvings and stopped in front of a tall covered one. Dragging the sheet away, he was faced with his latest creation and current obsession. Sakura stared back at him from her wooden prison, smiling coyly in a very flirtatus, un-Sakura like manner.
Relaxing a bit, he ran his hands over the lines and smooth edges of her face, lingering a bit too long on the lips. He should feel guilty about lusting after his best friend's love intrust like this but he couldn't help turning into another Pygmalion. And it's not like Deidara never sculpted likeness of Sakura. The only difference was that Deidara always blew his up, claiming they could never compare to the original.
Looking at his copy, Sasori couldn't help but agree. Scowling, he lashed out and smashed the carving to he floor, sending a split down her face, but doing no more damage than that. There on the floor, she looked pitiful and the only thing he could do to stop those eyes from invading his mind was let the white sheet fall back over her face. Still, he knew her eyes would haunt his mind once he went to sleep.
'Damn...'
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"Sakura, love!" Deidara called out in a sing song voice, stepping into her room with his treats in hand. Absently he reached up and pulled out the cord that kept his hair braided and let it all slowely fall out into a river of seemingly pale gold. It was one of the few things that turned her on, he knew, so he would always try and use that to his advantage.
"Sakuraaaaa, I brought snacks!"
No one replied.
"Sakura...?"
Still nothing.
Frowning, he set her cookies down on her desk, cloest to the door and had a look around. He knew she was hope from the discarded purse that lay opened upon her bed, it's contents spilling out in a messy manner. And then there were her socks there on the floor next to her jeans and her shirt and her br-
'Oh my Gawd she's naked!' Deidara mentally screamed, going into shock as his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
That's when he noticed it, the sound of running water coming from her bathroom. She must be taking a shower, then. That didn't give him much time then!
Quickly he ran to the side of her bed and began to shove everything that littered to surface back into her purse before he shoved that too under her bed. The sound of running water stopped and Deidara froze, listening for anything he could hear. He could have sworn he heard her steep out from the shower box and walk across the tiled floor in her bare feet and the though of what she must look like sent shivers through his body as a dopey grin seized his face.
Shit, time was running out! Getting back to work, he undud his white dress shirt and tossed it aside before climbing onto her bed to arrange himself among the pillows in what he hoped was an exotic and alluring pose. He was thinking over possibly ditching his pants too when the door opened, spilling light into the room. A silhouette against that light seemed to be an angel with dripping hair wearing only her panties and a loose nightie top that came down to lightly brush against her navel. She was surprised and barely dress and wet. If that didn't turn him on he didn't know what did.
She frowned at what she saw, knowing fully well what she wore and who was leering at her. This was one of the reasons she didn't want to move in with this guy. "Deidara, what do you think you're doing here in my room?"
He thanked God for his gift of quick recovery, otherwise he would just be a stuttering mess in front of this unearthly sight. "I though you would be lonely in here all by yourself and decided to give you some company for the night. You know, help you relax, un."
She was not amused. Crossing her arms over her well developed chest she shifted weight from one foot to the other and glared at her stupid idiot of a childhood friend. "Cut the bullshit Deidara and get out of my room. I'm tired and sleepy and I really want to go to bed, but can't do that with you in it."
"Why not? There's plenty of room for two, I made sure of that when I had this bed put in here."
"Deidara, get out." she was really starting to get annoyed. No, she was well passed annoyed by now. She was frustrated and angry and bitchy and she needed her damn beauty sleep now before she passed out. Sasori was right about her not getting enough sleep and she knew it, so she treasured every moment of rest she could afford and didn't like to have any of it wasted, even if it was only a few seconds.
"But Sakura, it's cold and you might need some body heat," he whined, pouting ever so cutely, she hated to admit. No-he wasn't sexy! He wasn't, he wasn't, he wasn't he wasn't....
"You have thirty three seconds to get out before I come over there and rip you out and throw you down the stairs myself," she bit out, turning her back on him to open her closet and look for a robe to wear in case she really did need to carry out her threat.
She heard him move off her bed and though that was going to be it for tonight but was proven wrong when she felt him come up behind her and trap her in his arms. She gasped as her body reacted in pleasure without her consent. "Deidara! What the hell?! Get off me you fucking bas-"
His fingers were in her mouth playing with her tongue like only a sculptor could. She couldn't scream, she couldn't yell, she couldn't even talk because before she knew what she was doing, she was running her tongue back and forth over his fingers, playing with them. It was if her body had a mind of its own. She tried to fight it, but his lips were on her shoulder and his other hand was at her hips, guiding them back to press up against him. He shifted ever so slightly and she gasped, feeling him pant against her exposed shoulders.
His fingers stilled on her lips as he fought to stay standing from the ecstasy he was feeling and that gave her just enough time to speak. "D-Dei-Deidara..." she gasped feeling her heart run away and her body heat up without her permission. She wasn't aroused, she wasn't aroused, she wasn't enjoying this she most certainly didn't want him to do more!
"Say...say it," he hoarsely growled, his voice deep, rough and dark against her trembling flesh. He traced circles into her hips before ghosting down to tickle her thigh with spider like fingers. "My name, Sa-ku-ra. Say it..."
She didn't want to, but when he arched against her, causing himself more pleasure than her, she couldn't help it, even though this was only light teasing, she knew. "Deidara!"
There was still fabric between them, but he moved and was grinding into her from behind making it obvious how much he wanted her. She felt his lips dribble kisses onto her neck before he licked her from shoulder to ear. She reached back with her arms, but the felt like led and could do little but grab his own hips and try to push them away. He misunderstood this as coaxing and forced her to bend and tilt beneath him as he leaned forward.
She collapsed to the floor, her mind and body at war with one another now. She wasn't an animal without any thought. She was a human being with a mind and a will and she didn't need this-even if she was twenty one and still pure. She wanted it to stay that way and she wasn't going to have that changed tonight by her best friend. Though half of her cried out in agony for the loss, she elbowed Deidara hard in the gut and pivoted out of his hold as he crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud.
Gasping hard she back away, latching onto her bed post for support as Deidara began to recover. He looked up at her through the parts in his damed, luscious blond hair and shot her the most pitiful needy look she though she had ever seen. It tore at her heart like the relentless hands of a demon, but she refused to give in now. There was no way he was getting what he wanted from her. She glared at him and if possible, he looked even more hurt than before.
"S-Sakura I'm so sorry, un...I-I didn't mean to.... I don't know what came over me," he lamely explained, still on the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please don't..."
"You're insane," she hissed, collapsing against the post before sliding down to the floor. He wouldn't try anything now so she knew she was safe for the moment. He was calming down, she could see. That's good at least.
"I'm an artist, of course I'm insane, Sakura," he laughed through a sad smile-forcing himself to look at the woman he loved so much yet hurt.
Before he could say anything more there was a sharp knocking on the door and soon Sasori's concerned voice filled up the silence. "Sakura, are you okay in there? I heard a loud thud and it sounded like it came from your room."
Sakura looked up to the door really fast before snapped her head back to lock eyes with Deidara. He didn't look guilty because of Sasori, rather he looked annoyed that he was there. Probably was, considering this was his house. For some reason Sakura didn't want Sasori to see her and misinterpret the situation she found herself in. She was wearing close to nothing and Deidara was in here with her, without a shirt, looking like he just ran a marathon.
What would anyone think if they walked in on that?
She must have been too slow for the man who was known for having no patience, since he twisted open the knob on her door and pushed it open a crack. "Sakura? I'm coming in so I hope you don't mind-" his words died on his lips when he saw Deidara glaring at him from on the floor and Sakura crumpled up behind the post of the bed, looking like a scared rabbit. His blood colored eyes narrowed dangerously on his friend who happened to be missing a shirt. "And what are you doing in here at this hour?"
"Keeping Sakura company, un," he lamely replied, not really caring when it came to another man. If it was Sakura he would beg and plead and apologize till his lips fell off, but it wasn't Sakura talking to him right now. It was another guy.
"I don't fell in the mood to deal with you smart remarks, Deidara," Sasori calmly stated as he crossed the room to where Sakura sat huddled. "Sakura...? Sakura are you alright?" He reached out to push some hair out of her eyes only to mentally kick himself when she looked up him with those trembling eyes of hers. It was so corny but it was really too much for him to handle.
"I'm fine," she breathed out, looking away as if she were ashamed.
"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Deidara growled from behind them and slapped the floor, trying to gain their attention. "I'm right here, and I didn't do anything! I would never hurt Sakura, you bastard."
"That is obviously not the case here, Deidara. Weather you meant to or not, you scared Sakura and hurt her emotionally. I'm going to take her to my room for tonight and keep watch over here, there. Don't try to stop me."
The blond stood up and was about to say something when Sasori turned and cut him a chilling glare that ensured silence. That done, Sasori lifted Sakura into his arms, folding her like a doll so that her legs fell over his arms. She reached out to wrap an arm around his neck on reflex, embarased for doing so.
"That's alright, Sasori. I'm fine, really. I'm don't need that and Deidara didn't really do anything. I'll be okay by myself," she explained, feeling it wasn't nessiary to fall asleep in his room, curled up at his side like a lover once more. He said he didn't mind, but it irritated her in a way she couldn't describe.
Sasori walked past Deidara and out of the room, ignoring her feeble protests. "Hush now, I told you I don't mind and that it's not a bother, didn't I? I trust you Sakura, but I don't trust him. Deidara is my friend, but he is also a guy so I know what's running through his head right now...and his pants. The only reason I didn't deck him right there is because I know he really cares for you and would not consciously do anything to hurt or harm you."
"I know that," Sakura whispered, looking down at herself, not daring to stare up the steep to where she knew Deidara was watching hem from or even look up into the eyes of her newfound friend. "I know he's earnest-if he wasn't he wouldn't be this persistent, but I don't know how many times I have to push him away before one of us breaks."
They were in Sasori room now, and he was laying her down in his bed, getting ready to follow after her, never mind that she was still in her underwear and all he was wearing was a pair of pajama pants that hung loosely around his hips. "Breaks? As in you falling in love with him?" Why did he sound so concerned?
"Yeah, I guess so. I feel more for him than I did years ago, but not like a lover, not yet anyway. Who knows the interior of one's heart? I can't safely say I'll never fall in love with him, since it's a possibility, but right now I don't feel for him like he does for me and I don't know if he can take more rejection."
"He won't become suicidal, Sakura. As long as you are a live he will continue to live," Sasori explained, sitting next to her as she huddled in his blankets.
"Haven't you heard his rants about art, the ever fleeting beauty. That sounds like suicide material to me."
The red haired male chuckled to himself, brushing her bangs our of her eyes once more. "That's true, he's an idiot, but fleeting for him is the lifespan of a human. He's talked to me about that. We will all die one day and be gone and that will be the completion of his art, he says. He'll wait to die, since a human life is so small and fleeting in comparison to the whole of history. I wouldn't worry about him. Rather you have me concerned."
She looked up at her friend was half lidded eyes, feeling tired already. "Hmm, why's that?"
"If he doesn't break, you think you will, and falling in love with that guy wouldn't be the best thing for you. Sure he would treat you well and take care of you, but there is probably someone else out there that you love and than you want. You should wait for that guy."
"Maybe..."
Sasori let his hands weave into her hair, rubbing circles into her scalp, relaxing her and encouraging sleep. Leaning down to her side he humed and then began to whisper her a lullaby, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to remember this in the morning. Just as well. "Let me take the fall, let me take the blame. Let me carry you from hell to home again. Let me walk to you when your legs are weak. Let me find the words for you when you can't speak....Let me be your armor, let me be your shield, let me take away the pain you feel-your armor... Let me be the light that guides your way through darkest night... Let me be your armor..."
She stirred under his hands before relaxing, letting her body go limp as sleep came closer and closer to claiming her. It was only a matter of seconds now, she was so exhausted. Work, art, and now Deidara was stressing her out. The fabric of his sheets wasn't clenched so tightly anymore and so Sasori continued to sing.
"Let me take the blows.... that were meant for you. Let me help you with the trials you're going through. Let me keep you safe... from the world outside. Let me wipe away the tears that fill your eyes....Let me be your armor, let me be your shield, let me take away the pain you feel-your armor... Let me be the light that guides your way through darkest night... Let me be your armor..."
She murmured something Sasori couldn't make out before drifting off completely. She was asleep now and he knew she could no longer hear him. Still he continued to sing for her, his hands still intwined into her wet, silk like hair, his lips hovering over her tempting skin. He really wanted to kiss her and hug her and call her his. He wanted it so much that it hurt him every time he saw her and remembered that she wasn't his.
Maybe tonight he would be forgiven for just one kiss.
Just this once.
"Let me keep you from experience you need. Let me bind you with my selfishness and greed. Let me stifle you let me have control. Let me smother every aspect of your soul... Let me be your armor, let me be your shield, let me take away the pain you feel-your armor... Let me be the light that guides your way through darkest night... Let me be your armor..."
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Pygmalion: A man who fell in love with a statue in greek mythology.
Yay! Finally some Sasori Sakura.
Same AN as before.... Before you come to kill me for starting another story, let me just say this is practically done and I was originally going to make it a oneshot, but at the last minuet broke it up and decided to feed it out to you guys as chapters (so I could get more reviews). There's going to anywhere from four to five chapters before I finish this so it's not that bad. This is just something to keep you occupied while I work on my other stories and do other stuff around my contest. What? You haven't heard about that? You should go check that out on my profile page.
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