The battle between Chiyo, Sakura and Sasori turned out a little differently than anticipated. Sasori survived and managed to finish off Chiyo as he planned. However, he felt like Sakura could come into use. Instead of killing her, he kidnapped her and held her hostage in the Akatuski hideout.
Sasosaku. (I made up my mind, it's going to be SasoSaku.)
Chapter 3: the noticary.
It had seemed like weeks since Sakura first started working on making un-curable poisons for Sasori. Althought it had only be two days, they dragged out so long for her. Every day Sasori made sure he had attatched chakra strings to her before he moved her to his room. And every night he made sure to tie her down firmly so she couldn't escape. Sakura never tried to escape though, she was far too drained to even try, she was starved for five days and each night she was placed back into the dank, dark room, slowly even the Kunoichi's health was declining from the ill-kept room and lack of nutrients. But on this particular day, Sasori made a strange decision; he decided not to attach his Chakra strings to Sakura. Unaware of this, Sakura marched across the hall as usual, not aware that she was not bound to the Akatsuki member. The Kunoichi sat down at her usual spot and began to sort through the paper. A few minutes later, she heard an unusual noise scratching behind her. Sakura's eyes widened in frights, she thought this would finally be the moment, the moment where Sasori finally finished her off. Warily, she slowly turned around to face the red haired puppet master.
"Uh?" Sakura almost squeaked a little bit, instead of facing her death, a blank face of a puppet faced hers, it's eyes were as black as coal, it's face bare and sleakly carved. She slowly followed up it, finally laying eyes on its maker.
"Problem?" He said soothingly, as he continued to shape his new puppet. Sakura gulped loudly, and obviously Sasori heard it.
"No..." She tried to act bravely, but the fact was Sakura was terrified of puppets "It's just creepy looking." Sakura still hadn't realised she was no longer bound to Sasori.
"My art is not creepy." Sasori almost hissed, he hated his art being insulted, by anyone. Mostly Deidara though. "My art, all my puppets, have something perfect about them." He cooed about his designs. The red haired ninja let his gaze linger at Sakura, watching her every frigid movement. "Whether it's their strength, their looks, their attack or defence. Something about each and everyone of my puppets is perfect." He almost began to mumble. Sasori loved his puppets, they were his passion, his life.
"That is why you would make a great puppet yourself." He finished off. Suddenly a tinge of hotness flushed over Sasori. Was this embarressment? Sasori may have accidentily complimented his captive prisoner. He shrugged it off quickly, and Sakura was too tired to notice anyway.
It wasn't until a few hours later he began to regret saying it. Sasori's eyes began to wander from his puppet, scanning the room around him and eventually always landing on the pink haired medic-nin. Slowly he became distracted from his work, he looked over Sakura, lingering on her supple curves, her cherry-blossom hair, her sleek fig-
'Wait.' Sasori snapped in his head. His eyes dashed madly around the room, trying to explain to hiself why he was thinking these strange thoughts. Suddenly he stood up, he saw Sakura flinch and couldn't help feel a tinge of guilt- 'Wait. What?' He broke again, with a slight shake of his head, he walked slowly over to the pink haired girl.
Sakura paused working, worried what Sasori was going to do to her. She felt his face come very close to her cheek, she felt her cheeks warm up, not for blushing, but for fear, she was so scared her work wouldn't please him. And Kami knows what an angry Sasori would do in this situation.
Sasori let his chin gently rest on Sakura's shoulder, he noticed how scared she was. He frowned a little, but soon began to look over her work.
"Why haven't you used any metal extractions in these poisons?" He expressed in a concerned manner, his face falling a little. 'Maybe I put a little too much hope into this girl.' He began to think, but Sakura stayed calm and took a deep breath in.
"Because. Sasori." She stated so plainly it was almost like he was beneath her. "Metal can easily be extracted from the body, therefore removing most of the poison. It's better off without it." The red haired Akatsuki ninja seemed taken back by her knowledge, even a small smirk appeared on his face. But that quickly disappeared.
"I am the best poison maker in the entire Sand region, Sakura." Sasori frowned.
"Yes, but I'm from the Leaf, Sasori." Sakura replied hastily, with the same tone as Sasori. "And so it Tsunade, my sensei." The puppet master then realised this girl had studied under Tsunade, possibly the only ninja to excel his own poison and antidote making skills. With a 'hmph' Sasori retired back to the bed to continue working on his puppet. He didn't realise how wide the smirk was on Sakura's weak face, she may not be able to out-strength him, but she could certain out-word him. And Sasori liked that. He enjoyed a challenge.
And again it wasn't long until Sasori found his eyes wandering back onto Sakura.
The day passed quickly and Sasori could sense how weak Sakura was getting. She was barely able to concentrate on Sasori's work anymore. After the last final strokes of a blade across his newly formed puppet, he set it down lightly on the bed and sighed a little.
"Sakura." He sighed quietly, Sasori stood up and once again walked over to her. She knew what this meant, it was time to return to that disgustingly dull room, Sakura felt her heart break a little each time she was tied back down, her arms were sore from trying to move, she hadn't eaten since being kidnapped. As she stood up to leave, her knees gave in.
Without even thinking, Sasori quickly reached out and grabbed the poor Kunoichi, her body was withering away, her lips were chapped and her hair was breaking. As Sakura lay calmly in Sasori's arms, he looked straight into her eyes, for some reason neither of them looked away. Sakura pleaded mentally for Sasori to release her, or at least give her food. At the same time, Sasori felt the guilt he had brought on to this fine speicimen of Kuniochi.
"Come on." Sasori cooed softly, trying to make Sakura stand on her feet again, he helped a little by using his famous Chakra threads to support her. Slowly Sakura regained full conciousness.
"Back...to the...room." She breathed heavily, barely walking on her own two feet. Sakura held her hands out to steady herself, but Sasori rolled his eyes and tutted to himself, guiding Sakura away from the normal door she'd pass through.
"Wha?" She moaned tiredly, turning to follow Sasori's strings.
"You need food." Sasori almost demanded, guiding her down the hallway and into a large empty room. Sakura became a little more aware of where they were. The walls were plain stone and there were no windows at all, but there was a lot of artificial lights and lamps lighting the room up, there was no telling what time or day it was. The room was very basic, with a few chairs and sofa's scattered around, a table in the very far corner was a piece of parchment on the wall, it was probably the Akatuski entrance to the hideout. It wasn't too long until Sakura was guided past the room and into a very small kitchen. The pink haired Kunoichi almost collapsed on the nearest chair as soon as Sasori's strings disappeared. Almost as quickly as she had sat down, Sasori had whipped up a bowl of hot noodles for her. As he placed it gently in front of her, Sakura pouted suspiciously up at him.
"You're hungry." Sasori pointed out, nodding towards the bowl. Sakura slowly lifted her hand up and pushed the bowl away from her a little bit.
"I'm...not." She unsurely replied, but all the Akatsuki member did was shrug down at the tired girl, whilst pushing the bowl forward again.
"Eat." He almost ordered, but Sakura just rested her hands on the bare wooden table she sat at. She may have been tired and weak, but she was still the stubborn Sakura everybody in Konoha knew.
"Please." Sasori sighed, this was a huge shock, for both Sakura and Sasori himself. He wasn't too sure why he wanted her to regain her strength so badly. Maybe it was so she could work better for him. Or maybe he felt sorry for her. Whatever it was, it shocked Sakura too. Still weary of the food presented in front of her, she slowly picked up a pair of chop sticks and began to pick at the food. The pink Kunoichi stared confusingly at Sasori as she took the first bite, but both seemed relieved that she finally did take a bite. Within minutes the entire bowl was consumed and Sakura couldn't help but smile at her full stomach at last.
"I-uh.." Sakura muttered, folding her hands over herself. "Thank you?" Sasori looked a little stunned, and all he could managed was a large 'doe eyed' stare back at her. Without another word, Sasori attatched a few chakra strings at her again, and all hope left Sakura's eyes again. The red haired man slowly led her back to the dank room where she stayed. He was back to the same old routine, binding her to the bed, Sakura too tired to move and Sasori slowly leaving the room. But before he left, he couldn't help but stare back at the already asleep Kunoichi, her body so still and perfe- 'Whoa. Stop.' Sasori ordered himself, glared outwardly at his own thoughts before he finally closed the door behind him and left for the sitting room he passed with Sakura earlier.
"What was that about, un?" A blonde Akatsuki friend smugly called over to Sasori.
"What, Deidara?" He quickly replied, crossing his arms over defensively. Deidara smirked widely and then looked past Sasori and into the hallway behind him.
"That girl." Kisame joined in, as if he had been waiting for this moment to arise. "Who is she? And why did you bring her out of the room?" Sasori didn't like to be confronted, especially when he didn't even know the answer himself.
"She's...useful." The red haired puppet master finally responded to the pair. Kisame folded his arms across his chest, not amused.
"I bet she is, un!" Deidara laughed whole-heartedly, but all this gained was a glare from his Danna.
"I fed her to keep her strength up. Nothing else." Sasori stated, soon after Deidara stood up, it looked like this was getting serious.
"Really, un?" The clay artist nearly snarled "Then why do you linger at the door?" Sasori managed to keep a calm face, but inside he had no clue how to reply. Kisame knew this was getting interesting, so he stuck around, a smirk tugging at his blue lips.
"You did it last night too, un." Deidara added, his long blonde hair flooding over his face. "And just then." Sasori had nothing to say to the blonde Akatsuki member, and all that was left to do was walk away from him. As he left, he could hear the concerned voices of Kisame and Deidara talking about the girl.
'Sakura.' Sasori hissed in his head, directed at the other Akatsuki members, his hands clenching a little. Without giving it any more thought, Sasori retired to his room, but not before giving one more sneak peak into the sleeping pink haired girls 'caged' room.