Drabble 4: Serial Killers and Rocks
Sakura wasn't thinking about how she ended up tied to a tree, in the middle of nowhere, while she was out camping. Or about the well known redheaded serial killer sitting, back to her, by her campfire. Or about the police, who were most likely scouring the forest for said killer. No. All she could think about, was that there was a really, really sharp rock jutting out of the ground, right into her thigh. And it hurt. A lot. She glared at the rock. 'Did that rock just give me the finger?!' She twitched angrily, before shouting, "Oh hell no you fucking rock!" And then she tried- and failed- to kick the rock away from her. She did, however, succeed in cutting her thigh open. "Fucking rocks!"
"You've never been in a hostage situation, have you?" The redhead asked, turning to her. She just rolled her eyes.
"Oh yes. I'm captured by serial killers every fucking week." She growled out sarcastically, giving him a glare.
"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you. ... What exactly are you shouting about?" He asked, crawling closer to her. She turned her glare onto the rock.
"This fucking rock gave me the finger, and cut me. You think you can throw it in the fire? I want it to burn!" She hissed, like a snake, moving her leg a little to show him the rock. He smirked, and grabbed the rock. Turning a little, he tossed it into the fire. "Haha! You fucking rock! You got what was coming for you!" She cackled maniacally.
"...You're not right in the head, are you?" Sakura smiled.
"Nope!" He sighed, and untied her.
"I don't exactly need you tied up... I never caught your name, who are you?"
"I'm Sakura. And you?" He smirked again, and stood. Holding out a hand for her to grab, he said, slowly, as if talking to a child,
"I'm Sasori. People tend to refer to me as Sasori of the Red Sand, since I'm a serial killer, and that's my serial killer name, you know." She grabbed his outstretched hand, and he pulled her to her feet.
"Oh, well. People tend to refer to me as Cherry Blossom. Although I don't know why. Then again, every tends to... disappear after they called me as such." She smiled innocently, and Sasori smirk widened.
"Right. 'Disappear.'" She grinned, and moved towards the tent set up on the other side of the small clearing.
"Well, I'm tired..." She stopped, her hand holding onto the zipper. She grinned, and turned to him. Giving a suggestive wink, she purred, "You could always... join me, if you catch my drift." With that, she unzipped the flap, and disappeared inside. Sasori stood still for a second, before following her in, and zipping back up the flap.
A/N: Drabble 4~ A little longer than the others. A drabble, to me, is a piece of writing under 900 words. Anything over that is a one-shot.