A's note :
To Liz : Yes Hatsue is too kind almost. I didn't want to make her kind tho, naive was the route i was going for. I'm glad you like it!
To Akatsuki Wolf Rider: -nods seriously- Yes. I aim to disintegrate you into a puddle of goo. Now, melt for me. -takes out my fan and laughs like a villainess-
To Stellar Nymph: I wanted to make this fanfic short, not because of the few views it has but because I already pictured an ending for the alternate universe I created for Sasori. You are one of the few who likes to read of an OC interacting with canon characters. For that, I hope you are/will be moved with my writing, at least for a moment.
To sallymadrigal605: You don't know how badly I wanted to read the word refreshing. I wanted this to be refreshing so much that it hurts. Hope you stick around.
To overtherose: I feel tingles when I read the word refreshing. Ha! If we put our minds on it maybe we do have the will to get what we want. Truth is, I'm starting to regret writing Hatsue as a medical nin, but if I don't... i can tell you 100% Hatsue will die on the exams if she wasn't. After all, we gotta make her live long enough to be remembered by Sasori. As for the ending you are suggesting, my fingers are aching to write your scene. I am invested in that kind of ending. However, if I go down that route, it wouldn't give our Sasori the salvation he should have had. Still, stick around please.
To fanofthisfiction: Sasori is indeed the little heart throb but they still had to kill each other so i don't think crushing was a thing if you didn't pass the exams yet. Don't worry, he has his own fanclub in Suna, our little painter would meet them one day. I wanted him to go down the awkward route. There are many I have read that our little puppetmaster was quite slick with romance. Not in mine though, l don't own him but I want him as a cinnamon roll with a little psychopathic on the side. Seriously though. Sasori deserves better!
You reviewers know how much a feedback means to a fanfic writer . This chapter is dedicated to you. I hope you read this at night in your room, or in a cafe with few people or any place that gives you complete concentration as you read.
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There are cherry blossoms fluttering around him and Deidara. For a moment, Sasori felt something fleeting, an overwhelming desire to stop breathing and close his eyes, to never wake. The feeling passed and he was left with the machinations in his mind and the rambunctious antics of his partner- friend? No, the child will never be his friend. No one in Akatsuki is. A group of people trying to change the world. No matter the methods. No matter the reason.
"Art... is an explosion!" The blond haired kid exclaimed and placed his arms around himself imitating a girlish antic. "This is art."
The wind fluttered again, it always is when there are cherry blossoms around. But the accurate reason would be the set of explosions following Deidara's exclamation. Just another mission from Akatsuki. Deidara seems to be having fun though.
"I still don't get what your art is about." He said ,a voice of old and grey, with someone in mind. He'd take her to sights they didn't have in Suna. To see a field of chrysanthemums, a pond of koi fishes, a rainbow on a waterfall, a temple with nagas etched on the pillars, to see a grove of cherry blossoms like the one he is seeing now and many more. Their plan. Their promise that one couldn't keep.
"Someday, you'll understand the beauty of what is fleeting." Deidara replied, unknowing of his views.
Doesn't Sasori of the Red Sand know it? Hatsue... is- was beautiful. He should have known that someone beautiful could only be temporary. Why he is obsessed with puppets; isn't it to preserve beauty? If something precious is treasured for so long, wouldn't it still be precious? If something beautiful is cared for, preserved it, like pressed flowers, wouldn't it still be beautiful? Art should be timeless. Like her. Like the way she haunts him. She is both fleeting and timeless.
I went down to
mingle my breath
with the breath
of the cherry blossoms.
There it is. How often she haunts him. She was reading a book of poems to him, while he worked tirelessly in the basement, sculpting wood, making more puppets. She knew if she believed him saying that it would only take 20 minutes to finish then they'd never get to hang out so she insisted to read in the basement so he'd see her face and feel guilty for making her wait.
There were photographers;
Mothers arranging their
children against
gnarled old trees;
a couple, hugging,
asks a passerby
to snap them like that,
so their love
will always be caught
between two friendships:
ours & the friendship
of the cherry trees.
"But Sasori we HAVE to take a picture." She whined. "It's for memories. When we grow up, we'll travel and take a picture with the cherry blossoms. "
He thinks that he doesn't have to take a picture. He already has great memory. Photographic. He wishes he didn't. He should have long forgotten how she looked like and yet here he is, in his mind, a vivid image of her remains.
Oh cherry,
why can't my poems
be as beautiful?
"Why do you think this poet laments so much?" Hatsue asked.
"I don't know Hatsue but I'm sure you're gonna tell me the reason either way" Sasori rolled his eyes, annoyed.
She stuck her tongue out at him. He looked at her unimpressed. So childish.
"Maybe the cherry blossoms are so beautiful that even when I paint it, I can't do justice on it." She said and then she shot him a grin and asked "Wanna add that to our list?"
"It's a date." He said still looking down on the wood he's carving, the arms he made are too asymmetrical.
"No it's not a date! We're just friends and why would you say that?" She asked hotly, cheeks stained red.
"Granduncle Ebizo told me to say it whenever you make plans with me. Why is it wrong?" He asked in genuine confusion.
"Dates are between couples like how our parents did before they married." She answered. "Besides, Sandaime is the only one in my heart now!"
He dropped his chisel.
"-what?"
All around us
the blossoms
flurry down
whispering,
Be patient,
you have an ancient beauty.
Be patient,
you have an ancient beauty.
She told him as long as he kept his heart, they would be friends for eternity. How can they still be friends when hers is already six feet under?
(okay this chapter is incomplete, stay with me I have a thing in my head.)