Heyhi. This is a shitty chapter.
I'm so out of ideas. Anyone got any? Message me or review. Seriously, I need suggestions. Tell me if it sucks like poop or whatever.
Argh, gonna go melt in a hole now.
I don't own Naruto. Adieu.
Chapter 7
The next morning Sakura woke up to a pleasant aroma that instantly brightened up her mood. She smiled and stretched, sniffing and trying to find the source of the spending smell. She noticed a vase of flowers on her bedside table. A look of awe and wonder fell upon her face as they were the same flowers Sasori and she bought yesterday, although the vase was more occupied by the red roses. Even if there was no note, she knew who it was from.
She got up, smiling just a bit, and went to take a slow hot shower. Coming out of it, she pulled on a red top and black shorts, grabbing a brush she opened the door, letting the brush float through her silky pink locks. The sun streamed into the living room, whilst a hunched up figure snored on the couch. Sakura frowned, and then remembered the flowers, her mouth unconsciously turned into a smile.
It was strange.
Very strange.
She didn't like it.
Much.
Or something.
Sakura walked over to the couch and peaked at Sasori. He was turned over towards the table, the blanket was pulled tightly over him, he was snoring and his finger was suspiciously close to his mouth. Sakura wanted to laugh at the image, when he turned over, the snoring stopped. Sasori was now on his back, breathing peacefully. That, Sakura could not understand why he would give up. He mentioned that he could not sleep whilst he was in his puppet mode. He looked… adorable?
Nooo. Stop this. Sakura yelled at herself.
Gotta admit he looks ho-
NO. PISS OFF.
The whole time Sakura didn't notice the droplets of water that were dropping from her hair, to Sasori's face. Then all of a sudden, Sasori's eyes began to flutter open, he stayed in the same position, and stared at Sakura, all very peaceful, the moment seemed to be beautiful, one of … romance perhaps?
Until Sasori spoke.
His calm face was still there, a groggy voice spoke;
"Why, are you watching me sleep?"
Awkward silence.
"Uhh… what's his name… Itachi's brother boy?"
"Sasuke," Sakura said firmly, noticing the wine glass in the sink. Ever since the night before (and this morning) the atmosphere was strange between the two, it seemed cold, traitorous, sinister, upsetting.
"Yeah, him, he came about yesterday," Sasori said, sliding in next to her and beginning to look through the Kitchen drawer for something for his head, "Ugh my head… if I didn't know better I'd think he was either stalking you or crushing on you," Sasori said that, taking at least two pills of the pain-killer.
Sakura blushed and yet her eyes lit up, "He did? Did he say anything else…?"
"No. I was bored of him," said Sasori walking back to the living room, and landing on the couch, "But Sakura… san, would you please come here?"
Sakura's began feeling anxiety there, the question of would she help him was going to come up again. Thing that was bothering her was, why was he still here? On her couch? In her apartment? She didn't understand it at all. Was it the fact that he could kill her easily? Was it the threat of the whole thing?
Was it smart letting a predator stay in the same room as the prey?
Sakura turned off the tap and wiped her hands by the towel hanging on the wall. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and walked to the living room, checking that there were no stray hairs coming out. When really she was just trying to distract herself. Sasori was sitting on the couch arms spread out, legs apart, and his head facing the ceiling. The pose was…
Don't you dare.
Sakura walked over, had an awkward moment, so she sat opposite him, yet half a meter away on the coffee table. She was looking down, not at him. Neither spoke for what seemed like a millennium. She was the first to break the silence.
"If you're wondering about whether I would resurrect your puppet body… my answer is … no." she said, attempting to say it firmly, looking away at the wall opposite.
Sasori sighed, he knew this was coming, "I thought you would say that."
Sakura was twisting and playing with her hands. It was quite until she felt a hand on her fumbling ones, and fingers holding her chin. They pulled her face to look at another one, a splendid, perfectly assigned one of the S-ranked criminal.
He had a smirk on his face, a devious one that she saw previously before, when she was at battle with him several years before, "That's why I have a plan up my sleeve for you."
Sakura was stunned, she actually did not see this one coming, he seemed like he really didn't care.
And this is what happens when you play with Akatsuki.
"I'll challenge you to a fight yeah?" Sasori said, still holding her face, his hand was now next to her thighs on the coffee table, he was fully standing up and yet leaning down to be at the same level as her face, "You want to be an ANBU right? Wouldn't it be spending to beat the criminal you beat up with the help of an old hag when you were … 16 was it? I doubt you can refuse this offer," Sasori said smirking. He let go of her face, and pushed himself up, hands in his pockets, staring down at her. Instantly making Sakura feel inferior, "You could always refuse to fight me and just help me with what I want, I would still give my end of the deal."
Sakura stared at him. Her tongue or mouth didn't see to exist. All this time she was silent, whilst her mind was blowing up.
WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT?
You can't actually accept? … Right…?
No! Of course not! It would be suspicious… and…
No. I will not.
"No. I refuse to fight you, you are in no condition to fight anyway," Sakura said sternly, attempting to act as if she is feeling confident, "You also have no weapons on you so it would not be a fair fi-"
At this Sasori tilted his head back and began laughing, "Ohhh kunoichi, you really do underestimate me don't you? I don't only have to fight with puppets, I can use my fists and a kunai just as well," he smirked at her, although something was giving him away.
Sakura then stood up to, they were not inches away, yet the atmosphere became hot, heavy with anger and rivalry. Sakura knotted her eyebrows together.
"Fine then, as you wish, although you should know I was trained by the Hokage," she said, "And this time… I won't need an old hag to help me beat you," with that she began to walk to the kitchen.
Sasori smirked; it was just as he planned.
"I assume you will be ready by tonight yes? Meet me at the forest at 11 o'clock. I'd expect you to be able to track me down," with that Sasori was out of the door. Leaving Sakura alone to hyperventilate.
Sakura grabbed her jacket and ran out of the door. She walked throughout the town, wondering and wondering, her head constantly down, not caring to look up at the people that she was passing. Her head was hurting more that Sasori's hangover. Why did he choose her? Wasn't there any other medical person out there he would go to? It was not a matter of trust, probably just a matter of being merciful or sadistic. She was playing with the dark way from the beginning.
Sakura went over to the playground they all played at when they were younger; the swings were still there so were the slides, although the children were missing. It was still pretty early and Sakura went over to the swings, sitting down on one she began swinging back and forth. Only looking up occasionally when she noticed a familiar figure on the beach. That sort of made her happy, but strangely, not as much as it always did.
She leapt from the swing, slightly landing messily. She ignored the fact and began walking over to the figure, her strides much bigger than before though. Sakura's shoes made crackling noises on the stones, the person obviously heard them, but chose to take no notice of it. He was looking up at the sun, eyes closed, standing tall and lean and well-built, taller than Sakura herself.
"Hey…" Sakura greeted him not with her usual enthusiasm.
"Hn…" Sasuke replied with a grunt.
"Saso-"she stopped, they never discussed his name for the time being, "Arata told me that you came about yesterday…"
After several moments, Sasuke answered, "Arata… is that his name?"
Whyy… must you ask questions…?
"Yes."
"Alright."
"Well?"
"Yes?"
For Goodness sake…
"Was … was there …something special you wanted to ask?"
"…"
He didn't reply, Sakura stood there and waited. She'd been doing that for the past ten years.
"Perhaps…" was his answer.
"Alright…" Sakura sighed, she was used to this. To his vagueness, to his blurred, formless answers, "I'll be going now then…" she began turning around when Sasuke spoke out.
"Sakura… stay..."
"Nani?" she couldn't turn around when he was right in front of her, his fingers lightly touching her arm, pulling her towards him.
Was today Infiltrate-Sakura's-Space Day or something?
His onyx eyes stared at her emerald ones. Everything seemed to slow down then. Sasuke smiled.
He smiled.
What?
He then let go of her. Sakura stumbled backward slightly. Sasuke stood up straight, still with that smile. He turned around and began to go, lifting an arm in a slight wave, the other in his pocket, walking away, leaving Sakura astonished. Even her inner self was speechless.
Help! Help! Should Sakura fight Sasori??
Sorry for the SasuSaku bittsie moments it just came out. Soon enough there will be more and more of the SasoSaku-ness
Also I might have misspelled some things.
(BUAHAHHAHAH)
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