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Pairing: Sakura x Sasori
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you.
Art: the best course available in this high school. That doesn't mean I love the art room though. I detest everything, everything but my little corner where I can make my own art.
Art is everlasting. There is no point if it cannot withstand the length of time.
The sculptures the amateurs make display the owners' abilities perfectly: useless, untalented, and plain horrible. There are no signs that their artwork will last an eternity, much less a decade.
My art is the true work of a professional. From my smooth yet firm strokes to the tiniest of details, everything is perfect. So, why am I in a split class with a lower grade?
"There weren't enough people who signed up for art," the teacher had told me.
I can see why that is. I mean, few people have true, artistic talent.
As I started adding to my collection of wooden puppets, a blur of pink passed by. My head immediately shot up. Pink. It was the colour of cherry blossoms, the flowers that bloom for a very short period in early spring. They were anything but everlasting. They'll fade away, die, disappear.
If I didn't clamp a hand over my mouth, I would have protested against the colour of her hair. Why was her hair pink in the first place? She didn't dye it, did she? If so, then I would remark how horrible of a choice she had made. Cherry blossom pink would eventually fade into white, and then you would just look old.
I continued to watch her and see if the colour of her hair had started fading yet, but what I saw instead was unexpected. The colour was even throughout. Even her roots were cherry blossom pink. Natural pink hair? I've never heard of that before.
I pushed it to the back of my head. There's no use in pursuing that topic. She was just another strange classmate of mine.
As class started though, my attention couldn't help but make its way towards her. She was sitting with her back straight, her hands on her desk. No one was paying attention to the teacher, but then again, no one ever does. Even I wasn't paying attention. I was busying myself with my puppets, well…at least I was. The girl was the only one with her head facing the teacher, and I would only notice that if my attention was on her.
"Hey," I called out. She was in the row in front of me, so she should've heard me. She showed no signs of hearing me though.
"The pink one," I called again. "Yeah, you," I said as she turned to me.
She didn't say anything (maybe it was because the teacher was still teaching), but she gave me a look that seemed to say "what do you want?"
I didn't say anything back, nor did I motion for her to come over. I could see her well enough from here. She had emerald eyes that were as green as jewels. Her face was pale, but not in an unhealthy way. It was stunning and delicate, just like porcelain. Every detail I took in only seemed to complement each other more and more.
It was then that I realized she would make a great puppet.
No, I won't pull out all her organ systems and turn her into a human puppet. I wasn't that heartless, but I have to admit that it was a pretty good idea…if I had the experience. I couldn't afford to operate on her and fail. It would be a waste. Not that I have no confidence in my abilities or anything.
I would make a puppet based on her appearance. She would be beautiful, frail looking, but the best project I would have ever done. She would be perfect, just like her "mother."
Would that make me the father?
Hey, that's not that bad of an idea.
The bell rang and I stood up, not even wasting a moment of my time. I have already cleaned up my area and put away my puppets for the day. I usually bring them home to work on them, but not today. I have a different plan today.
I walked up to her and sat on her desk. It was lunch for the sophomores and luckily, it was my lunch period too.
We could talk. Just the two of us.
"What's your name?" I asked her. I would name the puppet after her. After all, all my puppets have souls too. They deserve names just like humans do.
"Why?" She was cautious. Of what? Me? I smirked absently. Being careful around me is a very wise choice.
"You are beautiful," I told her straightforwardly.
She blinked in surprise before she started blushing, if only a little bit. Her cheeks were tainted rose, a colour that matched her attributes well. "No. That's just…no."
"No?" I tilted my head. She was denying her own beauty? Why? She should be proud of it. "If a thousand painters worked for a thousand years, they could not create a work of art as beautiful as you. You are beautiful."
Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a darker red, colour rapidly spreading to the tips of her ears. "Um…" Then, a quiet giggle escaped her lips. I liked that.
The small tug of her lips, the twinkle of her eyes, and the sweet whisper of her voice. It would be nice if she could be my puppet, a living puppet.
"What's your name?" I tried again. I will remember it, not just for the puppet's sake, but for her sake as well.
"Haruno Sakura," she said, trying to regain her posture. She was trying to hide behind her mask again. It was so visibly obvious to me.
I said but one word in response. "Sasori." Just as my name reflected my traits, hers did as well. Sakura; cherry blossoms; fleeting.
Just then I realized what this could mean. She was fleeting. She would disappear if I didn't treat her carefully.
With that in mind, I nodded to myself silently. She seemed confused so I just shook it off, leading her by the shoulders out the door.
"Shall we have lunch together?" My voice came out with me knowing it.
She seemed perplexed by my question and shook her head. "You should eat with your friends."
My friends? Deidara? Would you consider him as one? Or Itachi? He's just my reliable source for information. Pein? Kind of weird if you ask me. Hidan? No, just no. Then, there's Tobi…Tobi…I don't even know where to begin. "How about just you and me?" I asked, horrified by the fact that I hang out with a very strange group of people.
"No. I shouldn't intrude," and with that, she left me standing in the middle of the hallway.
Didn't know how to end it... :D
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