Chapter Title: Dove
Word Count: 1,597
Author's Note: Hello! Today is day ten which is hard to believe but it still is and toady's world is dove! At first, I thought I was going to have such a hard time with this one. I had to think for a second what could work with dove and the word wedding just popped in. They release doves at weddings. Of course! In the end, this one was the easiest one to write so far and this is my favorite. I love it so much! I might even have to take the whole idea and start another SasoSaku fic for it. Hehe. So tell me what you think about the whole idea as well as the drabble and thanks for reading!

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x. dove.

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She sits silently on the hard, wooden chair in her itchy, white wedding dress with a strained smile on her cherry-colored lips and a tall glass of bubbly champagne in her right hand which she has been continually sipping from for the last half hour so it can make all of her surroundings seem slightly more bearable. Laughing as well as words of congratulations ring out and echo loudly around the rather large, party room on what should be a joyous day in any girl's life though Haruno Sakura has found that she has yet to experience any actual joy or happiness on this horrid occasion.

"Is there something that is wrong…?"

The question is posed to her by a silvery smooth voice that belongs to the hateful man who takes the seat next to her very own. He is the man who is known as a successful businessman and today as her newly beloved.

Understanding that the question has not been asked out of concern but mockery, she glances his way to be met with a small, arrogant smirk and light, golden-brown eyes that in turn stare directly back into her own.

This is the man who goes by the name of Sasori and the one person who now holds her fate in his very hands.

Breaking their tiny contact, she faces forward in her place once more to look out on all of the party guests while preparing to give him a sort of witty and snappish reply, but she's forced to bite her tongue when she sees that her father is watching her closely with a withering glare from where he stands across the room.

"No," she responds with a sugary sweet voice, behaving like the young proper woman she's been taught to be. "Thank you for your concern, but at the moment, not a thing is wrong."

The effort it took to answer like a good girl should forces her to take another long and much needed swig of her drink since she knows that deep down, she's just spoken a huge lie.

At the moment, absolutely everything is wrong.

She has just been married off by her family of all people for something as ridiculous as business purposes. It's pretty much like she was a prized horse that was sold off to the highest bidder. How can it not feel like her whole world has just been shaken up and flipped on its axis?

"Ladies and gentleman," a voice rings out through the room thanks to the aid of a microphone, and it's able to break through Sakura's current round of self-pitying. Looking up, she spies the DJ standing there with a huge, stupid-looking smile on his face. Waving his hand out dramatically, he continues, "How about a first dance from the happy couple…?"

A frown forms on Sakura's lips while almost everyone else in the banquet hall breaks out into words of encouragement as well as applause. Feeling the small shift at her side, she's forced to peer up at her husband as he stands up to his full height before turning to offer his hand out to her. She stares at it with some disgust, but knowing she has no choice here, she downs the rest of her champagne in a single gulp before leaving the beloved glass behind on the table so she can do as everybody wishes.

She doesn't take his polite, outstretched hand but instead, stands on her own. Wobbling slightly, she rudely pushes past him as she starts out towards the dance floor and leaves him to follow behind which he does though she knows that her current manners aren't something that's surely pleasing him.

Coming to a stop out in the middle of the floor, she turns to him and immediately prepares to start up the unpleasant dance with him. Her right hand slips into his own while her left hand reaches up to rest lightly on his shoulder. With repulsion, she feels his other hand slip behind her, coming to a stop in the middle of her back before the DJ puts on a sickening song that talks about undying love.

Without a word, the move together and he leads her with perfect grace across the floor while onlookers fawn over how beautiful she looks today or how anyone would be more than happy to be standing next to his side.

All the silly conversation and the dizzying motions gives her a small headache which causes her to lose a bit of the control she usually maintains over herself and before she can make sense of anything, she feels the heel of her shoe catch on the end of her blasted dress. The accident sends her stumbling slightly as she tries to keep up with him while regaining her composure.

"It would seem that all of the alcohol you've consumed has finally caught up with you…"

She glances up into the face of the man who's teasing her with a hard glare marring her normally soft features. "Shut it," she commands of him simply in a harsh whisper.

"It seems to have given you quite a sharp tongue as well," he acknowledges with a smirk as he only taunts her further. "This is a side that I have not seen from you before dear wife."

Irritation caused by Sasori bubbles inside of her before spilling over. Using her foot as the new dangerous weapon, she slams her high-heeled foot down onto one of his own, and with a satisfied look, she watches as a short grimace of pain flashes across his face, interrupting his usually smug expression.

"Whoops," she breathes out through clenched teeth. "My bad. I just seem to be so damn clumsy today…"

Suddenly, his hand that's holding her own grips hers tighter in an unrelenting hold that's almost painful, and though she tries to hide how much it hurts from him, a small hiss escapes out from behind her lips.

"Quite a spirit you got there," she hears him commend in a low voice, and meeting his gaze, she sees that most of his front has dissipated and been replaced with a slight malice. "I might have to break it if you don't watch it..."

Her olive eyes widen because of the small threat he's placed on the table and she almost comes to stop in her steps because of it.

The song that still floats from the speakers starts to reach its closing as he continues, "I really don't care how you act to others, but I do expect you to show me the proper respect," He extends his hand to elegantly send her in a pretty spin before she's right back in his arms so they can continue the dance. "I have no doubt that you already know that you're pretty much just a lucky card that was traded to me for certain reasons because of your father so you should know your place..."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the song finally comes to an end and as the couple comes to a stop, the crowd bursts into a loud applause. Immediately, she tries to free herself from his grasp as she pulls away but he doesn't let her go just yet. Instead, he swiftly leans in closer to her until his mouth is right next to her ear. "

"Just remember that you are nothing more than something among the lines of a puppet to me whose strings I now own," he whispers the nasty sentence sweetly to her and to everybody else watching, the words probably only look like he's telling her something that's full of love. "Remember that."

He feels her stiffen in his hold which causes a smirk to cross his lips as he moves back to meet her shocked gaze. "Thank you for the dance," he tells her softly before taking his leave.

She sways slightly without his support, watching him the whole time as he walks away to go mingle with the rest of their guests before she decides that this really wasn't the occasion to go and release the doves.