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I'm sure many of you are wondering when I'm going to be posting the next chapter for With Her Hands and Heart. Well . . . I'm getting to it. It's just in the middle of writing up another chapter that; ideas for this little number came to mind. So! I will be working on this, With Her Hands and Heart, and Down the Rabbit Hole that I have partnered with coffee whore. You should go read it. It's only one chapter, but pretty awesome.


Chapter 11:

Sai

~o.O.o~

The only way he could describe the day would be average. He woke up, preformed his daily hygiene, dressed, obtained a substantial meal for breakfast and even managed to take time shopping for art supplies before Dickless showed up to drag him to the hospital to visit Ugly.

Staring blankly at an even blanker drawing pad, Sai frowned.

No, his only female teammate wasn't ugly. Despite the oddity of her coloring, and his initial thoughts of her, Sakura was from 'ugly'. She was actually quite picturesque and Sai had an unusual fascination about drawing her. So, when heard that she had hospitalized after being critically injured, the first thought that came to mind was how could he draw Sakura if she wasn't there anymore?

Putting his pencil down, Sai flipped through the last few drawings. They were void of all color; having opted to work in shades of gray which represented the heavy grief that filled Sakura's hospital room. Turning to the last drawing, Sai instantly felt a familiar heavy weight pressing against his chest, and a burning in his eyes.

Sketched painstakingly from memory was a moment Sai instinctively knew he wasn't supposed to have seen. At the time he was merely curios, but watching Sakura, who had been sitting up, wrap her arms around herself then curl up as much as her injuries allowed her, triggered something deep within him. A silent realization that she was hurting more anyone really knew.

"I can walk on my own you know."

"Hn, troublesome."

Raising his head, Sai looked up ahead of where he was sitting and quickly his interest was piqued. Walking down a slightly less populated road was a man Sai wasn't quite familiar with, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the sight of seeing Sakura being carried by the man on his back. With his arms wrapped under her knees and lower legs, Sakura had her own arms loosely wrapped around the man's neck.

It was then, Sai saw it.

The softening in Sakura's eyes even when they brightened up in color to the man's words. The brief tightening of her arms as she craned her neck to press her lips against his cheek in a quick show of affection, and the small smile on her lips as she leans her head against the man's shoulder.

Words weren't needed and as Sai watched them pass by, completely unaware of his presences, he then turned back to his drawing pad. Flipping to a clean page, he reached for his pink drawing pencil.

~o.O.o~


~ sasyd