Words: 119
Prompt: Enter Akatsuki, Dramatic, stomping.
Sakura woke up to Madara stroking her hair, she lifted her head and let out a slight purr. Looking directly at him, into his half open maroon black eyes, Sakura smiled sleepily at him before nesting her head back onto his chest.
Both of them jumped in surprise when the door to the studio was slammed open. Sakura's surprise rather quickly turned into a snarl. Madara was slightly uncomfortable at how turned on her angry face made him.
When Deidara marched in, his jacket flaring for effect, Sakura groaned. Madara groaned when he saw the rest of Akatsuki file in after the stomping Deidara.
"Cousin," Itachi started, smirking slightly, "I believe that you have been trying to hide something."
Kay. First, some commented something on my other story, and it kind of brought me down. It wasn't anything mean, it wasn't exactly nice. She presented a few idea's that I will keep in mind, but at the same time⦠my writing style is a little different because English isn't exactly my only language, and sometimes, the things that go in English don't exactly go with the other languages I speak/write.
