The Wooing of the Pink Haired Artist

by Gypsy Fighter

Some people assumed that what they had was easy, and smooth. In reality, it wasn't, she was the not so rich collage artist that everyone knew was going to go far that was always on the tips of peoples tongues and was absentminded, and forgetful. While Madara was a bad boy that some how managed to catch the absentminded Sakura. M for Safety.

25. Chapter 25 Glare

Prompt: Glare

Word count: 108

Sakura sat, panting slightly, while Madara turned to face the person. With surprise he noticed it was Deidara. The glare that was sent to Deidara left him know just how unappreciated his interruption was. Deidara tried to peak around Madara, straining for a sight of Sakura, who was fully blocked from view by Madara. Madara shifted, keeping himself between Deidara and Sakura.

When Sakura peeked over Madara's shoulder, somewhat composed now, she glared at Deidara as well. Deidara shifted "Well… I gotta go, yeah." Twirling Deidara headed for the exit. "Sakura, that's a nice hickey by the way."

Sakura yelped, her hand flying up to cover her neck.

A/N: I don't think I said this earlier, but Deidara is definitely not going to have a accent