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Breathe Himawari. Keep calm and breath. Play it cool. Sasori wants to take you upstairs… maybe there was a balcony upstairs or something? A balcony where you could talk privately and…
"Moron!" I paused in my movements as I heard a loud, yet recognizable voice yelling.
"Was that… Naruto?" There was the sound of plates shattering, and suddenly everyone at the party seemed to be heading towards the kitchen. I glanced before me and Sasori had also stopped as well. A part of me was relieved as I began heading in the direction of the disturbance. I mean, I liked Sasori, he was the love of my life…but I wasn't sure if I wanted to go upstairs with him.
I felt a soft grip on my wrist, and I glanced back at the red head.
"We can check it out later," slowly, his hand trailed from my wrist down to my hands where he laced our fingers. "Come on," he'd lost the pushy tone he'd had while we were in front of Zabuza, and there was an almost tangible patience to his words. I changed my mind, I definitely wanted to go upstairs with him now.
Glancing around me I noticed that no one seemed to be focused on us, everyone moving towards the kitchen and not paying any attention to their surroundings. No one seemed aware that we were quietly disappearing upstairs together. Was this a good thing, or a bad thing?
Sasori's grip was gentle, if I really wanted to I could pull my hand back, but for the most part I was curious. Realistically I'd been madly in love with the boy for years, but this was the first time I'd ever really touched him, or the first time I'd ever really been alone with him.
I'd never heard of him having a girlfriend, or even really hooking up with girls, but then again there was a lot I didn't know about him. Was this a good idea? Was I over thinking things?
"So um… where are we going?" I'd asked the question before, but now that we had reached the top of the stairs I suddenly felt a bit nervous. My stomach was knotting up with butterflies as I tried to process what was happening.
"Itachi's bedroom," was Sasori response. I swallowed hard all the possibilities flashing through my mind. Were we going to kiss? Maybe more? Did I want to do that? I mean… I'd been madly in love with Sasori for so long… and now things were moving so fast. No Himawari, this was exciting. Besides, if you got uncomfortable or something you could just scream. I mean, there was light music but it wasn't that loud. Oddly enough though, there didn't seem to be anyone upstairs.
"Why um… why are we going there?" He paused in his walking, glancing back at me. Very slowly, almost cautiously he moved closer, until he was right before me. I could feel his breath on my cheek and a part of me almost flinched as he raised his hand suddenly, but I calmed down as he slowly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You know why," was his breathy response before he turned around, reclasping my hand.
I could feel my palms getting sweaty at his sudden confession. I mean, it wasn't a real confession, but it was definitely him conveying something of importance. I couldn't deny what was about to happen, and realistically he must have planned this.
He'd invited me to a party, found me at that party, and dragged me upstairs. This could only mean one thing… all this time, that I'd been madly in love with Sasori… had he been madly in love with me? Was this the romantic ever after I'd always wanted, and it was all mine at last?
Pausing in front of a plain wooden door, Sasori opened it before motioning me in first. Slowly, almost cautiously I entered.
I'd been worried that this party was some sort of trick, some sort of way for Deidara to get back at me… but really it was a way for Sasori to confess his feelings. This was probably the happiest moment in my life.
I took in Itachi's room, curious at the bland palate. The room was decorated in blues and greys, but aside from some clothes peeping out of a closet, it didn't really look lived in. In all truth, it probably could've passed for a guest room. There weren't any posters or… I paused as I neared the mirror, noting a series of pictures of what I assumed were a younger Itachi and Sasuke. They were the photos one got after leaving a Photo Booth, and I took in how happy both of the siblings looked.
"They don't look that cheerful now, do they?" I felt myself still slightly as Sasori closed the door behind him, but I was relieved when I noted he didn't lock it. Seeming to sense my nervousness he kept a wide distance.
"I've noticed the way you've been looking at me… to be honest, you haven't exactly been coy about it." I felt myself blush under his heated gaze, not used to his blunt way of talking. Usually Sasori danced around issues but now… he was being so assertive. A part of me really liked it, but the other part was a bit anxious. I mean… here we were, alone… in a bedroom.
Unconsciously I moved toward the large queen, which seemed to dominate the room, sitting myself down on it. My knees were suddenly weak but it wasn't until after I'd relaxed I'd noted the predicament I'd put myself in. I shifted my purse off my shoulder, trying to get as comfortable as I could given the circumstances. There was no need to be nervous… expect that there was totally a need to be nervous!
Great Himawari, alone in a room with a boy and you head straight for the bed. Way to leave an impression. Judging by his curved lips though, Sasori doesn't really seem to mind. Now he's approaching you… oh boy.
What should I do? What should I do?
"I mean, I kind of had a feeling when you fought Deidara for the seat next to me. Do you remember that?" I could feel my cheeks heating up, but at this point I didn't even really care. Sasori knew how I felt about him… and he felt the same way. Why else would he invite me upstairs? "I mean… you were so determined to sit next to me… it was adorable." Yep that was a compliment. This was really happening.
Perched on the edge of the bed, I half expected Sasori to sit next to me. Oddly enough though, he kneeled before me.
"I've seen the way you've been looking at me since you got to Konoha High… and to be honest, I've been looking at you as well." My heartbeat began to race, and I heard the loud pounding in my ears. This was really happening. I wasn't misinterpreting or imagining anything, this was actually reality.
Slowly kneeling in front of me, Sasori placed his arms on my knees, moving my hair slightly and cupping my cheek. "To be honest… I've been wanting to do this for a while." I closed my eyes and tried to inhale his scent, woodsy with a hint of pine. I could feel his body getting closer, feel his face closer to mine, and I sat as still as I could.
"Sasori…" I breathed the name out both to pause the moment, and to take it in.
"It's alright. He doesn't have to know…" His words took me by surprise, not really understanding there meaning. Who didn't have to know? A few seconds later it didn't even matter, because suddenly he was kissing me.
His lips were colder than I expected them to be, but just as soft. He pressed them against mine just as gentle as I expected before he pulled away. It was a simple kiss, more of a peck really, but as my eyes fluttered open I didn't really mind. I hadn't just kissed Sasori… it was better than that. Sasori Akasuna had kissed me.
"It… it was before that…" Perhaps I should've enjoyed the moment, but this was it. Now was the time for me to confess my emotions. I'd gone all these years of wanting to tell him the truth… and here was the perfect opportunity. He perked an eyebrow, clearly confused by my odd phrasing and I realized I needed to get it out before I ruined the moment. "You said you noticed me staring since I got to Konoha High… but it was before that." He frowned this time, even more confused than before and I realized that I was really screwing up the mood. "I've had a crush on you ever since I was little." Surprise coated his eyes then.
"What… what do you mean since you were little?" He moved back slightly, far enough that he could still see me, but close enough that his hands were still on my knees. I fidgeted with my hands as I prepared myself to confess. I'd toyed with this scenario so many times… but now that it was here I was almost drawing a blank about what I should say.
"When I was in elementary school I broke my wrist." I tried to suppress the giggle of nervousness that tried to escape at the absurdity of it all. "You probably don't remember but I had on this ugly white cast and everyone wanted to sign it but I said no one could. Then this one kid got a sharpie and screwed it up." I saw his face shift as the familiarity of the situation dawned on him.
"He drew a worm…" I nodded remembering the younger days. Before I'd met Gaara I'd been just awkward enough and just shy enough to get picked on. Book worm was what they called me because I had no friends, and during recess I always just read.
"And it was the ugliest worm ever. It was hairy and gross," he nodded then, pieces of the memory coming back to him.
"And I found you crying by the sand castle," I nodded remembering one of the many statues adorning the elementary playground.
"I was a really big cry baby back then, and you asked me why I was crying, and I showed you the cast." A small smile seemed to lace his lips, as he continued to recall the situation.
"What did I say? I feel like it was something mean…" It was my turn to laugh as I remembered what it was to be young.
"You said it was the ugliest thing you'd ever seen." Wincing at that, he looked slightly guilty.
"I umm… I wasn't used to the whole sensitivity thing, and I remember I said that and you started balling." I could feel the tinge on my cheeks, and my hands shook slightly at the memory.
"And then you said…" He glanced up at me then, right in the eyes and for a brief moment I felt like we were back in the playground.
"I can fix it," the words escaped our lips at the same time and I couldn't help but admit how right this all felt. All those years of pining after him, and thinking about him… I was being rewarded for all of it now.
He'd gone and gotten markers and he sat down next to me and spent all of recess drawing on my cast, until it was the prettiest one I'd ever seen. That was when I knew he was the one.
"How… how do you remember that?" There was a crimson tinge to his cheeks and his eyes shifted from mine as he asked the question. He was embarrassed and it made him all the more endearing.
"You were my first crush. I went home and I told my mom, and she wrote the date and everything on the fridge." His eyes scrunched up as he began to process my confession.
"Wait a second… are you saying you've liked me since elementary school?" He seemed genuinely curious, which was a bit of a relief for me. There was a part of me that feared he'd get scared and freak out, but so far so good.
"Yeah. I um… I used to doodle little pictures of the two of us together… and every valentine's day I'd leave you a valentine…oh and on your birthday I'd make you a card…" Oh no Himawari. Should you have admitted that? I mean, was it cute or was it creepy? I kept my glance focused on my lap, noting that Sasori's hands were still on my knees, but that his fists had suddenly clenched.
"You…did… that was you?" Suddenly, he pulled back, lifting himself from his knees and standing upright. I glanced up embarrassed, realizing I may have taken the confession to far. I expected him to be maybe a bit angry or shocked, but instead… he just seemed scared.
Perhaps scared wasn't the right word, and horror stricken was more appropriate but Sasori looked like he'd just made a terrible mistake.
"It… it wasn't meant to be creepy or anything… I just umm…" Oh shit Himawari, you had a perfectly good situation and you ruined in.
"Shit, shit, shit." I winced at Sasori's sudden use of profanity, not used to it in the slightest. Was he scared and mad? "Those drawings you used to do, the crappy ones of the red head with all the hearts?" I felt my eyes widened as I remember one of my silly middle school habits. I'd doodled pictures of me and Sasori together, and sure they weren't very good but maybe crappy wasn't the… oh. He must think I'm some sort of stalker now. "Those drawings were of me, weren't they?" I bit my lip, a part of me wanted to lie but I figured it was better to be honest so feeling ashamed I nodded.
I mean, sure it might have been a bit… unorthodox, but I hadn't done anything too creepy. It wasn't like I kept bits of his hair, or smelled his shoes or anything creepy like that. I mean, I didn't even confess that I'd sometimes watch him get out of the shower… and perhaps that was for the best. I felt like I'd dug myself into a big whole and I needed to figure out the best way out of it.
"Look, I mean… I was really young back then. When you're young you do silly stuff…" Sasori had started pacing then looking back at me, but instead of the horror stricken look he'd had on earlier he looked… guilty?
"Himawari…shit. I um… I need to apologize." Apologize? Why would he apologize? "About what happened earlier… it was… it was a mistake…I shouldn't have…" I'd risen slightly off the bed to try and console him but I felt myself plop back on it now. Had I screwed it up? Would it have just been better if I'd kept my mouth shut? I mean, sure some of the stuff I did was weird… but was it that strange? I mean, kids do silly stuff like that… but for him to take it back… had I really screwed up that badly?
"Sasori…" I spoke his name determined to change his mind, but suddenly the door swung open and Deidara stormed in. I expected to have him glare at me immediately but with the angle of the door and the set up of Itachi's room I realized he hadn't seen me yet.
"Sasori, there you are. Forget the whole plan, she's not actually Gaara's girlfriend." Judging by the shock on Sasori's face and the sudden regretful look in Deidara's eyes as the two of them took me in, I realized that I'd just gathered information I shouldn't have been privy to.
What did he mean forget the plan? What plan? What did me being Gaara's…oh. I felt slightly nauseous as the actual reality of the situation began to slow sink in.
Ino and Sakura had been wrong the whole time. They'd thought this whole thing would be an attempt to get revenge back at me… but Gaara had threatened Deidara in the middle of the halls. I wasn't the target in any of this, I was just a casualty.
This was why Sasori had invited me. It's why he said I could invite my friends, it's why you kept asking about Gaara in the car. His earlier words suddenly made more sense. 'He doesn't have to find out…'
This was their brilliant plan for getting back at Gaara after he threatened Deidara… hooking up with his supposed girlfriend.
For a moment I'd feared Sasori was taking back his feelings, that my confession had been too overwhelming, but it was nothing like that. Sasori didn't have any of those feelings at all. I wasn't sure which of the situations hurt more, but either way this night had turned into a disaster.
"You never really liked me… you were just using me to get back at Gaara." Before either of them had a chance to respond I fled from the room, pushing past Deidara in my rush.
I need to get out of here, now.
Well... thoughts? You didn't think it was really going to be a happy ending, did you?
Did anyone see that coming? Do you like the story of how she fell in love with Sasori? Do the characters make sense? Was anyone a little OC?
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