Disclaimer/ No, I do not own Naruto and I never will. Go ahead and be mean about it.
AN/ Please review, flames are welcome.Really...I do not care. I wish I had time to read instead of having to write this every day. It takes more time that you would think.
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Chapter Twenty Six
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'I have a mind and a heart. These are my innermost domains. They are my lands and I am their rulers. Or at least I was until my queen came in a took over.'
"Sasori! Where are you?" Sakura called from outside the sitting room Sasori was hiding in.
The red haired man jumped and quickly stuffed something under the couch and pulled out a thick book, pretending to read it. "I'm right here Sakura chan!"
"Oh, don't look! I want to suprise you. Close your eyes real quick."
Sasori smiled and closed his eyes. "As you wish."
"Are the closed?" "Shut tight."
"Okay I'm coming in."
Sasori resisted the urge to open his eyes when he hear a swishing sound, like the sound of fabric rustling agings skin. He wanted to open his eyes and see Sakura, but she seemed to be taking an interest in his prolonged torture. "May I open my eyes now?"
"No, I want to see you suffer a bit more. It's funny to see you twitch and jerk in your seat. It's not that often I get to hold something over you like this," Sakura giggled.
"Sakura..." Sasori complained in a groaning tone. He really didn't like waiting. Waiting for things he especially liked were even harder. "Please release me from this hold and let me open my eyes."
"Alright, you've suffered enough for me, you can open up your eyes now."
Sasori lifted his eyes lids and looked up at Sakura, surprised to see her standing there in a short lolita style dress of red and black. It didn't have much frills, and most people wouldn't call it lolita, but there was a layer of black lace over a gray dress with a bow under the chest and black lacy gloves that reached her elbows. Konan had done Sakura's hair up in a fancy bun with a few stray curls falling around the face.
Only a bit of gloss for her lips and some eye shadow were applied to her face. Sasori always knew Sakura was a natural beauty, this only reassured his theory.
"Why are you dressed like that? Are you going out somewhere?"
"The day after tomorrow is my real birthday, but Konan nee chan wanted to take me out tonight for a girl's night party. Just the two of us. She said it would be her gift to me right before I get married. Don't forget, we have a set date now."
"I would never forget something so important, Sakura chan," Sasori replied, pulling himself up into a standing position.
"Good, because if you did, I would never forgive you," Sakura giggled lightly punching Sasori in the chest much like an anime girl would in her movies.
Really she has been watching too much of that stuff. She and Konan stayed up two nights in a row watching the compleate Ourah high school host club series as well as some anime called Haruka: beyond the stream of time.
Sakura really liked the last one. She started crying when some guy named Yasuaki sang at the end of one episode. If that guy was real, Sasori would have most likely killed him for making his future bride cry.
"When are you leaving?" Sasori asked smiling down at Sakura as he patted a lock of her cherry colored hair behind her ear.
"In thirty minuets. I still have to pick out some shoes to go with this outfit. There is this one pair of bots I really like, but then I was thinking more alone the lines of high heels since this is some what of a fancy dress. I'll have to ask Konan nee chan later about what she things."
"What about me?"
Sakura looked up surprised. "What?"
"What about me. Why can't you ask me about stuff like this. I would love speaking to you."
Sakura smiled and than began to giggle. Before long she was laughing against his chest as she gasped for air to fill her deprived lungs.
"Sakura, I fail to see the humor in my comments. I assure you I was completely earnest in all that I said. What causes you to act in such a manner?"
Sakura soon settled down, wiping away a stray tear that would have messed up her mascara if she wore any. "I'm sorry Sasori. But It's just...what you said. You wanted to help me pick out shoes?"
"Yes."
(Please insert more laughing.) "Do you know how crazy funny that just sounded?"
"No."
"Ah, I didn't think you did. Anyway, I know what I want, will you help me put on my high heels, they are a pain in the ass to tie up."
Sasori picked a black lace up shoe and softly slipped it onto Sakura's foot, making sure it was secured, he began to tie it up. The ribbons of ink black were very long, and went all the way up to Sakura's knees. Stopping at her knee, the red haired youth tied the ribbons in a bow behind her leg. Keeping his face bowed he repeated the same process with the other shoe.
"You know Sasori, this kind of reminds me of Cinderella with the whole shoe thing. You know she grows up and gets married to a prince a becomes a princess. I really loved that story when I was a little girl. I always wanted to be a princess."
Sasori chuckled, looking up after finishing tying her ribbons in a bow. He smirked at her with a knowing look in his eyes or blood red. "To me, Sakura chan, you are much more than a princess. To me you are a queen, ruling in all her shining beauty and radiating glory."
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AN/ This is in response to a challenge Gigicerisier posted on her Sakura Sasori form. It's a one month challenge fic that will (God willing) be updated every day.
Only a week more to go! Wohoo!
I hope you all like it and review! Please review! I love reviews.
Ja ne people.