The redhead stood before the great marble piece, hazel eyes unblinking. He was not a religious man by any means, but the sight of this thing of beauty made his breath catch in his throat.
Maybe he should pick up sculpting again.
"Leaves you kinda speechless, don't it?" Akemi says by his side. Sasori simply nods, his hand finding it's way to hers to hold it loosely. The Pietà was one of Michelangelo's most famous pieces, showing the lamentation of Christ. The way that the marble moved, flowing from hand to foot to hair to clothing, conveying the looseness of the body of Jesus and the tension and anguish drawing Mary's body tight. It was beautiful, the work of a true master, something that would last until the world ended.
To be truthful, Sasori was a little jealous. But for now he was content to simply look and absorb at the wonders that this foreigner had created.
Of course, one could only stare at marble for so long. Even Sasori eventually got his fill, gently leading Akemi to the door of the church. The two of them certainly stood out in the crowd; colored hair and pale skin standing out starkly from the mostly dark hair and olive skin tones of the people flocking around them, they attracted a bit of attention. But most eyes only caught for a second before going back to what they were doing. At least it'd be easy to find each other if they got lost in the crowds.
But Sasori didn't let that happen. He kept a tight hold of his gi- wife's hand (gods, that would take some getting used to), keeping her close by his side as they walked through the streets of Italy. They didn't speak the language, and they could hardly make sense of the little translation book they had, but still.
Maybe this honeymoon wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Direct continuation of the last one. (Well. Mostly direct.)
These keep getting short and I don't know why. I try to make them all around 500 words at least and this one (excluding this AN) is 322. What the heckie.
Oh well.
-Jack