I stil don't own the awesomeness that is called Naruto - VZ

Sakura was walking silently, not really heading anywhere in particular. The medic-nin was simply bored and nothing better to do. And so she wandered around Akatsuki' s underground base. Surprisingly, without any supervision at all. Usually she would be escorted by any available member of the feared shinobi group. But today she walked alone. Although the pinkette was quite relieved by this, she was also just as irritated. Did they stop the constant observation of her every move because they believed she couldn't escape? That she had no way of contacting anybody?

The medic-nin huffed in frustration.

Well, they were right. It wasn't like she didn't try to escape. She did. Several times in fact. Her only problem was either getting lost in the many corridors and hallways or bumping into a member of the Akatsuki. At some point, they wouldn't even ask where she was going. Each and Every one of those criminals knew about her burning desire to leave this place.

Sakura didn't even bother to find her way back to her room if she ever got lost. Any one of the shinobi will merely appear and direct her to the right direction. It was disconcerting to say the least. And The fact that they weren't completely hostile towards her, some were even nice to her.

Suddenly, Kisame appeared in her mind's eye. A feeling of warmth filled her belly. Sakura couldn't find it in herself to hate the missing-nin as much as she had before. She even found comfort in his company. His jokes and sharp-toothed grin eased her fears just a bit.

The pinkette sighed; she was getting comfortable around S-rank missing-nins. This was not good.

As she was passing by a door that was slightly open, Sakura heard a rather interesting conversation.

"Don't you see?! True art is transient, fleeting. Fading after a moment." A boyish and loud voice reached Sakura's ears. Green eyes widened when realizing the owner of said voice is none other than the blonde, Deidara. A scoff was heard right after the bomber's persuasive words.

"Foolish boy, genuine art is eternal. Captured and conserved for future generations." A much more mellow voice replied with conviction.

It was Sasori, Sakura was sure of it. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

The medic-nin leaned towards the door that was left ajar, wanting to hear more of their views on art. In truth, she was fascinated on how these two artist thought about their craft. How they remained partners even though they had contrasting interpretations of art.

"What? Real art must be momentary…gone the second it was created! An Explosion of beauty in a single instant!" Sakura's heart went out to the blonde, whose words were filled with so much passion for his craft.

Unfortunately, the pinkette was so concentrated, contemplating on Deidara' s explanation of art. She didn't realize the majority of her weight was pressed to the thin layer of wood.

Before she could back away, the door had moved, taking her with it.

"Ah!" Sakura gasped just as she fell face forward.

It was silent.

Green eyes fluttered open.

Only to meet with a sky blue and a dark shade of hazel.

"….Uh…Hi?"

Inner promptly face palmed.

"Sakura? What are you doing here yeah?" The blond asked while molding a handful of clay. His eyes that were so impossibly blue were filled with curiosity. Well, at least he wasn't as rude to her as he was before. She thought.

"Oh….I was…just wandering around. I got bored." She muttered while standing up and dusting herself off with as much dignity as she could. The pinkette was about to take her leave when calm yet strong voice stopped her.

"….Haruno-san, whose view do you think is true art? " Sasori gestured to himself and Deidara.

Sakura was startled for a moment, her jaw almost dropping. Was Sasori of the red sand actually asking her what she thought of real art? The medic-nin couldn't believe he was actually taking note of her presence. Let alone question her about her views on art.

For a while it was silent.

Then the ten year old answered the missing-nin' s question with a level gaze.

"I think genuine art is limitless, expressed in any way possible. It can disappear in a single moment. Yet, it can also be everlasting. I guess I think both of your views on art is true."

The medic-nin didn't pay much attention to art before. But, she appreciated it though. She wasn't very close to any other kind of craft unless it was ninja or medic related. That was her craft.

And in truth, Sakura wasn't trying to please both parties and tell them they were both right. Deep down, she knew it was true. Both their views were right. It's just that after hearing both their arguments, she couldn't help but feel the same. Art doesn't have any boundaries. It can disappear in less than a second yet it can last years.

Sakura rambled on, unaware of the two artist staring at the little girl in front of them

"There is beauty in that instant, just before your art disappears, you can revel in the beauty it's made and the bang it left behind" Green eyes met with blue and she swore there was joy in them. The blonde seemed to lighten up at her proclamation. Obviously happy she mentioned his favorite word.

Deidara' s lips formed into a smile at the pinkette' s words, including the ones on his palms.

"But I also believe art has the ability to surpass time, to be able to be passed down to the next generation of Artists, I suppose…." She trailed off.

"…. Impossible, two so different cannot be the same."

Sasori regarded the young girl in front of him with respect yet confusion. Respect because she was able to defeat him before. Although she had help, and his pride was still rather bruised from being beaten by a little girl. The puppet master deemed her worthy of being called 'Haruno-san' instead of 'little girl'.

The very name he used to call her in the cave where their fight had begun. Even then he was impressed by her strength and tenacity in the midst of battle.

"Well, You asked a question and you got your answer. If you don't like it, then don't bother asking in the first place." Sakura said while combing through her long, coral pink strands of hair.

Sasori raised an eyebrow at this.

"So you think both our forms of art is 'true art'?" He questioned the kunoichi standing before him.

"I just said so didn't I?" She replied whilst placing her hands on her hips and rolling her green eyes.

Earlier worries and embarrassment faded as soon as she started rambling about their art. Sakura was no longer worried about being brazen towards Sasori or Deidara, especially the blonde. She had already worn his shirt for crying out loud! Sakura wore his garment several times in the Akatsuki base, eliciting odd glances from most of its members in the process. But the shirt was too damn comfy that she really didn't find the effort to care.

"You are a very odd person Haruno-san." The red head stated with a- oh Kami- a smirk?

Sakura almost blushed. His good looks were much better and less broody looking when his lips tilted up into a smile. Well, almost smile.

"Takes one to know one." Her lips quirked up slightly.

The smirk widened further, into a small (practically miniscule) smile.

The pinkette' s heart beat sped up at the sight.

Uh-oh…

…..

A missing-nin who she supposedly killed was smiling at her like they were good friends.

…..

Oh no, here it is again.

The whole bantering and getting comfortable in the enemies' presence thing was back.

Sakura had to leave, now.

"Uh, I better go. Kisame might bring me my dinner soon." She muttered and quickly left the room, but not before asking where her room was and how to get back there. After waving and saying a curt good bye to both missing-nins, Sakura was gone as quick as she came.

"You were mean yeah, Sakura isn't odd. She's special." Deidara muttered darkly to his partner.

"I was being honest." Sasori replied.

"…But you're right about one thing." The puppet master said while fixing one of his puppet's arms.

"About what?" The bomber asked excitedly, it wasn't everyday that Sasori of the red sand would say you were correct.

"She is special." Sasori simply said, turning his back to the blonde so that he could finish readying his puppets for their upcoming mission, but not before Deidara spotted that small smirk on his lips.

Smirk? Since when did Sasori-danna show any form of emotion? Let alone a good one to make him smile like that.

Deidara felt a sudden dislike directed at his partner, though this time, the reason wasn't because of their different perspectives on art.

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