Hey everybody, I know last chapter I promised a deisaku, but I've already done two of those, so I figured our main man Sasori-no-danna should be the next lucky lad. Don't worry, each Akatsuki member will get their own chapter.
Summary:
The oracle of Ammon announced that no relief would be found until the king exposed his daughter Andromeda (Sakura) to the monster, Cetus, and so she was fastened naked to a rock on the shore. Perseus (Sasori) slew the monster and, setting her free, claimed her in marriage. Drama.
Andromeda's Galaxy
'What had her mother done!?' Sakura loved her mother, she really did, but only a fool would make the claim Mebuki had made. More beautiful than the Nereids? No, no matter how lovely her mother was, there was no competing with the nymphs. Nothing good would ever come from challenging the gods, nothing.
Now, here she was, chained to a fucking rock, naked as the day she was born, because her mom couldn't keep her big fat mouth shut. Apparently the punishment of boasting against the sea nymphs was getting a sea monster sicked on the entire nation. This is fucking ridiculous. It was rumored that Poseidon had a nasty temper, but so did she, and she certainly wouldn't destroy an entire country because of what one queen had said. Were the nymphs' egos so fragile that they couldn't handle one measly slight? She recoiled slightly, this was the pattern of thinking that got Mebuki (and herself by proxy) in trouble.
Once the monster Cetus had come to their coast, wreaking havoc on everyone and everything, her parents had panicked, looking for a solution. They had found the oracle of Ammon, who had said that in order for this madness to stop, I had to be sacrificed. Bullshit, that dumb oracle had it out for her. Maybe she'd come back as a ghost and haunt them. That'd be good. Yeah, sounds like a plan.
A thunderous roar in the distance tore her away from her macabre thoughts, and out to the raging sea. Splashes of salt water came up to sting her delicate skin, leaving it raw from the onslaught. She knew that that'd be the least painful experience for her today. The pinkette couldn't say that she was excited to be mauled and killed. She'd probably get eaten too, hopefully after she was dead.
Her wrists and feet hurt, and she wished that she could at least be comfortable before she died. The stone didn't exactly feel to good on her rear and back either. The waves grew more and more aggressive, signaling that the behemoth was coming closer. Her knees were knocking together, teeth chattering, and her eyes dilated in fear. No matter how grumpy she might act, Cetus was fucking terrifying.
Her thoughts were as scrambled as the ocean's waves, never ending. She could see his scaly body cutting through the waves like a knife. Obviously the volatile water did nothing to deter him from devouring her. The instincts to flee were strong within, leading Sakura to struggle against her bindings. All that actually happened was her nearly pulling her arms out of their sockets.
Bile moved up her throat, the burning bringing tears of fear and pain, caUsing her eyes to glitter. Hair was flying wildly as she thrashed, hoping for a miracle.
His long neck rose from the water, and the pinkette swore she could see a grin on his hideous face. His face was wrinkled and his nose pushed in in the ugliest of ways. Jagged, yellow teeth stuck out haphazardly from his grotesque, grinning jaws. Even though he was a good fifteen feet from her, his fishy stench invaded her nostrils, and then she really did throw up her bile.
As his body came closer, shadow looming, her eyes no longer held her tears, as they made their salty tracks down her pale cheeks.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her death staring at her in the face. A blast of air and a warrior's cry sounded from somewhere to her left. Her eyes bugged open, wanting to see who'd be dumb enough to confront this beast.
'It was a man!' He was running on air it seemed, but taking a closer look, his sandals were winged. 'His shoes had wings!? What the heck?' His helm reflected golden light into her eyes. On his back there was a satchel, what it contained was a mystery though. Blood red hair was ruffled around in the commotion.
The mystery man was ducking and weaving about, infuriating Cetus. A terrible screech erupted from the monster's mouth, his bulging, bloodshot eyes swiveling around, trying to keep track of the agile man.
Her hero landed with grace in front of her, his sword releasing her from her binds. All the blood rushed down to her limbs, causing heat and uncomfortable prickling sensations. The pinkette vigorously rubbed her sore wrists, groaning from the painful bruises she had acquired.
The man had once more turned around to face her tormentor. He no longer looked at her, probably so she could keep at least a little modesty.
'That's right... I'm naked!' Her face and chest area seemed to erupt in a brilliant shade of pink at her nudity.. She quickly brushed her wild pink hair in front of her breasts to hide them. Her embarrassment and vanity were dumb, she knew, but stroking her hair helped calm her down.
The warrior twists so he was looking back at her.
"Close your eyes!" He bellowed.
Not knowing why, she immediately obeyed him, but her curiosity and panic wanted her to open them. Sakura persisted though, not even daring to open her eyes.
There was a rustling of leather, then a terrible groan and roar of pain. It sounded like a rock was crumbling, then all noise stopped. The sea was still, and there was no sign of life to be heard.
She could no longer resist the temptation to look, her green eyes popping open. What she saw astounded her. The man was alive! He stood in place, panting, a gash bleeding sluggishly on his arm. She saw a few thin, limp snakes flopping out of his satchel, which now lay on the ground. Sakura gave it a wide berth, rushing over to her savior, wanting to thank him.
Seeing no body of a slain monster, she looked up and around. Her eyes widened in awe, a small gasp choking her lips. Cetus was stone still. Literally. His body was perfectly preserved, made out of gray, wet stone. His face was forever frozen in horror and agony, a terrifying sight indeed.
The now calm waves lapped at the morbid statue, and a balmy breeze blew over her. The stillness of the surrounding environment helped soothe her.
A rough, warm hand came down to lay on her shoulder, startling her. She whipped around, staring around and up, looking at the man. He was handsome, it was true. His teeth flashed in a tired grin, a long breath washing over her face.
His hand squeezed lightly, trying to convey comfort to the shaken up woman.
She sighed slightly, glad that the ordeal was over.
Sakura couldn't be more grateful.
~Sasori's POV~
She was beautiful, her gorgeous green eyes looking up at him, her eyes moist with tears. His hand adored the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips.
She was what he wanted, and he was glad he made it in time to rescue this woman.
His usually hard brown eyes softened, but it would be only for her. He wanted to touch her pouty lips, so he did. His thumb came up to stroke it, delighted at her willingness and the texture of her delectable mouth.
All he wanted now was her, all of her, she would be his wife. As cheesy as it sounded, he'd never felt this way before. Never had he felt this tender emotion, such caring for another person. Deidara would definitely bust his gut laughing if he saw his hard-ass friend melting for a veritable (though lovely) stranger.
He was past the point of caring; Sasori felt what he felt, and that was that.
He gently scooped her in his arms, and had a battle of wills to keep his eyes focused solely on her face. In one bound he was off, and a pleased rumbled sounded in his chest as she wound her arms around his neck.
"Let's go home, princess."
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Next time: HidanSaku high school AU
Hidan is a total jackass, and Sakura stands up to him, he adores it. Humor.
