Title: No Strings Attached
Summary: The streets of Peckham are littered with crime and poverty while the borough of Mayfair lives in style. What happens when those from different sides meet by chance? SasoriItachi, GaaraSasuke
Disclaimer: Woh, trying to update 4 times in one day sure is difficult
Sasori
Sasori sipped the glass of red wine, taking in a more than generous amount
"So anyway Mummy, I've got all this sorted out but the flourist told me that there wouldn't be enough white roses!! I'm at my wit's end!!" Temari prattled on, almost in tears. He glanced over at Gaara who rolled his eyes. Sasori smirked
"Temmy darling I'm sure all this will be sorted out in time. Why did they say their wouldn't be enough roses?"
"Ugh something to do with bad weather" Temari whined
"Mum can I have some more Yorkshire pudding?" Kankuro asked
"Of course darling, Sasori do you want some more gravy?" Karura asked pleasantly getting up and taking another Yorkshire pudding out of the oven for Kankuro.
"No thank you"
"Some more parsnips perhaps?"
"No thank you"
"Roast potatoes"
"No truly, thank you but I'm full up" Sasori firmly "It was delicious"
"Mm I've missed your cooking" Gaara added
"Oh you all flatter me" Karura laughed
"Muuum, help me sort this wedding oouuttt" Temari said jumping in her chair slightly
"Gaara" Sasori said turning to his youngest cousin "I was thinking of a way for you to get a decent bit of research done"
"You have been?" Gaara said helping himself to more mint sauce, "I thought you said-"
"Why not go find some old tramp and interview him"
"Oh you won't get any sense from them" Kankuro said overhearing the conversation and pouring himself some more wine "They're all mad as a hatter…you'd get more sense from Temari"
Temari scowled over at him
"Not all are mad, don't go interviewing the one with the shopping trolleys who walk around Hyde Park square but go over and find another tramp, one that has at least some ability to speak and ask him if for an interview. How he got into his situation, what sort of circumstances does he come across in the world of tramps"
"You know Sasori…that's not such a bad idea." Gaara said looking more interested
"I'll find you a good one. We'll drive over to Hackney or Kilburn, or Somewhere in South London, that's where the worst ones are" Kankuro said laughing
Karura frowned "I don't like the sound of that. What if they mug you?"
"I'll keep an eye on him, I'll wait in the car" Sasori said "If they try anything I'll be right there"
"Me too Mum" Kankuro said
"Hmm…be careful then"
Sasori lay back on his bed; his thoughts went back to what he had said to Gaara earlier about everyone boring him. It was a sad truth. Everyone he met was the same to him; the women were all obsessed with horses and shopping trips in Paris, and the men, all pseudo intellectuals. They thought just because they got into Oxford or Cambridge then they were automatically intelligent.
He wanted someone real, someone who stimulated his mind as well as his loins, though the latter was important too.
Sasori was a firm believer that one must have their perfect mate to have experienced life to any kind of potential. There was one for everyone whether you look for them or are brought together by fate…so where was his? Would he be cursed in never finding one until he reached a distant age? Or was his love just around the corner? Sasori sighed miserably, he felt ever so ridiculous thinking of this notion of love. It was purely a thought from someone with far too much time on their hands. He should preoccupy his mind with something else. His thoughts moved to Gaara's study. As much as he stood by his convictions that first year "was a doss" he liked to see Gaara excel in his work and liked to see the pride on his face when he had achieved something. Sasori stared up at the ceiling, to achieve greatness one must do something ground breaking and unexpected. He thought through the idea of that planned interview, how to make it closer and more personal…