I hate writer's block.
God, I have so many unfinished plot-bunnies in my head.
Chapter Two
The next day, Sakura was cleaning her apartment a little bit so Sai could actually walk through the door instead of through the window.
Instead, at four-forty-five, Sai came in through the window just as the pinkette was wiping her hands across her dirt and dust-streaked shirt. She was wearing an old shirt and turquoise short shorts.
Sakura frowned. "You could have used the door. And hi, you're early."
Sai sat on his haunches on her bed. "Hi to you too, Ugly."
Sakura growled. "You aren't supposed to call me that."
The dark-eyed artist shrugged non-committedly.
Sakura sighed. "Alright, where did I leave the lesson off?" she bit down on her pouty bottom lip, thinking.
"You were going to answer my question from yesterday. What was that for?" Sai stated patiently, watching Sakura intently.
Sakura felt his burning stare and shivered slightly. She pulled herself together. This really wasn't the time to fangirl her teammate. She was supposed to teach him!
"That was to show what you might feel because of a woman trying to seduce you, and succeeded in getting you to want them. I don't know if you felt it or not, but I'll take a haphazardous guess that you did."
He cocked his head. "What's it called? The feeling, I mean." he rearranged his body into a cross-legged position.
Sakura sat down next to him. "Um…" she bit her lip again. "It could be classified in differentiated words with multiple meanings, but all lead to a general meaning. Desire, appetite, want, longing, and lust, are words that pretty much mean probably what you felt, just to sum it up. Though I'm not sure, of course. I'm not a guy." she smiled wryly.
"I could try and seduce you, which I did yesterday, kind of, to show you how it feels again, but I may do it in the future." she gave a wink. "I say you better put up a good guard and willpower and prepare, it will be a random attack."
She laughed. Sai watched her.
"Well, this conversation feels very one-sided." Sakura smiled again, but her forehead furrowed in thought. She'd really have to think of a lesson plan, instead of whatever comes to her mind.
Silence reigned over the room.
Sakura finally laid back comfortably on her bed. "We'll go over manners first."
"Manners?" he cocked his head.
"Well, not necessarily manners, but the way to act. Get up."
Sakura walked towards her counter-table, where she stood next to a shiny ebony high short-backed tall chair, not unlike a barstool.
It looked like a bar counter.
"Sit down." she gestured to the chair on the opposite side of the counter.
He cocked his head again, calculatively, before sitting down. "Alright?" he asked, albeit confused.
She went to her milk white fridge, and yanked it open. She took out a jug of water, and grabbed two glasses.
They happened to be part of a crystal martini set Sakura got for her birthday from Ino and Shikamaru.
The artist raised an eyebrow as he recognized the funnel-shaped glass. "Martini?" he inquired shrewdly.
"They are my favourites." she huffed. She set them down. She slowly poured a measured amount of water in each. "It's water, not vodka." she sighed.
"Whatever." he took a slightly dainty sip.
"Every move you make, think before you move." she drained the glass in one swallow, and refilled it.
"Calculate it. Every move has a purpose, even if you don't intend it. Observe." she kept her eyes down until she felt the heavy and analytical stare of the artist.
She quickly flicked her eyes up to meet his, and then dropped back to her glass.
Sai felt a slight bit electrified. The immensely short moment of eye-contact gave him a jolt. The fleeting look, however minimized, gave him the impression she was shy or embarrassed or forbidden to meet his eye.
Yes, forbidden to meet his eye.
Then, almost absentmindedly, she brushed her fingers against the faintly translucent skin upon his relaxed knuckles. As if the blossom just realized she touched him, she covered her pouty red mouth with a dainty graceful hand in a 'oops' manner. She stared up at him imploringly, glittering green eyes dancing with shame, as if she didn't mean to and if he would forgive her.
He stared at her unused hand, catching it in an instinctive manner. Without thinking it through at all, coherent thought all mixed up, he lifted her hand, almost as pale as his, and brought it to his face.
With a slight smirk crossed with a smile, he pressed his pink-tinted lips to her hand in a princely, almost charming manner of a kiss. He gave a crooked smile, not fake-seeming in the least.
Her skin smelt of lilacs.
Sakura's cheeks flamed a dark pink, much to her own surprise.
No one had ever done that before to her. She'd never had such…..gentlemanliness shown to her ever before.
At that moment, Sai drew back. "My apologies, Miss."
But he said it tonelessly, flatly, no emotion at all.
But it still had its strangely desired effect.
Sakura flushed darker. She tried to pull back her hand, but Sai kept a firm hold upon it.
She managed to say, "Oh, no sir! It's all my fault! I should be apologizing!" in a fluttery, embarrassed manner that was genuine in every point.
He gave a smirk and let go.
Sakura anxiously grabbed her glass, and drained it. "Okay, where were you hiding the politeness?" she demanded.
"…" he looked cutely confused.
"I mean the my apologies, miss part!" Sakura exploded. She drank more water in an effort to calm herself. Her nerves were tingling, and her mind was in turmoil.
"I'm not sure." he folded up his hands.
She suddenly froze.
"That was perfect." she muttered levelly. "You know what, Sai? That was perfect."
She hopped off the barstool-high low backed chair, and sank into her couch. She gestured to next to her for Sai to sit.
He complied, settling comfortably next to her.
"I don't know how to explain this…but that politeness….it's striking." Sakura murmured.
He raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to be pleased with this?" he questioned.
"Well…I am." Sakura began to twirl a strand of pink hair, deep in thought.
His artist's eye fell upon the twirling strand.
He was slightly transfixed, watching the long, elongated manicured fingers twirling the strand of pink silky hair.
He continued to watch the hand, but snapped out of the self-induced trance. He tuned into Sakura's voice speaking.
"It's incredibly striking." she began. "Bewitching, to say." she bit down on her bottom lip. "Attracting, in my line of work. Most girls never had such politeness showered on them before."
He was now staring at the much abused bottom pale red lip. He watched it move to the rhythm of her speech.
"That alone, can be a weakness to women. Those in the line of work including sexual favor, rarely have any sort of polite manner or courtesy ever placed upon them. Gentlemanliness."
"And so you're coming to?" he asked monotonously.
"That the trick you're going to be using, and maybe it may, no, will, become your weapon." she gave a wry smile.
"You nearly knocked me off my feet with that gesture." she watched him now.
"You mean the kissing your hand thing?" he played with a loose thread on his pants.
She nodded mutely. "That was very…" she groped around for the right word. "Chivalrous maybe, but at least prince-like."
"Though, you talked in a cold, distant voice. No emotion whatsoever. I'm going to change that." she added after a moment. "Those were the right words."
He looked blank.
"Um, like this. I'll give you an example." she cleared her throat.
"My apologies, Miss." she spoke clearly, easily impersonating a man's voice. She sounded sincerely sorry, but in a firm way that she wasn't simpering.
It was his turn to nod.
"Like this?" he asked, and reached for her hand.
This time, he gently pressed his warm lips upon her hand. He drew back, and looked up. "My apologies, Miss."
It was sincere-sounding, and hinted slightly dark and sly, but his tone was light and held a note of laughter. He held a smirk crossed with a smile in place.
Sakura, without any control, blushed so brightly red that she thought her head might explode.
Seriously, he had something for being so…unfailingly polite and charming sounding. It made her feel like a dainty porcelain doll in lace and silk. It made her feel like…well, a girl.
It was almost indescribable. She had never met any boy that ever graced her presence with such…delicacy and courtesy.
"Uh…S-Sai, I-I think t-th-that should be enough for today." she stammered out.
She cursed herself for sounding like Hinata before she went out with Naruto.
He nodded silently, vaguely curious why the pink-haired seductress was so stuttery and red. "Why are you all red in the face and all nervous?" he asked bluntly.
"That's a reaction girls tend to get. I'll explain tomorrow."
She practically shoved him out the door.
"See you tomorrow, Sai!" and she closed the door. Or, at least, tried to.
Sai had stopped the door with his hand. "Bye Sakura."
He kissed her quickly on the cheek, and turned to leave.
.:诱惑:.
She closed the door with a soft thunk.
She slumped against the door, trying to calm her erratically beating heart.
She was feeling very fluttery inside.
She gently touched the spot Sai had kissed her. On the hollow of her cheek, a little higher.
She could only vaguely realize and recognize the feeling.
Maybe some vodka mixed with sake might clear her mind.
:..
As Sai walked down the hallway, away from Sakura, he realized he was lightly blushing.
It was a strange feeling.
Why did he ever kiss her on the cheek anyways?
.:诱惑:.
Oh, I forgot to mention. This story is dedicated to xladykittyx, because she isn't a SasuSaku fan. You go, girl!
Review please? I'd like at least ten reviews before a possible update.
Love,
pureazure