Purple Lilac
Summary: He wondered if she knew; if she had looked underneath the underneath of the man who bequeathed his mark upon her
Warning: This is an M-rated SasoSaku story with AU and OOC possibility. The story is a prequel to an upcoming story, Labyrinth.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and this story is just a figment of my imagination
Sakura let out a sigh of relief when the needle that had been puncturing her skin for the past ten hours was placed down on the bed beside her.
"Painful?"
She could imagine the smirk that came with the question and remained silent.
"It's worth it."
Sakura turned her head slightly to look at the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight.
It was not an Irezumi but to spread that wide out along the expanse of her back, it might as well have been. Swirling lines of purple, green and blue with a faint hint of red, she stared long and hard at the mirror.
"What is it?"
He continued wiping the remaining wet dye off his hand with the rag and just when she thought he would never reply, he spoke, "Lilac."
Confusion lit on her face as she turned to face him.
"Why?"
Sasori dropped the rag carelessly onto the floor and she watched with half-lidded eyes as he climbed back onto the messy bed. Settling himself in between her bent legs, he cocked his head to the side and whispered, "I don't like sakuras."
The words were like the constant drip of his blood into the purple dye and Nara black earlier on, smooth but blotting. She was too lethargic to argue with him now. Even as the man slid his hand between them to caress her, she only closed her eyes, ignoring the dark red tresses tickling her neck as he marked her.
But, Sakura did jolt with a pained gasp when he suddenly pushed into her and retaliated by clawing his lower back. He was never gentle, unlike the man who had taken her innocence.
Cracking open her eyes, she allowed herself another glance at the mirror. She could hardly see through it. The layer upon layer of lilacs converging into a labyrinth. The innocence and beauty that belied the monstrosity of its creation.
Several years later, a lover had brought it up as they lay in the afterglow.
He had been trailing the lines with a calloused finger, occasionally stroking some parts with the thumb as if to feel the nature of them. Sakura inadvertently winced despite the warm touch on her back.
"Lilac."
Sakura turned her head back to see the older man regarding her with a small smile.
"Purple lilac."
She was marvelled by his observation. Not many could see through the intricate design. He was, after all, a master of labyrinth. As sudden as the thought came to her, she turned to rest the side of her face flat against the pillow. The thought of him always left a weird sensation in her stomach.
"A friend did it for me."
Although she could not see it, the man behind her absentmindedly nodded his head and inched down the bed, coming face to face with the end of the curvy lines covering the length of her back. His tongue peeked out and trailed along the labyrinth-like tattoo. Sakura trembled under the caress and reached her hand back to stroke silvery gray hair.
Moving up to kiss the sensitive nape of his lover, he wondered if she knew; if she had looked underneath the underneath of the man who bequeathed his mark upon her.
Some interesting facts:
Purple Lilac – first love
Cherry Blossom – transient life