Kitty-chan: Here's the second chapter, guys. I hope you like it..
Konan: Kitty-chan does not own Naruto.
Chapter 2
Sakura felt better after telling Konan everything. It was a relief to let out everything she had bottled up inside. Although, it was a challenge to convince the blue-haired girl to not go and beat the living daylights out of Sasori.
"Please don't be mad at him . . ." the pinkette whispered to her; she was already snuggling deep under her covers, her eyes drooping lazily.
"Why? You seem perfectly content at being mad at him," Konan questioned. She wasn't as angry as she was before, but she was still pretty mad.
"Don't worry about it, Konan . . ." Sakura murmured, she let out a soft yawn, drifting off to sleep. Both girls were only quiet for a second, but Sakura was already fading into slumber. " 'Night, Konan-chan . . ." she added, finally surrendering to sleep.
"Goodnight, Sakura," Konan murmured with a soft smile, knowing her friend had already fallen asleep. She hung up and stared at her phone for a few minutes longer before sighing and dialing another number. She knew he would be up. He was always up.
"Hello?" he answered after the second ring.
"Did I wake you?" she asked, knowing she hadn't but wanting to be polite.
"No—you know that," he responded in a bored tone. "Now what do you need? You're never up this late, so if you're calling that must mean you want something," he declared.
"I won't tell you until you promise to do it," she replied sweetly.
Damn that kid for knowing that I want something! she thought to herself.
"Fine," the male sighed.
"You have to apologize to her," she commanded, and before he could object she hung up the phone and shut it off, knowing no one else was going to call her until morning. Sakura was asleep, Pein was still grounded from his phone until further notice, and the other guys never bothered to call her. She smiled with evil delight before lying down and drifting off to sleep.
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Sasori sat staring at his phone. He didn't bother to call back—she would have her phone off, he knew—but he didn't know what else to do. He had been putting the finishing touches on his new creation when she called, and for her to throw that in his face was surprising, especially that early in the morning. It was—what? 3:30?
He sighed tiredly and turned back to the small puppet that resembled his pink haired friend. He didn't know what had compelled him to make the marionette in her likeness, but he did. As he was making it, he had the desire to give it to her as a gift, but with her newfound hatred toward him, he didn't know what kept him from throwing the small toy into the trash. After finishing up by tying a delicate red bow in the toy's hair, he sighed and dropped the doll in a box full of finished creations that would never leave the room much less leave the house.
"How am I supposed to apologize to her if she won't even stop to talk to me?" he questioned aloud, recalling the times she had bolted out of the classroom just to avoid him. And she didn't really react all to well when he tried to apologize the first time.
He didn't even know why she was so upset to begin with. Probably because he never actually took the time to sit down and think about it, but he didn't really think he did anything that would make her hate him this badly.
Sasori sat back in his chair, thinking back on that day. The day he had pretty much ruined their friendship. He felt something tighten in his chest when he thought about how crushed she had looked when he had said those awful things to her. He had only wanted to prove to her that he was not like his look-alike. Sasori was different than him, and he wanted more of a realistic relationship with the pinkette than the cheesy fantasy one that she had made up.
Sasori was getting depressed thinking about that night. He thought about how happy Sakura had been before they finished that project, before things started changing—before she got her new and stressful job, and before he started taking on more time consuming and frustrating orders. He remembered how they used to joke about everything, how her whole face would light up when she smiled, and how cute she would look when she blushed when she was embarrassed.
Those happy images started changing into the more angry ones. The ones where her expressions started darkening, where the bright glow in her eyes was slowly but surely fading. She had become unhappy, and it was all his fault.
Konan had said to apologize, but how? He wasn't entirely sure that he did anything wrong. All he knew was that the kiss was their breaking point.
He was pretty sure that that had been her first kiss. It was a boundary he shouldn't have crossed. The thing was, it was his first kiss too. It was an embarrassing truth that he would take to his grave.
Sasori shook his head; he was getting off track.
When he thought about it though, he didn't want anyone else to kiss Sakura. A fierce hatred toward anyone who dared to try boiled up in his chest until it almost hurt to breathe. He tried to calm himself down, removing those thoughts from his mind until he was stable again.
He had to get back on track. He had to think of a way to apologize—to fix things.
But he wasn't sure how to apologize. He could try, but he felt he'd probably just make things worse. It was starting to frustrate him.
I need to go to bed before I break something, he thought irritably to himself before crossing the hall to his room and going to bed.
I'll think of a good apology later, he added before drifting off to sleep.
Kitty-chan: It was still short and stuff, but hey I'm working on it. Anyway, just review and stuffs. You guys are awesome for sticking it out this long.