Sakura just rolled over and that was the end of that, leaving Sasori alone on his bed, alone and cold. Isn't that depressing, but then again, he got himself a one way ticket to everything-sucks-for-me-vill. He only huffed and rolled back over, facing the wall. He didn't sleep but all he could do was think, his mind just wandered getting lost in thought by the seconds. An hour or two had passed and finally he had just plain out bored himself to sleep; little did he know that Sakura was awake. It was around midnight when Sakura heard a light tap at the door. She growled lowly and slowly got up in a groggy manner. Once to her feet she tip toed to the door and opened it slightly.
She looked up to find a tall man with black hair. She sighed and opened the door to walk out of the room; she shut the door behind her. Once closed she turned and faced him, a long time had passed and neither of them had said a word. Then finally," What are you doing here Uchiha?" The man looked at her with a quizzically shocked expression. "What do you mean?" Sakura held the bridge of her nose and walked a couple steps passed him. "All Uchiha's seem to cause problems for me," she thought to herself. "It's midnight and you're at my- you're at Sasori's door, what do you want," she said a little demandingly.
His hand came to the back of his neck, rubbing it, a compulsion of his when he doesn't know what to do. "I don't know Sakura. I don' know. I'm not sure how to express myself at the moment." She scoffed," Express yourself? It's simple; just tell me what you're thinking. What were you thinking earlier? What was anyone thinking earlier? I'm not some damn doll to be tossed around, I've got emotions too." He sighed," I- I don't know what I was doing earlier. It was rash but I thought that maybe you'd be with me."
"With you," she said quizzically. "I thought maybe if I did something, that you'd react the same." She laughed," This isn't some type of game to be played Itachi. If you tangle your feelings with another it only brings down a great feat-" Itachi put up his hand," Come on, I'm trying here." She turned away from him, her arms folded," Trying to do what?" Itachi turned away as well, both back to back," I was only trying to say I was sorry; I'm not good with things like this. So just give me some slack. It's not every day that you hear an S-class Rouge ninja saying something like that."
Sakura sighed defeat," Honestly, I don't know why I'm even taking this out on you. My feelings feel like a pile of blob. I don't know what I'm feeling. I was just settling in and getting to know everyone and then this crap just happens to pile onto me. How am I supposed to react, it's been only what, a couple of days? Do you know where I'm getting with this?"
This time her hand met his shoulder, making his head slightly turn to see her. He nodded," I understand and I'm sorry for being rash, it's never in my character to do something like that. I-I just don't know how to handle the change. You're here with all of us, changing a piece of each of us, without knowing. You, you're like a disease, you spread about and won't stop. You make us all sweat, our hearts skip beats, and we lose our breath each time your eyes hold ours. You give us a feeling we haven't ever felt or have felt in a long time. My heart feels like a lump, a heavy one that keeps planning to jump out of my chest and run away. My palms sweat and I feel shaky, somehow I feel some type of pressure to be on some type of image that's un-tainted for you."
Sakura walked around and faced him this time. Her head was down, some hair covering her face that was beyond blush. Slowly she looked up, her cheeks more than pink could ever be. She giggled out in a little confusion. She looked into his eyes; she could see he was shaking a little. "You've learned the feeling of love, Itachi. You all have…it can be a great advantage and also a great down fall. Just remember this, don't let your pride get too big to swallow. When you're in love, it can cloud many things, just remember not to get lost in your feelings. But at the moment Itachi, just leave me to think about my feelings. I'm just a little too confused for my liking. "
Itachi nodded, but they kept their gaze hooked. Sakura felt her heat rise when she felt his fingers entangling themselves with her's. Itachi pulled her close to him, his free hand guiding her chin up, so she had a better view. Slowly his head leaned down, his lips nearing her's. Both their hearts ran off, leaving them flabbergasted and raging with feelings unknown. The seconds closed in and his lips brushed her's. He stopped before his lips hit touch-down. His hand left her's and he turned around and walked off, leaving Sakura alone in the hallway.
Soon he faded from all vision and Sakura soon snapped out of her daze. Her hand touched her flushed cheeks as she walked back into Akasuna no Sasori's room. She shut the door and blushed further when she realized what she was wearing and wasn't wearing. Her back slid down against the door to the floor. As she sat there she realized a stray tear running loose from her eye, she wiped it away. What was going on? What were all of these emotions she was feeling? At this very moment she felt that her role of puppet had come true. She felt the strings of her heart pulled at and ripped away, tangled and unbearable. What was she going to do with herself? She defiantly wanted the answer to this.
Sakura got back up and went to the covers on the ground of where she was laying only to find that the sleeping figure of Sasori was now awake. "Go to sleep," she said with mellow. Sasori reached out for her arm and grabbed it, bringing her to him. Sakura fell forward into an unforeseen hug. She felt his hot tears on the crook of her neck. In that moment she knew she had deeply hurt him. Even though he would never say it, this was his way of saying he was sorry. Yes, Sasori was an S-class ninja but, he was an S-class ninja who bore feelings, and strong ones at that.
She finally understood and her arms wrapped around his waist and all she said was," I forgive you." Soon he let go and lay back down on the bed. Sakura turned away to go back to sleep when she felt his grip on her hand. She only sighed and complied. She brought the covers back with her to the bed, covering both of them and she laid there in bed. Sasori hadn't said a word but he only wanted to hold her. He didn't know what he was supposed to do in the situation he was in. He only rolled over his back to her's. For now, if he only had her near him he was ok. The time would come she would have to choose, but for now…this was only the tip of the ice berg.
Morning came and Sasori had awoke to a lone room, he was the only living soul there. He felt a frown on his lips as he began to realize his empty room. Sasori soon made his way to the dining room to find everyone eating in silence. He sat down in his chair and was served promptly for his breakfast. Today, everything was indeed different. The atmosphere was so mixed with emotion that it was just unreadable. They all ate and went about their day in a quiet fashion. Soon after leaving from his morning meal, Sakura was nowhere to be seen. He only went back to his room to find Sakura sitting on top of his bed in patience. Sasori shut the door behind him and sat down next to Sakura on the bed, his eyes having not left the floor from his walk from the door. Silence was never a comfort, not even now. Something was bound to come up.
"I want to go back to Konoha." Sasori felt shock running through his veins and his heart felt like it had just dropped and wouldn't beat again. Sakura looked at him," I want to go home." Sasori looked at her and then to the wall," No." Sakura sighed," If you want me to stay, at least let me say my good byes." Sasori looked at her, his eyes a little mad and his heart feeling like it just got stabbed. "Fine, that's it. That's your first and last visit you'll ever make." Sakura looked at him," Why are you doing this to me?" Sasori felt like he was breaking, the edges feeling like they were being chipped away at. "We'll leave tomorrow. That's the end of me hearing anything further."
Sakura nodded and got up and left the room. There Sasori stayed in his own bitterness. His bitterness seemed to be binding him like restraints. His own feelings and possessiveness was killing him inside and hurting others. He was beginning to hate the people who even neared Sakura or took his time with her away from him. He just wanted her and only her. She was all he wanted, needed and craved for. She was more addicting than anything in the world. It was even worse because he couldn't have her. But he was beginning to feel that if he couldn't have her, no one could.
His mind began to unravel by the moments of her lingering fragrance. When she said her good byes in Konoha, it would be her last good bye to existence. There would be no coming back to the Akatsuki and no coming back to anyone, not even him. Who would've know that his own feelings would be his undoing?