Picky, yes?
A Sasori Drabble
Although no one believes it, Sasori liked girls.
In fact, he loved girls.
It was just that he was a very picky person. Extremely picky. Almost 'He-could-never-get-a-girl-in-his-life' picky. He was just that.
All he wanted was a girl who was strong, and well spoken. He wanted a girl who would look at his art and smile, and compliment him. He, oh, so wanted a girl that would be the perfect looking doll, but without the strings.
"S-sasori-sama..." Tsuki called lightly, stepping into his room, as he was pondering the type of girl he wanted. He looked Ki-chan up and down and tilted his head a little to the side.
She was softly spoken and very submissive.
She was beautiful, yes, almost too beautiful, a work of art.
But she was also blind.
So she couldn't very well look at his art work. She did smile when he explained it to her and described it. She always did say that he had the best voice and that she could imagine him out so well.
But she was just the opposite of what he wanted, yes?
"Ki-chan, come here."
So she did.
He hugged her tight and planted a kiss lightly the top of her head, and her sightless crystals widened and cheeks were dusted with a delicate shade of pink. He looked down at her again and admired what an air she had about her.
Look who he had fallen in love with. Someone completely out of description.