"There's still a party in your bedroom ne Makoto?" A deep voice said from above.
Makoto grunted and looked up. "Sasori san? Ha! How's the life of Pinocchio?" She laughed, accepted his hand, and got up. "Thanks. What brings you here? I thought you weren't allowed here."
"I'm not. I just wanted to return something. I have 38 dragon crystals you forgot."
Makoto sighed and pushed her hair back. "This makes it official?"
"Yeah, so…Itachi huh? He wasn't good enough either?"
"I told you that you were the only one. I didn't cheat on you. Asagi set it all up. She's dead now though. It happened a couple days ago. You hear?"
Sasori grabbed Makoto's hand and guided her behind a tree. He pinned her against the tree and pressed his lips against hers. Tears fell from her eyes. She clutched Sasori's cloak and began sobbing. Sasori embraced her. For a few minutes, she let weakness show.
"Better?" Sasori asked after a few minutes of her calming down.
"Yeah. Sorry for my weakness. She was my best friend. I shouldn't show weakness right now or ever."
"It's fine. I know you're not weak. You need to cry something aside from names. So, who are you sleeping with this time, or a better question; how many?"
"Damnit man! I told you the only guy I sleep with is Oni! He doesn't even count like that! I sleep with dragons and tigers and even rabbits! I sleep alongside animals! That's it! The night before we parted, I wanted to sleep with you! You would've been my first!" Makoto gasped at her last couple sentences. She blushed very embarrassed.
Sasori looked unaffected, as if he hadn't heard the last part. "You're still as much of an animal tamer as ever."
"You're still as much of a pervert as ever."
"If I recall, that's what attracted you."
"No, what attracted me was your emotionless demeanor."
"I believe Leader said it was because of your attraction to beasts. See? You're always a slut. It's in your nature."
Makoto got quiet. Sasori knew he made a mistake by bringing up bad memories. He crossed the line. He was going to hurt in the morning…hypothetically.
Makoto took a dragon crystal and placed it in her fist.