November

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

"I'm thankful for you."

"I thought you'd say you are thankful for art Sasori."

"Same thing."

"How was your Thanksgiving Sasori?"

Sakura rested her head against Sasori's shoulder, her eyes becoming a tad droopy.

"Fine." He responded, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Woah Sasori don't overwhelm me with the details." Sakura smiled and yawned.

"I won't." He said curtly, eyes trained on the TV. "How was yours?"

"It was good. Tsunade came to visit me and we had dinner, I visited the cemetery, and now I need a serious nap." Sakura closed her green eyes.

Sasori nodded and looked down at the beautiful young woman leaning against him.

"What are your plans for this evening Sakura?" Sasori's head leaned onto hers and his eyes glazed over in a daze.

"Probably just sleeping and possibly getting some paperwork done." She shrugged and continued to learn into the warmth of the man next to her. "I have a lot of work to get done and have no motivation to do it."

"It's always work with you Sakura." Sasori chuckled and rubbed her head with his hand.

"Well someone has to work, you're always just sitting at home doing nothing," Sakura huffed "I would think running an art gallery would be more work than how you make it seem."

Sasori chuckled, "Not all of us can be such workaholics as you Sakura."

The two stayed in silence for a few minutes, letting the smell of food and candles permeate through the air of Sasori's spacious living room.

"Honestly though Sasori." Sakura exclaimed and looked around the room, "I will never understand how you never leave the house but still manage to be ridiculously wealthy." Sakura scrunched her forehead in annoyance. "It's not fair." She whined and frowned while examining the room.

"My little secret Sa-ku-ra." He exaggerated the syllables in her name while giving her a mischievous smile.

"I'll never understand, it was the same with Deidara and he would never tell me how. You artists just drive me crazy sometimes."

Sasori visibly stiffened at the mention of his fellow artist and close friend.

"Speaking of which," Sasori drawled and looked at the pinkette with interest, "You've never actually told me that whole story."

Sakura groaned, "Sasori do we really have to go over this right this minute? For gods sake it's Thanksgiving, give me a break."

"No." Sasori replied bluntly, a stubborn glint shining in his usually glazed orbs. "I want to know what you broke up with Diedara."

Sakura whined in annoyance and frustration and leaned away from the red head next to her.

"It just," Sakura took a deep breath "I just felt like I was babysitting him by the end of the month. He's just so crazy and all over the place, even worse than Naruto and Kiba combined." Sakura gave a dry laugh. "Maybe I'm just picky, I seem to always find something wrong with everyone. Diedara's too crazy while someone like Shikamaru wasn't crazy enough, I've never been able to find the perfect balance." Sakura shrugged and looked at Sasori with weary eyes.

"Balance is beautiful."

Sakura looked at Sasori with curious eyes. "What?" Sakura smiled slightly at the odd man's comment.

Sasori never stopped staring at the pinkette. "Balance reveals a sense of calmness and security. You act as if pickiness is a bad thing Sakura, it's not. You want to find someone who is perfect for you, that is commendable." His golden orbs shone with passion, "It's better to find someone who fits you perfect than settle for someone or something who just happens to be around." He gave a small smile.

Sakura's mouth was open in disbelief at the inspiring words from her friend. "Thank you Sasori." Sakura smiled and gave Sasori a large hug, resting against his shoulder.

"Sasori, what are you thankful for?" Sakura asked after a few moments of silence.

"You." He replied simply, bringing the pinkette closer to his body.

Sakura laughed, "I thought you'd say you are thankful for art Sasori."

"Same thing."

Sakura looked at him in surprise. "What?" Sakura asked, her eyes trained on his face.

The older man looked down at her, "You are art Sakura. You represent serenity, integrity, beauty, intelligence, and personality. You are a perfect balance of all the ideal qualities that a woman should possess, and I'm thankful that you are in my life."

Sakura simply stared at the man, not saying a word to him.

Sasori cleared his throat and looked at her with a slight blush on his face.

"And I would like it if you would continue being in my life Sakura."

Sakura bit her lip, trying to contain a smile and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

"I'd like that."

A bit fluffier than usual, sorry if it's sub-par but please still review.

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