She awoke alone, she knew better than to be upset at this fact. Itachi had been unbearably kind, open and honest with her yesterday. She could appreciate that he would give her space after. She hadn't opened up to someone like that in a long time; she hadn't given into someone's warmth like that in 6 years. It was a strange kind of high for her, on one end she was flying that she and Itachi had bonded it made her feel like she wasn't alone anymore. On the other hand... she hated showing any sign of weakness; she knew that she would treat Itachi as if he were a stranger no matter what they went through. He had said it, when she was with him she could be herself, anywhere else she would put on a mask.
She shook her head, and made her way out of bed, skipping over to the bathroom she shared with Kisame and Itachi, she had yet to venture in this territory. But she hasn't heard a peep from either side of her room. She opened the door and strode right in. Much to her dismay, she wasn't the only one using the facility.
"Good morning Sakura-san." Itachi greeted her politely.
She stared at him; he was wearing nothing but a pair of loose jogging pants that rode low on his hips. If Sakura had been any other girl she would have fainted at the gorgeous sight. But Sakura was Sakura.
"Good morning Uchiha-san." She replied.
She made her way over to the sink on the other side of the room. Not bothering to glance his way. She turned the tap on impatiently and splashed the cold water onto her tired face. She glanced up at the mirror to check her appearance. Her eyes were slightly droopy, still stunned from sleep. Her hair was a tad wavier from being slept on, she just combed through it quickly, combing her bangs across her forehead instead of being pushed back.
"Your hair is beautiful." She heard a whisper very close to her ear.
Itachi appeared behind her out of thin air. She stood there, staring at her reflection in the mirror, the Uchiha towering over her staring at her from behind her back. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes betraying nothing as they roved over her figure.
"You are very beautiful." He whispered again, suddenly leaning closer to her, his hands came up to her shoulders.
She stared into his eyes blankly, holding them as he trailed his hands down her supple arms. When he drew them back up, he let them pass underneath her arm, down her side and along her waste. He rested them on her bare hips. She really wished she had slept with her shirt on, and had waited to see if anyone was in the bathroom before entering. Now she was getting all but molested by the same man that was so gentle with her last night.
"My brother was a fool."
That snapped her right out of her musings, and she stared hard into his eyes in the mirror. For once, she couldn't read the emotion in them, his words held a meaning she didn't quite understand. He let his hands drop, and backed away from her slowly.
"What?" She asked, and spun to face him.
He was much closer than she expected him to be. His chest was right in front of her face. She titled her head back to see him properly.
"I said Sasuke was a fool to leave a woman like you." Itachi whispered.
Before she could say anything, he grasped her chin in his hands, and tilted her head forward. His warm lips pressed against her forehead gently. She blinked; her forehead seemed to be a popular spot to kiss. He pulled away after a moment, only to offer her a very small smirk and walk away. She watched him go with wistful eyes, damn those Uchiha.
She continued with her morning routine, brushing her teeth quickly and dressing in her ninja attire, not wanting to miss anything.
When she left her room, a very familiar chakra presence made her stiffen. She turned around and was met by a pair of soft brown eyes. They held hers for a moment, and then one closed. Sakura didn't know what to do, do Sasori, the man she killed, really just wink at her.
"You look so startled cherry blossom." His voice was utterly, heartbreakingly soft.
"I assume your leader-sama revived you?" She questioned in a bored tone.
"Our leader blossom, and yes you assume correctly." his voice carressed her nickname.
She stared at him cautiously. She was sure he would hold a grudge against her for defeating him, for killing him. She didn't know what to say to him.
"Don't look so confused blossom. I hold no grudge against you, in fact quite the opposite." he all but crooned.
Sasori stepped up to her, and took one of her hands. She stared stoically back into his handsome brown eyes. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, his eyes still boring into hers.
"I have never met a woman of your caliber my little cherry blossom. I admire your strength, you beauty astonishes me."
She was a bit taken aback by this sudden change in atmosphere. She bit her bottom lip, unsure of how to proceed with the situation. His lips pressed again on the inside of her wrist, and he gently let her hand fall back to her side. She watched him curiously as he smiled cutely back at her.
"Would you like me to escort you to the kitchen blossom?" He questioned.
She nodded at him, unsure of how to take this new Sasori. He grinned at her, his handsome face beaming. He took her hand again, wrapping it in his larger one, and started gently pulling her in the direction of the kitchen. Next to his 6'2" form, she felt tiny, come to think about it, every member was at least 6 foot. Konan had to be 5'10"... she suddenly felt like a midget. Sasori stared down at her disgruntled face, and laughed. He reached over, grabbed her by her waste and slung her across his back. She started, half coughing as she huffed in surprise at the sudden change. Her face burned her discomfort obvious.
"Oh blossom, none of us have ever had a real lady to take care of, never one as special as you. I would get used to the special treatment, no matter how strong you are, you're still too adorable for your own good." He said to her, smiling over his shoulder at her.
She blinked at him and sighed, giving into the piggy back ride. How could this man actually sit there and hold such high regard for her? She had killed him for Kami sake. Yet he admired her for it? It didn't make sense in her mind, but she was just relieved that there was no quarrel between them. She hesitantly let her arms droop over his shoulders, clasping her hands together as they played against his chest. His large hands held her easily, as if she weighed 5 pounds. This constant touching was going to take some getting used to. All this affection was going to be hard to get used to.
She stared at Sasori's deep red hair, the soft locks bounced softly with his every step. He was one beautiful man; she felt her cheeks warm even more so as she thought about all the men in this place. Hidan was the other one she had noted was gorgeous, as was Deidara. Itachi of course was the most handsome, or so she thought, looks like Sasori was his competition.
Competition for what Sakura-chan? Inner asked coyly.
Tch, as if I know, it was a random thought. She replied indifferently.
Sure. Inner laughed at her.
She smirked slightly, wondering what was coming over her lately.
Suddenly Sasori turned right and they entered the kitchen. The entire group was there, some on a couch watching a tiny television, some sitting at the table eating. They all stopped when Sasori came in, staring at a tiny Sakura perched on his back. He made his way over to the counter, and leant backward against it, dropping her lightly so she was sitting on the counter top.
She could make out Itachi glaring at Sasori, and when she looked up and Sasori's face she noted a prominent smirk adorned his handsome features.
"What would you like for breakfast my little cherry blossom?" he said, reaching up and resting a hand on top of her head affectionately.
Itachi let out a snort, and stood up. He made his way over to Sasori, who only moved his hand to sit on top of hers on the counter.
"I'm sure she could make her own breakfast puppet boy." Itachi sneered at him.
Sasori shot a wink at Sakura before turning on the Uchiha.
"She told you yesterday she belongs to no one, don't speak for her Uchiha." Sasori all but sang back to him.
Itachi made to slap him, but Sasori grabbed his wrist easily. They were locked in a stalemate, each glaring at the other. She was trying to think of a way to break it up, glancing around the kitchen.
"Erm, Sasori-kun - it felt weird to say that, but she knew it would distract him- I um, actually would like it if you could just show me what there is to eat? Itachi-kun is right... I'm a big girl, I can make it myself." She tried to sound innocent and cute.
It worked, both men softened as she said their name. Sasori shot her a stunning smile, while Itachi stared deep into her eyes and smirked. Oh no, she had both of their attention. She sighed inwardly; this wasn't going to get easier.
"Of course blossom, I would be glad to help you."
"I can help her." Itachi barked.
She twitched, her anger pulsing through her as they started arguing like 2 year olds. She had had enough; she wasn't some defenseless baby that needed help 24/7. She slammed her fist through the wall beside herself. Both men stopped and stared at her incredulously.
"That is going to get old fast. Stop acting like fucking children." She seethed.
Sasori blinked, and then he chuckled softly while Itachi shot her an amused glance.
"For you blossom, I will behave myself." Sasori bowed to her. "Just please don't destroy any more walls, leader-sama will have my head."
He kissed her cheek lightly, and Itachi glared at him. He walked over and took Sakura's hand, pulling her off the counter and started tugging her behind him.
"I'll show her the pantry; you help her around the kitchen." He told Sasori.
"Deal Uchiha." Sasori said back, his own voice amused at Itachi's antics.
She was more than annoyed. This was the last thing she needed, two s-rank criminals fighting over her. They were acting like children for Kami sakes. The worst was, she just didn't like talking, and she didn't want to deal with it. So she let Itachi drag her along, shooting Sasori a backward glare as he did. He knew he was riling the Uchiha up. He just winked at her again and mouth 'sorry beautiful' to her. She shook her head and looked back at Itachi, his eyes were a weird crimson-black, and she was guessing he was very angry.
Looks like this is going to be a dusey.
For once, I could not agree more with you
Last thing I expected
That makes 2 of us. Oh well, looks like we don't have to worry about protection though, unless it's going to be FROM these men.
Like you're actually annoyed, these men are gorgeous, halloo?!
You're so shallow
Hey, you and I are 1 in the same honey; I just say the things you refuse to.
Shut up.