What could not go wrong... Was I stupid? Turns out Itachi was needed at his office for 'royal matters', so I was left alone to my own devices. Royal matters my ass. First he begs me to stay with him the weekend and then he leaves me to fend for myself in this huge ass castle. Imagine I meet Gaara anywhere; I shivered at the thought, if I bumped into him I would die for real this time.
I sighed and everyone that was close by, turned their head to look at me. Yeah, not to mention that this place was full of vampires that I didn't know and were creepy and quiet. Wait, do you think the hear my thoughts? I didn't mean you were creepy! I looked around me at the people and they all had a disturbing look on their face. I started running and got into a room, closing the door behind me while panting out of breath. Damn I should exercise more, now I understand what our gym teachers always says; you need to be in good form to outrun danger. And damn, vampires are dangerous.
After I caught my breath, I finally took a look around the room. It was filled with dolls of various sizes, all looked handmade by some master artist. They almost looked alive; so beautiful yet so unfinished, dead. One caught my attention. It had flaming red hair, the eyes closed as it was placed on the bed; I was captivated by it's beauty. This one looked like the masterpiece of the artist; the peak of his work. Silent, pale, truly magnificent. I sat on the bed, staring down at the marvellous doll. Mesmerised, I caressed the soft red hair, almost thinking they would burn my hand. It was soft to the touch, almost like silk. My hand moved to the doll's face, unable to stop myself. The skin felt almost real, but it was too perfect to be real. Smooth and without any blemishes; the artist must take good care of this one, and he should. I wonder if I would ever have enough money to buy it from him, yet, if I was him, I would never part ways with this beauty. I wonder what colour the eyes are. I would have gone with yellow, to contradict the unruly flaming red hair. My curiosity overtook me as I used my thumb to open one of the lids.
Speechless. No words needed. Once more the artist showed me how little I knew of his artistry. Hazel brown eyes with glints of gold stared back at me. The sudden urge to kiss those full pink lips came over me. Was I going crazy? Crazy with admiration and passion for such a masterpiece, maybe. I felt like I was so captivated to the point I had fallen in love with the doll. I closed my eyes and kissed it's lips softly, a feather like touch. I imagined this person being real, my own husband as our kids run around the back yard of our little cottage, children that looked like him, perfect with red hair and my eyes. His dazzling smile as our kids played with our dog and I smiled back at him with my eyes still closed from the kiss, too afraid to break the magic spell I was under. I wonder what would he say to me, how would his voice sound?
"I've always wished for someone to kiss me like that." Yes, raspy yet melodic; it was perfect. Wait, what? I opened my eyes and found hazel eyes staring back at me, the faintest hint of a frown in place. This person is real? Startled at the realization, I backed away, falling on the floor. The doll like person sat up observing me with a smirk; oh my god he can't get more perfect can he?
"You sure are a funny one. Trying to steal my husband, molesting me while I sleep and then falling on your ass, surprised." Then it clicked, this 'doll' is Sasori, Itachi's husband. The person I saw from afar in the throne room. I swallowed thickly not knowing what to say.
"So, you have nothing to say for yourself? What did I expect? You even came into our home to sleep with my husband." Sasori said, crossing his slender yet strong legs. My eyes followed those legs and his every movement. I felt like I was at his mercy. I stared at his lips, in a trance, what wouldn't I give to feel those lips on mine again. Was this love at first sight? I frowned at my own thoughts. I was here with Itachi; his husband. I liked Itachi not Sasori. I shook my head as if that would reset my feelings and thoughts. "Did you break?" Sasori asked almost teasingly. "I still can't believe you are real..."I whispered staring at him as his eyes widened, taken by surprise.
I quickly came to my senses and got up really fast, bowing to him. "My name is Deidara, I... I'm pleased to meet you...?" I said uncertain.
My awkwardness gave him time to recover. "I'm well aware of who you are, you on the other hand don't seen to care about who I am." He said threateningly. "I need you to know, I already told Itachi that I wanted to leave, but he insisted to stay the weekend. I knew about Gaara but I never thought he would be married; that man is nuts, who asks another in marriage if he is already married?" I said mostly to myself. I kneeled in front of him and took his hands in mine; a perfect fit. Focus, me!
"My biggest dream is to get married to a man that will love me and only me, and we'll live in a cottage with kids and a dog, not break up a marriage or steal someone's special somebody..." I squeezed Sasori's hands as he searched my eyes, trying to detect if I was lying. He sighed, intertwining out fingers, making my heart skip a beat. "I lose to you, I can see why Itachi's in love with you. Your eyes sparkle with awe and you have a pure heart; truly beautiful." I could now hear my heartbeat in my ears, what was this person saying? Did he just call me beautiful?
"No!" I shouted standing up. "You are wrong, you are beautiful, perfect! You look like a masterpiece, the finest artwork of a dying artist; his last breath. In comparison to you I am dim, just trash." My outburst shocked us both.
Sasori burst out laughing, music if you ask me. "You are so interesting brat, you sound as if you are here for me, my own lover, not my husbands." He smirked again, eyeing me. "Right now, I would give anything to make you laugh again..." I whispered staring into his eyes, which widened again.
"You..." Before he could continue his sentence, Itachi barged in. "Sasori I swear, if you..." He stopped in his tracks when he saw us, me just standing there and Sasori on the bed, no malice in the atmosphere.
"Husband, we were just talking." Sasori said regaining the emotionless facade he had at the throne room, his voice turning monotone. Why did he hide himself; he was amazing, with his small smirks and teasing tone. "Don't..." I pleaded whispering, making Sasori break his facade to look at me with eyes that said it all; longing, loneliness, shock... I wish I could take it all away, so they would shine golden with happiness.
"This is a mess, you are in love with Sasori?" Itachi accused me raising his voice, making my head snap at his direction. What was I thinking? I fell into the trance again, Sasori's vortex. "I... I don't know what to say..." I swallowed the lump in my throat; what was going on with me? Why wouldn't my heart shut up, why wouldn't my thoughts get shorted out?
"Damn Dei, your thoughts are too loud! Relax." Itachi was in an instant on me, hugging me, anchoring me to reality. I hung on him for dead life, staring into his eyes with dread; was I going insane? I came here with Itachi to start my fairytale life and I can't think straight after I met his own husband? My ex was right, I am a whore; I will never be satisfied. I don't deserve… "Shut the fuck up! You deserve the world, don't think for a moment that what that imbecile told you is true. We'll figure this out..." Itachi yelled at me, making my brain shut down. Finally some quiet...