You know when you watch those sappy TV dramas and there is a cheating husband, and at some point the cheated wife and the mistress meet and instead of killing or blaming each other, they scheme how to get back to the husband? Well, this is not that scenario. To be honest I would expect many words to leave this divine mouth but never in a million years his blessings.
"You are joking, right?" I whispered.
"No, brat." He smirked. "I don't do jokes. I simply wish the man I love happiness."
"Even if you are not it?" I questioned timidly, looking at the hem of my shirt in shame.
"Even then… Even if I need to stop existing…". My head snapped up again to stare at Sasori, who was looking up at the sky.
"No! How can you say that? Someone like you, so hurt by your most important person? You deserve the world!" I caught his hands in mine.
"Even though I am getting addicted to your sweet words, this is what I deserve. The person I was before has nothing to do with who I am today. How many important people did I rip out of other people's lives? How many times did I ruthlessly slaughter for the sake of good fun and power display? Isn't in only poetic that I will die of love?" He cocked his head to the side and I could see his eyes glistering.
"No, that person is not you." I shook my head in denial.
"You don't know me brat, not now, not then…" Sasori said looking back up to the sky. Sure, I don't know him but how can someone so perfect and beautiful be so bad? I shook my head again. Do I even hear myself? You should never judge a book by its cover. If Sasori says so then he must be right. But on the other hand how can someone say such bad things about himself if he hasn't repented for all he has done?
"Doll… Can you tell me more? I think I need to know more…" I asked him again timidly.
"Doll? Not even my husband calls me that. It's amusing how hard you make it to hate you, brat." He chuckled. My brain stopped working for a second trying to place the correct notes on the imaginary stave, to save up in my memory for future reference.
"Do you seriously think you are in love with me?" Sasori asked after a big pause.
I gaped like an idiot. What was I supposed to say? Yes? Wasn't this too early? What is wrong with me? I meet a good looking guy and throw myself into a wild mess. I catch my head with my hands and stare at the ground in confusion. Wow, all this supernatural shit has fucked me up. Was I always so shallow? Don't answer that… I miss my best friend… He would tell me 'bitch stop whining! Let's go get dick!' And that's that.
"I don't know what is wrong with me. I miss Neji…" I confessed.
"Gaara's mate?" Sasori asked cocking his head to the side; how cute!
"Yes, he is my best friend, he is awesome but his uncle is a crazy old man that won't even let us hang out because he thinks I make him gay, like bitch wake up, Neji's gayer than me!" I said all excited to share something about a person I love.
"Yes, I have heard from Gaara. He wasn't happy of the way his mate was treated either. I can't hold him back for much longer, one of these days that man will perish in his hands." Sasori smirked as if he said the simplest thing in the world; killing a man, that is.
"He can't do that. Neji still loves him, he is family." I said frowning.
"You mean even if your relatives treat you badly, you still forgive and love them?" Sasori asked in confusion.
"Yes, that is what family is unfortunately. But it works both ways, and they love and have your back when you have trouble. Isn't it the same for you and Gaara and Itachi? You would do anything for them, right?" I asked back.
"I suppose you are right. I would also forgive everything. They are the world to me."
"It's sometimes the same for friends too. I would do anything for Neji. We have known each other for many years, when I first moved here. We had a lot in common. He had lost his father and moved in with his uncle and I had just been adopted by my parents, so we had similar situations going on in our lives at the time." Sasori gave me a weird look that I have seen many times in my life. "I got very lucky with my parents. They love me as if I am their own and accept me for who I am. I don't really remember my real father, but I remember my mom had a drug addiction. She died while I was at school but she loved me. It wasn't like the movies where the child is neglected. I was always happy with my mom, she just had issues. Sometimes I miss her. But my mom now is so sweet and caring she fills me up with love so I am not sad." I continued quickly. I really didn't want pity.
"You are so pure, child. I wish I had met you years ago, many years ago. I would take all the pain you might have gone through, but then again, if I had met you when I was younger, I would probably have caused you so much more pain." Sasori said sadly.
"You don't know that! You might have liked me…" I tried.
"I am sorry that you lost your parents, I have also lost my parents at a young age and was lied to about their death… My grandmother raised me with the promise my parents would at some point come back home from their trip, when they were actually killed by vampires. I figured everything out after some time on my own and decided to play on with my grandmother's story until I presented and took over the leadership; then, all hell broke loose. I killed vampires on sight."
"That is horrible…"
"I told you I was a monster and-" "No, I mean your grandmother's lie…" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. His eyes widened in surprise. "Please tell me more." I pleaded.
I could see his face regaining the usual expression he wore. "You are the most interesting human I have ever met, brat. Well, it all started when…".