Sasori oneshot for XxAktsukixX22.

It was quiet – almost eerily so. Then again, it was peaceful, also, and that was good. When Akatsuki were around you didn’t get much peace and quiet but now that they were all away on missions you could finally lie down, close your eyes and rest.

You breathed in deeply, savouring the tranquillity. Content that you could get some sleep, you stepped away from the window which you’d been looking out of and sat down on your bed – well, Akatsuki’s excuse for a bed. It was more of a pile of bricks with a sheet on top, but if you asked for a better one you’d probably just get shouted at by Pein.

As you lay back you closed your eyes and sighed quietly. This was nice. A small smile slid across your lips as you started to let sleep take over, hoping that you wouldn’t dream. Another strange dream would spoil the perfect atmosphere. The only thing that could spoil it more would be…

“Slacking, Akatsuki?”

…Deidara.

“What?” You snapped, irritated that the blonde had the nerve to interrupt you.

Deidara laughed quietly. “I’m cooking, un. You eating?”

You grimaced and went to shake your head, but your stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly and give you away. Deidara grinned triumphantly, even as you said, “I’m not eating anything you cook.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it, kiddo, un,” Deidara smirked. “Now hurry up before ‘sori gets it all.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that a puppet couldn’t eat, but got up regardless and looked out of the window once more. It was all so empty out there and yet you were stuck inside with Deidara. At least Sasori would be there – you could have an intelligent conversation with him, thank God.

“Come on,” Deidara called. His voice echoed in from the hall outside your room and you took the hint, walking briskly to catch up with the blonde. He was standing by the bottom of the stairs that led down to the kitchen, hand on hip and hair tucked behind ears.

“You don’t have the right to tell me what to do, blondie,” you told him matter-of-factly as you made your way down the stairs. You had to be careful – even with your superb balance you were likely to slip. The whole of the cave Akatsuki were currently using as a base was old and unstable, worn away by years of use.

“We-ell…” Deidara half-sang, and from the way he trailed off you could tell that he was about to launch in to a lecture telling you just what his rights were, and how he really could order you around.

“Don’t you dare,” You threatened, shaking your fist at his to emphasise the point. Deidara laughed under his breath and pushed open the kitchen door, holding it open for you before stepping inside himself.

Annoyingly, you decided as you sat down at the table, whatever Deidara had cooked smelled good. You could feel yourself perking up at the prospect of a real meal; good food wasn’t all that common when you were constantly running away from people. Or, a part of your mind supplied helpfully, running after them.

“What are you doing, Deidara?”

You smiled slightly. A voice that cold could only belong to Sasori, and he’d probably give the blonde a good tongue-lashing for ‘wasting time.’ Not that either of them had anything better to do; Sasori just seemed to like shouting at Deidara.

“Cooking, danna, un,” Deidara said simply. As he spoke he lifted the lid on the pan he stood in front of, letting a cloud of the intoxicating aroma escape and drift across the room. It seemed to settle by you and Sasori, and if you hadn’t known better you would have sworn that the redhead sniffed slightly.

“Cooking?” Sasori echoed, rolling his eyes. “It’s just the three of us alone here and all you can think of doing is cooking?”

Deidara snorted with laughter, almost dropping the bowls of soup he was carrying to the table. He set one down in front of you and then took a seat beside you, still chuckling under his breath.

“What?” Sasori snapped, irritated.

“Nothing,” Deidara assured him.

Sasori grimaced and sat down on the other side of you to his blonde partner. You glanced sideways at him, wondering how, considering he was so intelligent, he didn’t know what Deidara was laughing at. You could tell that it was the scope for euphemisms his last sentence had presented you with, but he didn’t have a clue.

Cute, you found yourself thinking. You ‘tsk’ed under your breath, brushing the thought aside, and started to eat your soup. “This is good,” You admitted after a while.

Deidara smiled wryly. “I know. For some reason people underestimate me when it comes to cooking, un…among other things.” He sniffed, looking away from you and out of the tiny window.

Sasori tutted. “Perhaps if you didn’t act like such a child, we’d think more of you.”

“Danna!” Deidara complained. When he didn’t get a response he clicked his tongue and rose to his feet, bowl in hand. “If you two’re going to ignore me then I’ll go and eat by myself, un,” He said matter-of-factly. He looked back once when he reached the door, probably wishing that you’d talk to him so he could stay, but when you remained silent he sighed quietly, muttered something incomprehensible and shuffled in to the corridor with his food.

“Thank God,” You muttered under your breath when Deidara was gone. You pushed the bowl of soup to one side and groaned, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“What?” Sasori asked you. His head was cocked to the side and he was watching you intently.

“I just wanted some peace and quiet but he had to be here to ruin it.” You spat the ‘he’, showing Sasori just what you thought of his blonde partner.

Sasori closed his eyes lazily. “I most certainly know the feeling, Akatsuki,” He agreed. He opened one eye for a fraction of a second, saw you eyeing him curiously and continued. “He was meant to travel with Itachi today but-” He paused for a moment. “-Itachi didn’t want him. I hate to say it, but the sanctimonious moron has sense.”

Your mouth curved up at the corners at the redhead’s comment. “I didn’t know you hated Itachi, Sasori.”

Sasori nodded once. “In fact,” he added, “there are very few people who I don’t despise.”

You nodded sagely. “Am I one of them?” You asked, then mentally berated yourself. It was a stupid, immature question and you shouldn’t have asked it. You should have kept your mouth shut and-

“Yes, I have to say that you are. You’re straightforward, quiet and insulting; everything I like in a person.”

Had you been more easily embarrassed you would have blushed, but being the person you were you just nodded, lapping up the compliment. “Thank you, Sasori.”

He nodded and almost – but only almost – smiled. “It’s not a problem.”

Behind your blank face you were grinning like an idiot. To distract yourself you pulled your soup back in front of you and took another sip – it was still just about warm enough to be edible.

“Is it good?”

You looked up as Sasori, mildly confused. “Annoyingly, yes. Want to try some?”

Sasori shook his head. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can. Here.” You held out your spoon to him, but he shook his head again.

“I really can’t. I’m a puppet – I can’t eat.”

You grimaced. “That can’t be good.”

He only shrugged non-committaly. “It’s been so long since my last meal that I’ve forgotten what it’s like.”

You sighed quietly. It was all quite sad, really, the way Sasori lived – no emotion, no sensation…no food. If you could you’d give him back his real body, but, of course, you couldn’t. Nobody could.

After a moment’s thought a brainwave hit you. “Sasori…” You began, wary but determined. “You can’t eat, but can you taste?”

Sasori nodded. “Taste buds were one of the few extra features I allowed myself, although I can’t at all remember why.”

Your inner grin widened considerably. He had no clue where this was going – he really was too sweet. Letting a hint of the smile show on your face you turned in your seat so that you were facing Sasori and started to lean slowly towards him, wondering if he’d take the hint.

“Akatsuki, what are you doing?” He asked you, leaning away from you as you moved forwards. A pale blush tinged his cheeks, giving away the fact that he knew exactly what was going on; he just refused to accept it.

“Just relax…” You told Sasori before closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his.

It took a few seconds but then Sasori’s lips started to move against yours – more than you’d expected. With a triumphant mental cheer you licked the redhead’s bottom lip slowly, trying to coerce him in to opening his mouth. After a moment he complied, if somewhat reluctantly, and let you slip your tongue in to his mouth.

You rubbed you tongue gently against his, letting him taste the soup you’d just been eating. Instead of enjoying the soup, though, his hands found their way to your waist and held you gently while you kissed. In response you threaded your fingers through his hair, gripping him tightly to keep him in place. Only when lack of oxygen started to make you dizzy did you pull back, blushing and smiling.

“It’s good soup,” Sasori said after a moment’s thought. Without another word he let go of you and stood up, making his way over to the door.

“Insensitive son of a-” You muttered, but before you could finish Sasori spun around and glared at you through half-lidded eyes.

“You can’t say that to your boyfriend,” He drawled, letting a rare spark of emotion shine through his cold exterior (even if it was only arrogance.)

“Sorry,” You said hollowly. Despite the fact that you were keeping a straight face inside you were hollering with delight. My boyfriend!

“Hnn.”

And then Sasori was gone, leaving you slightly bewildered but most certainly over-the-moon.

A/N;

Ahh, Sasori. My secret obsession.

xD

Anyway, apologies if he seems OOC – I just can’t imagine Sasori being at all romantic. I don’t see him understanding sexual double entendres and there’s no way he’d ask someone out formally.

So…yeah.

This is my version of Sasori.