[log] Rude Awakenings

[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori and Sakura
Where/When: Konohagakure, Sakura's house, pre-dawn on September 3rd
Status: Closed, Complete
Style: Paragraph
Warnings: Angst

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[ground_breaker]

Her arm--her traitorous arm--was already lowering, just as his did. Don't be stupid enough to trust him but she did it anyway because the limb was just not listening to her head. She kept her grip tight on it, though, her knuckles white around the handle.

"Yeah," she confirmed, shakily. "Yeah, it seems that way. We should--"

We.

There was no we. There was a false sense of togetherness, of having been a unit, but it never really existed. Sasori had smiled at her and Sasori had kissed her and held her and led her through things that--oh god--made her blush to think of under a comfortable blanket of darkness and maybe those things had happened, but the feeling behind them was a sham.

If it was a genjutsu, it was excellently crafted, just the right shape and size to pierce the heart without her knowledge until it twisted.

She'd never been loved back.

Of course that was false.

Stupid girl.

But the really stupid thing was that she wanted that lie, she wanted so badly for him to act on the impulse she saw in him to approach her, take her into his arms. It would be too easy to sink into the not-habit of working with him, trusting him. Too easy to love him, even if it took falling in love with him for the first time, for real.

Stupid girl.

But facts are facts and ultimately Sakura was not quite that idiotic. The pragmatist stomped on the romantic (she tried very hard not to flinch) and went on the offensive.

Warily, she met his eyes. "This isn't something from your side?"

Sides.

There were sides, and she and Sasori stood on opposite ones.

She nearly flinched again.