The Madness and the Cure...
Pairings: SasoriSakura with a bit of SakuraDeidara
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but it owns me.
Warning:No on will be in character, so if you actually prefer that, you are free to read the manga. You should know me better than that by now.
Full summery: She comes home from work to an apartment that smells of and booze. Paint brushes clutter the sink in place of dirty dishes and no one seems to spend any time on anything other than art. He works with clay, bring life to the dirt, she writes her art, and he carves it. They were called mad by society because they were artists. What society didn't know was that they were already mad, and that their art was the only thing that kept them sane.
Imagination does not breed insanity.
Exactly what does breed insanity is reason.
Poets do not go mad; but chess players do.
Mathematics go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom.
The older man looked up, mildly amuse and mostly sober. After so many years indulging in fine drink it took a lot more to chase away his sanity. "What a surprise, to see you here of all places. It seems you were able to take care of yourself after all." He looked Sasori up and down, smirking when he saw the red head steep closer to Sakura. "I suppose you are using protection. It would be even more of a scandal if I'm saddled with a grandchild."
Sakura turned red in anger, and took an aggressive steep in his direction. "That's just like you to assume I'm sleeping around with anything that breaths, just like you do. It never crossed you mind that I might actually be able to take care of myself without whoring myself out, did it? Sorry, but I'm not too into the faceless sex scene you and mom were all over. Speaking of the skank, she's probably nearby, isn't she?"
"Mmm, she should be here, downstairs with her boy toys. It's about time we headed out," he replied, looking over his daughter's head with a lazy eye as his date giggled and hugged his side even more, too far drunk to process the happenings around her.
"Don't you think that's sort of dangerous?"
"Not if we stay together, so long as no one peeps, aren't I right?"
Sakura growled under her breath and looked away, feeling snakes coil around her spine and spiders crawl underneath her skin from meeting his eyes for too long. "You don't have to worry about me blabbing to the media, even though that would be a good idea. I've had enough of you to get mixed up in that sort of thing."
"Very well," he sighed, taking a sip from the glass of wine that was in his hand while he helped hold up his 'date' with the other. "If you contact our secretary and tell her who you are, she'll be sure to send you something in the mail once you disclose your new address."
"I don't want your bribes. You can keep your filthy money. I can stand on my own without your help, believe it or not."
"Suite yourself," he sighed, walking past them, dragging his whore along. "Still, my offer would stand if all you did was deny yourself to be a biological mistake between me and your mother. Come along now Ami, we're heading back to the loft."
Sasori watched the pair leave, his eyes narrowed in disgust as the man that was partly responsible for bring Sakura into this world walked away as if she was nothing more than a piece of dust he needed to brush off the sleeve of his suite. How could someone look at their own daughter like that? Oh yeah, he was a politician, it was in his nature, Sasori supposed.
"Sakura," he whispered, throwing an arm around her shoulders, knowing that at any other time she wold have shrugged him off, being in public and all. He was glad, but also worried, when she didn't flinch at the contact.
He guided her over to the elevator and stepped in, letting Francois follow in after them. He sent the couple a sympathetic glance, before hitting the number 2 button. The third floor was the roof and only used in the summer time when it was warm enough.
The pair were soon led to a privet room with a small table surrounded on three sides by a connected bench with red silk cushions and fresh greenery behind their heads. Francois was quick to leave the menus and depart, saying that a waiter would come when they called for one. He obviously knew when a couple wanted to be a lone and he knew even better when a couple needed to be alone. The latter was defiantly true for Sasori and Sakura.
"I'm sorry," Sakura finally breathed, reaching up to brush a few loose hanging bangs out of her face. "I'm bringing down the mood aren't I?"
"I should think you have a right to after the verbal abuse you were forced to suffer through. Don't apologize for what you are feeling now."
"Well, that and the mistake my father made about you. Sorry if that made you feel awkward. I can't believe he would say something like that," Sakura chuckled, scratching the side of her cheek in a mousy like way.
Sasori looking down at the white table cloth and then over at Sakura was already so close to him in the booth. He felt the pit of his stomach heat up with feelings once more and had to force his eyes to move away, least his body act out on it's own and do something he would later regret. "I didn't mind that," he answered, his level tone betraying none of the bubbling emotions that existed beneath the surface of appearances.
Sakura looked up at him and smiled a small pathetic excuse of a smile. "Thanks, I feel like that's all I've been saying lately. I wanted to be able to rely on myself more but I just end up burdening others and making it difficult for them." Sasori oppened his mouth to say something back to her but she beat him to it, grabbing her menu and exclaiming. "Wow, look at all the swanky grub they got at this place. I have no idea what I'm going to order. Are you driving home, cause if you are I'll order some wine."
"Order whatever you want. I'll drive so you can have the wine."
"Sucks to be you then, cause I'm going with the wine."
"Sakura..." She didn't look up at him. "Are you okay?"
She turned to him with masked eyes and streached a smile. "Of course I'm okay. What? You thought I was bugging just cause I ran into my dad? Seriously, I'm way past that drama. It's all in the past, now. Come on cheer up, don't be so gloomy and order something will ya?"
His plans for romancing her until she was completely his withered in his breast. Right now all he wanted to do was hold her and comfort her. She was fighting herself, he could tell. She was not genuine even if her acting was good he could tell right away that she was holding up a mask for him to see. He didn't want that mask, he wanted her.
She didn't look at him, but held her menu up further.
"Sakura." He tried again, this time reaching out to put his hand over her own as she held up that blasted menu. "Look at me."
She closed her eyes and turned away so he pulled her face towards his with his free hand and she followed weightlessly, as if she were a balloon. She was giving up and seeing that in her eyes broke his spirit. He pressed her face to his breast and hugged her tightly.
He held her like that for a while before she said something into his shirt.
"I don't think they've ever loved me. Not even when I was a child...if your own parents can't even love you in this world than who can?"
Sasori kissed the top of her head. "Let me show you."
Her lips were his, and his fate was hers. They shared eternity together in a moment that spanned all of time.
And he was definitely driven mad by logic,
By the ugly and alien logic of predestination.
Poetry was not the disease, but the medicine;
Poetry partly kept him in health. -G.K. Chesterton
Please...don't kill me. I need to live long enough to own my own library.
Yes, it just stops and leaves you. I don't know what happened, but somewhere along the way this sort of died inside me. I had it all planned out and then the plans turned sour and I didn't like what I had and I couldn't write it anymore and then I felt bad...still do if anyone cares to know. I always thought that maybe one day I would finish this but I guess this is what I have to live with. There are some other major changes I will be going through on this site so keep your eyes open if you want to know what I'm doing with my other stories.
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