Hello, all. Yes I am still here. I didn't forget about this story. I haven't written since December mostly because I was working on some other fanfics, but also because I wasn't exactly sure what to do next in this story. I know some of the main plot points but the in between stuff is what stops me.

I am going to change the time frame again. It will now be that they have to complete their mission in two weeks. It takes three days to get to the village and two to get to the akatsuki meeting. Keep in mind this is on their second day at the village so they have 12 days left.9 I will change the first chapter soon. Just keep that time change in mind. If I didn't change it then I would be writing this story forever!

So sorry if this chapter sucks. I hope the story will get better soon :P


After their meal, Sasori and Amber weren't exactly sure what they should do next. Things between them were still extremely awkward. They walked through the small shops that were open to the tourist on the main road. Occasionally to try and start a conversation, Sasori would point to an interesting item. She would either nod or say something like "that's cool". It was weird for Sasori being the talkative one because he usually rarely spoke. Even when they were dating, Amber talked ten times as much as Sasori. For her to be quiet was so strange to him.

They saw an art supply store. Amber actually looked exicted for that. When Sasori asked if she would like to go inside, she tried to pretend like she didn't care, but he could tell she really wanted to.

They both entered the small shop. The walls were filled with speciality art items, not any of the cheap stuff large corporate companies makes. These were all homemade supplies with high quality products to make that. The paints were made of any chemicals, but rather natural herbs that had better quality color. All the pencils were perfectly shaped and came in every shade you could think of.

Amber automatically looked at the pencils, since drawing was what she specialized in. She looked through the different shades of blue. It was Lia's favorite color. She found one shade that she hasn't seen before. It was an incredibly pure shade of sky blue. It looked really different.

"Are you getting that?" Sasori asked.

She shrugged, "It's a good shade. I think I will."

She went up to the counter to buy it. Sasori said he would pay for it, but she said she didn't want any of her art to be paid for with his "dirty money". He waited for her outside.

She was out of the store in about a minute. She put the pencils and wallet back in her purse. Sasori saw something fall out her bag. She didn't notice it. He picked it up and was about to give it back to her when he noticed what it was.

He unfolded it and saw it was the picture she had drawn of him the day before he left. He remembered how much detail and effort she had put into it, especially around his eyes.

She saw what he was holding and gasped. She ripped it out of his hands.

"Don't go looking through my stuff!" she said angrily.

"It fell out of your bag and I picked it up," he explained, "Why did you keep a picture of me all this time?"

She blushed and put the picture back in her bag, "It doesn't matter."

Sasori frowned, "It does to me."

She sighed, "I just like that picture, alright? I put in a lot of work into this."

"You put in a lot of effort to all of your drawings," he said, "I didn't realize you still had any feelings for me after all I did to you."

"I don't!" she yelled, "You don't mean anything to me."

He could see the angry in her eyes, but there was something much stronger behind it; pain. She looked like she was using the anger so she wouldn't start crying.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked.

She turned away from him. She didn't respond for a minute, as if she was trying to calm herself down.

"There are so many things I hate about you," she said quietly, "but the thing I hate the most is how I can't get over you. I feel completely torn. My brain wants nothing more than to hate you and never see you again, but my heart remembers those years we had together. I can't let you go no matter how much I want to."

He put a hand on her shoulder, but she shook it off.

"I still love you," he said, " I meant it when I said my heart would always belong to you. I never forgot about you."

She turned back to him, and he could see tears forming in her eyes.

"You really have no idea all they things that have happened to me since you left," she said, "You've been driving me insane all these years."

"I'm sorry," he said. He didn't know how he could say anything else to make it better, "Would you ever give me another chance?"

She wiped her eyes, "I...maybe. I don't know."

He gently brushed away the single tear that remained on her cheek, "I hope you do."

He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. She gasped a bit but didn't turn away. He wrapped his arms around her. To his surprise she actually started kissing him back.

He was thrilled to be with his love like that again, but at the same time it made him feel depressed. He could feel her faintly but the wooden skin wasn't the same. He felt his heart become filled with despair when he realized he would never be with her the same way again. He had known all those years ago that he would be giving up any feeling he had left in his body, but now he would give anything to have it back. He just wanted to feel her kissing him again.

Amber stopped kissing him when she felt that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"Ya I am..." He said quietly.

She frowned, "You can't feel it, can you?"

"Not much," he admitted, "It isn't the same."

She sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be!" He said, "This is my own stupid fault. It has nothing to do with you. Why did you let me kiss you?"

"I don't know," Amber said, "I guess I'm just a weak person who is exhausted of fighting with myself. I wanted to see if I could go back."

"And can you?" He asked.

She hesitated, "I think I may be able to."


They walk back to the hotel. Amber had allowed Sasori to hold her hand. Just like the kiss, he could barely feel it. It made him feel worse and worse the more he couldn't feel her touches.

They both made their way up to the rooms. They stopped outside Amber's door.

"Thank you," he said.

She smiled and kissed him lightly, "You're welcome."

She went into her room and closed the door. Sasori slowly walked back to his own room. He sighed. He didn't know what he was going to do. He thought that when he was 15 he was ready to become eternal art, but now he wanted to take that all back. He wanted to be human for Amber again. No matter what, he would find a way to make that happen!


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