In The Cavern: Savoring The Silence
A SasoSaku

“Why is it that you dislike emotions and love so much?” Sakura asked Sasori in the cavern.
“I don’t dislike it girl. I have never received it.” Sasori said on the other side of the cave.
“But you seem to harbor hate for it.” Sakura said. “Why hate it if you never knew it?”
It had been this way since the cave collapsed. Chiyo was dead among the rubble, and there were only small holes which let air out. Sasori just sat and watched how Sakura hysterically tried to break her way out. She soon gave up, waited for someone to come and rescue her. She had then taken up staring at her ‘enemy’. Sasori was a bit annoyed by this.

“Who ever said that I never knew love?” Sasori said, refusing to look at her. Why he answered her was beyond his understanding. He didn’t like talking, and this was a very unfortunate situation. He could kill her to shut her up, or to avenge the loss of his puppets, but he rather watch starve to death.
It would be even more satisfying.
“I have given love, to my puppets. All my works are loved. They are master pieces admired by all. I AM a master piece admired by all.” Sasori said.

Sakura looked at him disbelievingly.
“Being admired and being loved are two different things. In fact, I think you are afraid of being loved. Why else would you hide behind all your puppets?” Sakura snapped. Sasori looked at her.
This little snippet of a girl was...snapping at him about matters she would never understand. It wasn’t even a question of how dared she, it was a question whether she was sane.

“I do not fear anything. And I do not hide behind my puppets, for I am one them and my puppets are me.” Sasori said, hoping that the insane child would shut up and die already.

“But if it was a question between your body and theirs, who would be the first to go?” Sakura said, smiling at him triumphantly.

The nerve of the girl! She was right and he knew it. He had second thoughts about stabbing her.

“Speechless, I see. So why do you hate love?” Sakura egged me on.
“Because people who are in love are all masochists.” Sasori said, hating himself.
“So in the end you are just a scared little boy, afraid of being hurt, aren’t you?”Sakura said.
This little bitch was pushing him beyond anything. She opened up old wounds that should have stayed with his human body. He felt pain. One more word and he would kill her and enjoy it.

“Is this a trade mark of Suna? To make sure that all their children are afraid of emotions? Do all of you hide behind something? Gaara hid behind his sand as a way to ward off any body who wanted to acknowledge him. Are you hiding from pain in that wooden shell of yours?” Sakura, standing up. Apparently she forgot Sasori could kill her in a second, and grew bold by Sasori’s silence.

“Do not go there, girl.” Sasori said roughly.
Sakura, sanity abandoned, chose to bite the hand that feeds.
“In fact, with all Suna’s antiemotionalness, I am surprised people are born there.” Sakura said.
It didn’t hurt a bit.
“Well, is my god forsaken village supposed to be like yours, where people breed like rabbits?” Sasori said.
Sakura was taken aback, remembering that this was an emotionless puppet.
“Yes, but I am surprised you even know the meaning of pleasure. Then again, your so afraid of everything that everyone must be at a two feet radius, unless they are pieces of wood.” She said.

‘Enough. I am not going to play Insult One Another with this girl.’ Sasori thought. His cord lashed at her, wrapping around her, and he came up to her. Sakura twitched in fear. “There is only so far you can go.” Sasori said, going up to her.
In a second, his lips were on her. She started shivering, while he pressed on, savoring the silence.
He pulled away and said, “Who ever said I couldn’t feel pleasure girl?”, then walked off smiling, sure that he would at least get a few moments of silence.