Unspoken (Sasori x Reader)

Constellations

Sasori's lithe fingers pushed a lock of wild hair from your wide, glimmering eyes. He then held his finger to his delicate lips before gently easing you up into a sitting position. Your eyes held so many questions, but his expression was unreadable, yet calm. Typical. Your beating heart finally eased enough that the soothing ambient noises of Deidara's bedroom came back to life. He stood as silent as a phantom, his hands leaving you. You felt a flicker of disappointment knowing now that it was his touch leaving and not some random intruder. However, he held his hand out to you, and your heart kicked back up again.

You had no idea what was going on, or why he would wake you in the middle of the night. The questions were endless in your mind, but with him you felt oddly willing to follow this enigma of a man wherever he wished to take you. So, you placed your hand into his much broader one.

He led you outside of the apartment with you clad in only a pair of your socks and pajamas, a jacket draped over his other arm. Neither of you spoke a word as he led you up a couple of floors higher, the summer air now much crisper at this time of night. Sasori stopped you both at the fifth story of the complex, your journey ending at the guard railing all the way at the end. He took the jacket from his arms and draped it over your shoulders. You realized with delight that it had to be his own as you had seen him wearing it earlier that night. The warm, woodsy scent of pine immediately made you feel safe.

Then, he looked ahead and up at the sky as if you were never there in the first place. Perplexed, you followed suit and mimicked his relaxed posture against the iron bars. The both of you stood in silence for a couple of minutes before your curiosity became unbearable.

"What are we doing here?"

"Look up," he said, gesturing up towards the sky. The distance was full of street lights, buildings, and the occasional car, but skyward you witnessed something you had never seen before. The light pollution sullied the view, but once your eye caught it you realized you were experiencing a meteor shower. You gasped softly, covering your mouth in wonder. Even though you weren't able to have the full effect you were still in complete awe at the beautiful display of streaks in the sky. It felt like seeing a falling star, but the stars wouldn't stop falling. One wish turned into two with three close behind, and you were at a loss for what could be truly valuable to wish for. A moment of contemplation enlightened you.

I want to know you. I would like to be close to you. If only I knew where to start...

"What are you thinking about?" Sasori asked quietly, his eyes resembling a crackling fire from the warm streetlights below.

"I..." you faltered, unsure of what to say without sounding like a complete dork. "A lot of things."

"Like?"

You blinked. Then, you closed your eyes for just a moment because you didn't want to see the look of rejection on his face when you spoke. "You. I'm thinking about you." It was quiet, insects chirping quietly in the surrounding trees. It was so quiet you were honestly afraid that he had left you there alone. You took a deep breath and slowly peeked an eye open. Your heart felt soothed by the sight of him still there, the tiniest hint of a smile at the edge of his lips. You blinked again, and it was replaced with his typical nonchalant expression.

"Did you make a wish?" He asked. You bit your lip and gently fidgeted with your thumbs.

"Yes."

"Good," he breathed and glanced down beneath the two of you. You felt so confused in this moment between the two of you. You didn't hardly know him, and you were nowhere close to understanding him. It felt like his entire being was a code begging to be cracked, begging to be studied. You wanted to figure it out so bad, but didn't know where to start. "Because I didn't."

"Why not?" You frowned as your brow furrowed. Your body leaned in closer to his as if his next words were going to be lost in the gentle breeze. Sasori pursed his lips for a moment before turning his head to face you, and in his eyes you felt a deep sadness hidden behind layers of stained glass.

"These meteors are finite and meaningless. They're beautiful for only a split second before they're gone." His head slightly tilted to the side. "How could I ever rely on something so transient?" Your heart ached at the solemn words, his eyes never leaving yours. "I could never place my hopes and dreams on something so ephemeral."

The streetlights reflected the soft curves of his face, but the shadows hugged his sharp jaw and strong nose. You felt like you truly where gazing at a face carved from the smoothest stone. You reached out and placed a hand on his bicep and smiled. "Some things aren't meant to last," you said. "Some things are meant to be enjoyed in the moment before they're gone. These stars may never make my wish come true. They may die out before I can even get there, but they give me the courage to at least try anyway."

Sasori regarded you for a moment before looking down at the hand on his arm. You hugged his jacket closer to you with your free hand. "Do these fading things truly mean that much to you?" He asked.

"They do. They were worth knowing and experiencing even if I couldn't make them stay."

"I see." He whispered. Sasori's eyes lifted to meet your own again, and he stood to his full height. You let your hand fall to your side as you turned to face him. You felt shy and intimidated with your feelings, but you weren't ashamed of them. "I want this beauty to be eternal. Things of quality should be made to last for eons to come," he said. "That is the true meaning of art in life."

You grinned. "I can agree with some of that myself. It's good to feel that way because that means that the things you choose to do and create are pursued with the utmost care." Sasori nodded in agreement. "That actually reminds me, Sasori. What art medium do you enjoy and study in?"

Sasori looked out over the horizon, his hands in his pockets. "I create puppets." You blinked, not even remotely expecting that response. Puppets? You thought he might have wanted to become an artist of paint and charcoal with the way he had been consumed with his drawing pad earlier.

"What were you drawing earlier?" You asked.

"I was finalizing a sketch for the next puppet I wanted to create, but the brat wouldn't stop bothering me." You giggled.

"I would love to see your puppets whenever you have the time. I'm sure that they're beautiful, Sasori." You reached for your pocket, but realized in dismay that you didn't have your phone with you. You frowned. "I was going to get your number, but I think I left my phone inside."

"I'll leave a note for you." The moment the words left his mouth your heart was already doing leaps of joy. Acceptance! You tried to hide your growing excitement. "What are you studying?"

"Music," you said. "I would like to become a well known musician one day. I like to create compositions, and maybe one day I'll be conducting and performing amazing original pieces." Your heart swelled with pride at the statement. You had worked so hard the majority of your life on your dreams, and to be able to see crowds of people enjoying your performances would mean the world to you. To know that the feelings you translated into music could sway the hearts and minds of your listeners filled you with immense joy.

"Interesting," he said, that subtle smile appearing again. "I would like to experience your form of art as well." You turned away from the glimmering skies, your attention focused on what you deemed to be even more fascinating and gorgeous. The two of you began the walk back to the apartment, and you felt as if your wish really did come true in this quiet, intimate moment.

"I would be honored to play for you, Sasori."