Unspoken (Sasori x Reader)

Wrathful

8:43 AM (Hiroto): Coffee?

You squinted through your sleepy haze at the words on your screen. The text came as a surprise considering how upset he had left you the other night. On one hand you figured getting out of the house would do you good, but on the other the idea of confronting such an awkward situation turned your stomach. You thought that you'd be receiving a permanent cold-shoulder, but Hiroto always came with surprises. Perhaps you had underestimated his ability to handle rejections. Maybe you had only been a simple crush, and once you had finally put your foot down he simply got over it. 

Or, he wasn't done with his hopeless attempts. It was only a matter of time before you shared a work space together again. Therefore, it was probably in your best interest to go ahead and smooth over any wrinkles in the fabric of your friendship.

You arrived in a cable knit sweater and jeans, boots hugging your feet. Despite the arid heat of the season the idea of being in your comfort clothes soothed your worried mind. Plus, the cafe tended to err more on the chillier side of the spectrum, and your exhausted brain screamed a big fat no at that. You found him cozied up in a booth, and with a smile you joined him. He regarded you with a dazzling smile as if nothing had ever transgressed between the two of you before sliding your mug over.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You joked in an effort to ease the residual tension, taking the rounded mug into your hands. Hiroto took a sip of his coffee before jumping right in.

"You're gonna love it," he said, rustling through the brown leather messenger bag on his seat. He brandished a set of two tickets with a dramatic wave of his hand. Your eyebrows raised as you looked over the two slips of shiny paper. The two tickets revealed they were for a concert, but your jaw dropped when you realized who was playing. It was a well-known violinist known by the name of Sheer, and you felt your cheeks flush in excitement.

"How did you get these?" You reached for the tickets, but he held them out of reach. Hiroto clicked his tongue at you playfully, and needless to say you pouted at the antics. It felt natural, and you were glad that this conversation didn't hold any of the dread as the last one you shared. "I thought he never left Kirigakure?"

"Trade secret. Looks like Sheer finally decided to expand his horizons." He said. You looked longingly toward the masked figure on the ticket, admiring the smooth wooden grain of his pure black instrument. What struck you as odd was that you had heard absolutely zero coverage on the fact he'd be playing in your area, but you felt too excited to question a good thing. "I thought we could go together."

"Yes!" You cheered. His face lit up for the second time that morning, and he scooped your hands into his. The touch startled you, but his hold was too firm for you to recoil. You heard the chime of the doorbell and glanced over your shoulder. In the doorway revealed a hooded man, orange tufts of hair protruding from the lip of the fabric. The amount of piercings present on his face almost made you cringe. It wasn't that you were judgmental or anything, but you were sure it had to hurt. Your staring must have caught his attention because now his bored eyes were trained on you.

Embarrassed, you quickly turned away. Your mother constantly chided you on how rude it was to stare, but your town didn't really home many people that looked like him. Hiroto's grip on your hands tightened, and the reminder finally caused you to tug them away with a bit more force than necessary. The tickets were left abandoned on the table.

"Is that guy a friend of yours? What a freak," Hiroto scoffed with a furrowed brow.

"What? No way. I've never seen him in my life, and he's not a freak." You frowned. Everyone deserved to be able to express themselves the way they wanted to. It was another quirk of Hiroto's that further solidified your prior decision. The two of you definitely weren't compatible in yet another way.

"Then why is he coming over here?"

"What?"

Your peripheral vision was taken over by the slim man at your table, his hands in the pockets of his distressed jeans. You leaned further into your booth in apprehension. His eyes were such a soft grey you wondered if he has trouble seeing, but with how quickly he slithered over you figured that wasn't the case.

The stranger slowly rested one of his hands against your table, and the honey color of his ring caught your attention. His nails were neatly filed, perhaps even better than your own, and painted a dark shade. Hiroto appeared to be torn between irritation and fear, his arms crossed over his chest. The man's unsettling presence appeared to be reaching him, too.

"Can I help you?" Hiroto frowned, and the man didn't even spare him a glance. He was fixed on you, and the hairs on your arms prickled.

"Yes, you may leave." Your eyes widened.

"What did you say to me?" Hiroto quipped back, making a move to stand. The moment he was on his feet the older man sighed. You sat glued to your seat, hand anxiously wrapped around the handle of your drink. Several people had paused to see what was going on, and the quiet tension throughout the cafe alarmed you.

The man stared down his nose at your friend, gaze unblinking. His pale lips slightly pursed, and you caught the beginnings of a snarl. "Let me clarify," he began and leaned closer. His voice was dangerously dark, the bass nearly purring in his chest. "It would be in your best interest to leave." Hiroto's ears flushed red with anger. You thought you were going to shrivel on the spot.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Hiroto argued.

His hand shot up and grabbed a fistful of Hiroto's collar, studs of metal protruding from the back of his hand. He had moved so quickly you felt like you must have momentarily blacked out. Fear reflected in Hiroto's eyes, his now trembling hand grabbing his assailant's wrist. The man didn't budge at his attempts to free himself. Instead he turned his attention back to you. An icy chill hugged your heart at his ruthless stare.

"I am Pein."