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Once more, you could feel that little boy's piercing stare as you sat on one of the swings at the park. You ignored it for the time being, in favor of the drawing you were making. Your little hands held the brush tightly and it moved fluidly across the page, showing how much talent you had when it came to art, even at such a young age.
Most people would think that a child like yourself would be creating happy and colorful images, something that an innocent child with a vast imagination could think of. That was not the case however. Instead, the picture you're creating can be considered strange, if not a bit disturbing. It consisted of a little girl, bearing an uncanny resemblance to you, hollow eyes cast downwards. On either side of the little girl was an image of a man and a woman, each holding onto her tiny hands. What made the drawing strange, was that the man and the woman had no face.
As you finished the drawing, you gazed at it with blank eyes, your lips etched into a thin line. Silently, you turned to the little boy beside you, having made his way over while you were busy. His messy red hair reflected the setting sun while his brown eyes looked at the image you created curiously.
"...What do you want?"
The boy looked up and locked gazes with you, your frown deepening. The both of you stared at each other for a while and then he looked back on your drawing.
"How come they don't have faces?"
You saw him pointing at the adults on either side of the child.
"I don't know what they look like. My parents I mean."
"Oh...why? Are they really busy that you never get to see them?"
"No. I never met them in the first place. I got abandoned when I was still a baby."
"Is that why you look so sad?"
You didn't say a word after that. Quickly, you packed your things and got up and started walking away. You can hear the little boy trailing behind you, asking you to wait.
"What?" You asked annoyed.
"Will you be here again tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"I'll come again. Then we can play and you can meet my mom and dad!"
"...Whatever."
The red haired boy kept his promise and the next day, he was at the park again, waiting for you as he sat on the swing. Once he saw you, he gave you a smile and a little wave. You merely returned the gesture with a simple nod.
"You know I never got your name..."
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Smile (Sasori x Reader)
FanfictionFor Sasori, art was something that lasts forever. An eternal beauty. That day however, he was proven wrong.