Chapter Seventeen: Ooh La La
. . .Thirty minutes Later. . .
Sasha had thoroughly inspected the puppet master's house to find no evidence that he was up to no good and she then later asked him some mandatory questions which he all passed with flying-colors.
"Well, looks like you're all good!" Sasha exclaimed cheerfully and giggled.
"Well, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" Sasori replied smoothly but cockily as he flipped his hair and then chuckled.
Sakura growled as she felt her vein pop and she scowled.
"Well, bye Sasori! I got to go!" Sasha proclaimed ecstatically, her voice somewhat seductive, and she pulled Sasori into a quick hug.
Sakura twitched at seeing her hug him and she felt her blood boil.
Sasha waved at the puppet master as she flashed him a flirtatious wink and then she finally exited his home.
"Finally... She's gone..." Sakura grumbled bitterly as she stared down at the floor, immense annoyance in her voice, and she felt her face turn the color of cherries.
Sasori aloofly turned around to face his girlfriend and he smirked. "It's all over your face. You're jealous aren't you?"
"WHAT?! NO! I'm NOT jealous!" Sakura denied all flustered as her cheeks were ferociously burning of crimson-red and she firmly clenched both of her fists.
"Are you sure?" Sasori questioned nonchalantly but playfully and his smirk grew.
"I'm NOT!" Sakura argued stubbornly as the blood wouldn't stop rushing to her cheeks and she then huffed.
"You have nothing to worry about. The only person in this entire world that I find attractive is you," Sasori assured smoothly, his voice soothing but playful as he flashed her an tiny grin, and he aloofly adjusted his hands into his pockets.
Dumbstruck at his words, her mouth hung open innocently as her eyes began to tremble wildly, and her cheeks were flushed of pink.
Suddenly, Sakura remembered that she was suppose to train with her team sometime this morning, and a gasp of fear had escaped from her lips.
"AH! I have to GO! I have to go train with my team right now!" Sakura announced in panic as she waved her arms around frantically and she then began to rush towards the door; however, Sasori grabbed her arm from behind.
Sakura spun around to face Sasori and he pulled her closer to him. He had a firm grip on her and the pinkette felt her heart beat accelerate at a rapid pace as she felt her cheeks burning of scarlet-red.
"You're not going anywhere. You're still sick," Sasori stated strictly while he was looking down at her as concern was lurking in his voice and his face almost seemed to be expressionless.
"I feel FINE!" Sakura protested boldly, her eyes fierce, and she growled. "Now let go of me!"
The pinkette struggled to break the grip he had on her.
Without any hesitation, he released his grip on her, and her eyes grew wide in surprise.
"Might I remind you that I wouldn't want you stealing my clothes now...considering you are still wearing them..." Sasori reminded quietly but smoothly, his voice somewhat trailing off, and a tiny smirk formed across his lips.
Immediately, Sakura winced as she promptly glanced down at the current clothes she was wearing, and she felt herself blushing of embarrassment.
"S-Shut u-up!" Sakura hissed weakly in defeat, averting her eyes downwards to the floor, and her cheeks were now the color of strawberries.
