A Sasori Love Story.

Chapter 2

Chapter two.

You groaned and rolled over in bed. Your body ached and you felt a jolt of pain, causing you to clench your teeth.

“Ow…” you cried, hugging yourself. Just then you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you close. They were nice and warm, and smelled real good. You cuddled up to them, not sure of whom it was. You began to recall the dream you had. You were with Sasori from Naruto. He was so nice. ‘Now why couldn’t Masashi Kishimoto introduce Sasori like that in the first place?’ you thought as you pretended to keep sleeping.

“I know you’re awake. Open your eyes.” You heard a voice, say as it gave out a small laugh. ‘That voice!’ you opened your eyes and sat up, the pain suddenly gone for the most part. You looked to the person beside you and saw the cute red headed Sasori smiling away at you. Your mind went immediately to the wrong place, mostly because he was bear chested and smirking.

“Oh god, we didn’t?” His face went pale and he sat up quickly.

“N-no! We didn’t! I- I’d never! Especially since you were unconscious! That’s rape isn’t it?” He started to freak out.

“I’m pretty sure… but we didn’t right?”

“We didn’t!” His face was bright red.

“Then why’re we in the same bed?” You asked.

“You looked in pain. When I would touch you to see if you were okay, you calmed down. You wouldn’t let me go, so I stayed.” He explained. Your face turned pink.

“Oh. Well thank you then.” He nodded, sliding out of bed.

“Uh… you hungry?” he asked, scratching the back of his head and rubbing his eye. You nodded. “Anything you normally eat when you get up?” he asked, stretching a little.

“Cereal?” you asked.

“How about eggs and bacon?” He asked pulling a shirt off the floor and throwing it on. He was wearing a pair of blue stripped pajama pants, and the shirt was black.

“I didn’t know you could cook?” you smiled, crawling to the edge of his bed.

“When you live alone, you learn to take care of yourself…” He smiled, patting your head softly. You giggled and pulled his hand to your face.

“Eggs and bacon sounds good.” He watched you take in the softness of his hand before smiling and pulling away.

“Feel free to steal some clothes of mine and shower. I’ll take you out to buy you a new outfit later.” He said, walking out of the room.

“Oh? You don’t have to do that.” You shouted. He poked his head back in.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I want to, there’s a difference.” He smiled, and left again. You got up and realized you were wearing your underpants, bra and an unknown t-shirt you guessed was his. You jumped up and ran to the door way.

“You undressed me?” You yelled. He was on the floor with his head in a cupboard. So when you yelled this, he dropped the frying pan in his hand and hit his head.

“Ow! No! You did!” He yelled back, rubbing his head as he glared at you from behind the kitchen table.

“What? How? I thought I was unconscious?” You yelled. He sighed and stood up.

“You were, watch…” His hand pointed at you and blue strings appeared, connecting to you and making you walk to a closet, grab a towel, and then walk into another room. That room turned out to be the bathroom.