＊『 Bloody Diablo 』＊

.＊°Chapter 11°＊.

Sakura fumbled nervously with her short pink locks and sat with a sad expression. She was currently sitting on Sasori's bed . The redhead had brought her at his place and had a plan that could fix her hair for the moment. She didn't trust him but he had somehow convinced her. She was worried if he'd mess up her hair and get them far worse than their current condition, but she couldn't do anything now. If she rejected to his offer to help out, it might hurt him and she didn't want that. Maybe, he could come up with something better than her expectations...
Sasori entered his room with a pair of scissors, a comb and a towel along with a hairspray. She glanced at the tools he brought and a slight tinge of fear ran over her.

"Sit here." He said while motioning towards a seat which was a part of his study in the corner of his room. She got up from the redhead's huge luxurious bed and headed where he had instructed to. He followed behind and placed the things on the table while the pinkette sat on the seat. Nervousness aroused her from head to toe and she could feel her own heart beating crazily against her chest. Was getting a simple cut this scary? The redhead spread a towel around her shoulders and combed her hair with a comb bad untangled the small knots which were formed by the previous incident gently. The pinkette stayed still in her position and he kept combing till her pink locks got smooth and free from those knots. Then he picked up the sprayer and sprayed the water on her hair. She shivered as the cold water droplets hit the skin on the back of her neck. Sakura didn't liked the cold sensation and Sasori's room was already really chilly. He chuckled deeply at her sudden reaction and continued to spray till her hair were all wet. After that he brought a pair of scissors and trimmed her locks carefully. She bit her lip and waited for the redhead to finish. As he was trimming her bubblegum coloured hair he noticed that they had a cherry scent in them which was pretty satisfying. Sasori stroked her hair and felt their softness. Oh her hair were one of the best things he liked in her, he would recognise wherever she was just by the specific colour. If he could at the moment, he would destroy the living daylights out of Karin, what she did with her beautiful long locks was horrible. Couldn't she just admire her beauty instead of resenting her to no end? Anyways, he wanted to simply feel the pink strings between his fingers and...

He shook all of those weird thoughts off his head and thought of giving a final touch to her hair.

"How much is left?" Sakura asked while feeling that the haircut was done since he just suddenly stopped. He laughed again.

"Be patient Sakura."
Sakura huffed in annoyance. Why was he telling her to be patient and he was the impatient one always ranting for not liking to be kept waiting.

"Says the impatient one."
Smirking at her remark, he snipped a little more of her hair and the result was quite remarkable; according to him. He grabbed the towel and dusted off all the small hair. She felt her trimmed locks with her right hand and got up.

"Wait, don't you want them to fully dry up?" Sasori asked while throwing the towel on his table.

"No, I'd like to see what you did right now, besides they are close to being dry."

He shrugged and pointed towards a pitch black door close to his study. She advanced there with both excitement and fear in her veins. She opened the door and stood in the bathroom. Desperate eyes ran across a reflection of herself displayed infront of her eyes and they went wide. She looked so unique... The pinkette never expected the redhead to cut her hair according to what would suit her face. A contented smile graced upon her lips as she checked herself on a new angle. Where in the world did he learnt to cut a girl's hair like that?
The redhead slightly grinned when he noticed the happy pinkette. Her smile was the most beautiful thing right now, he was surprisingly glad that he was the one making her feel like that.