red rose [sasori]

chapter three: photograph

I quietly try to concentrate, but my hands shake like an earthquake.

"Dammit," I yell out of frustration to hear someone running into the kitchen.

"What? What's wrong, un," Deidara asks looking all over me and around me. When he sees what I'm doing he rolls his eyes. "You're still trying to paint your nails? Why don't you go ask-"

"Because he's scary and I've asked him a bunch of times to," I cut him off before he could say the name of the red head that always seems to glare at me.

"Probably because you keep chipping them, un."

"Would you please help me, Deidara? Please?"

He sighs, but nods and moves to me, he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat before taking my hand in his. "You're really bad at painting your nails, un."

"I'm aware of that, Deidara."

I quietly watch as Deidara carefully paints my nails. Sasori usually does because he's more careful and does it so smoothly. I like watching him paint my nails because he looks so concentrated, he looks like he's in another world. The first time he painted my nails he was so gentle, like he was holding a baby chick in his hands. That was less than a month ago. The day after they took me.

The guys are actually more friendly than I thought they would be. They're funny and nice at times, but they like to pick on each other like brothers. It's strange, I thought for sure it'd be like a jail.

"What are you two up to," Kisame asks coming into the kitchen and moving to the refrigerator. "Painting her nails...again. You should be more careful, Nami. Or learn to paint your own nails."

"Yeah, yeah. I don't need you to mother me, Kisame," I mutter and Deidara chuckles looking up to me.

"You should learn to paint your nails though, un. My man might turn you into a puppet if he has to keep doing it for you."

"It already looks like he wants to kill me. He always glares at me and I'm starting to think he already has his tools laid out for me," I sigh leaning back in the chair. "He needs to lighten up. He never laughs or even smiles for the matter. Sometimes I wonder what he looks like with a smile. I'm sure if he did smile a bunch of girls would fall in love with him. He's even more handsome than Sasuke Uchiha."

Kisame closes the fridge and turns to us leaning against it. For a moment he just stares at him like he's trying to figure out a riddle. "You don't know?"

"Know what," I ask as Deidara grabs my other hand and starts to paint my nails.

"Sasori is a puppet. No one should fall for him, you shouldn't fall for him. He doesn't care about girls or anyone really. He doesn't feel anything, he has no emotions. He's not even alive."

"That's not really nice to say, Kisame," Itachi says coming into the kitchen with a plate. "You don't know what Sasori feels. If you want to know, Nana. You should ask him yourself."

"Ask me what?"

I stiffen and everyone else except Itachi does too. I find myself holding my breath as I look over to Sasori who stands at the doorway.

"She wanted to ask you-"

"If you'd like to hear a new song I wrote," I cut Itachi off getting up from my chair. Sasori's eyes move to me and I feel like I'm paralyzed.