Nick of time |NARUTO|

Puppets resolve [31]

Recap: the akatsuki extract the one tails from gaara who's now temporarily dead courtesy of Tenshi who used her chakra to prolong his death beforehand. She and the artist duo stay back to confront the leaf nin which result in her leaving off with deidara before returning to Sasori from a bad feeling  caused by the old memories. She ends up taking the hit for Sasori and chiyo and Sakura get away.

"Because I knew you wouldn't."
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"I-itaii! That hurts!" Tenshi whines comically.

"Stop being a brat, that's what happens when you get stabbed."

I sweat drop as the red head finishes rewrapping my wound with fresh bandages. Right now every one else was on a mission or on the way back from one. The only people in the base as of now are me and Sasori.  Deidara still had yet to come back from yesterdays events causing the snow haired girl to slightly worry. I told that  idiot didn't do anything reckless.

Sighing I  released my hold on my shirt which I had raised up a a little. Sasori puts the bandages and herb cream away. I scooted  back on my bed and relaxed against the wall; completely pooped out from the week all together. Hell I was pooped out for tomorrow and it wasn't even close to it being it yet. Feeling pressure dip into the bed, I crack an eye open in alarm but relax slightly. Sasori was now also on the bed relaxed against the wall like her with his usual bored look. He had planned to meet his spy sometime this week but decided against it. He had a lot of puppets to fix from the battle with his grandmother and the pink haired brat from konoha.

"You shouldn't have saved me."

Tenshis brows raise slightly at the statement in silence before humming in agreement. He was right after all, why save someone who didn't wanna be saved, let alone deserved to be. It was a contradicting act and she honestly didn't know how she was gonna answer it for any of them.

"You have nothing to say." He snaps with a frown making her glance sideways at him, his usual hollow chocolate eyes were now glaring ahead in irritation. Sasori was usually a calm man and the image of the white haired girl next to him getting stabbed for him not to long ago made him more irritated than usual.

"What do you expect me to say Sasori? Sorry for saving you, My bad for getting risking my life for you? Because if so, you're setting yourself up for your own pet peeve." I refer to his impatience.

"I didn't ask you to take the hit you brat!"

"Wether you asked me or not, I would've still done it!"

His glare now shifts to the girl beside him with an irk mark, "Have you ever thought maybe I was supposed to die? You think my grandmother and some little brat from Konoha almost killing me is a coincidence?!"

My eyes turn to saucers as I jab his chest harshly at his lack of gratitude. "Have you ever thought maybe if you you're supposed to be dead then I wouldn't have been sent back to save your ungrateful ass 22 years ago!?"

His expression falters for a second before going back to an unbothered one and leaning back against the wall. His mind was on overdrive right now and he couldn't grasp why. Wether ir was some personal duty of hers or not ; Sasori didn't think she'd go to such lengths to keep him alive. No one had ever done that for the red head before, not even Deidara.