Akasuna no Sakura (COMPLETED)

❤️Chapter 8❤️

Chapter 8:

Sasori found himself cuddling with his daughter, having a very serious conversation with a barely three year old girl. He was naked from the waist up, both of them laying on their sides almost intimately. Sasori was trying to explain to her in no simple terms everything she had to learn about the world.

Her birthday was just next week.

"Sakura. My puppet body is an eternal piece of art. You understand?" Sasori held her gently. Sakura's breath was close to his face and blowing sweet breath in his face

"Like boom?" Sakura giggled. Sasori prayed to the gods above that she would never see Deidara in the sky, crazed and dropping bombs with an almost pleasurable moan . Deidara himself would tell Sakura about his clay, had let her touch and hold it, had let her played with it. Deidara loved to tell Sakura about his arts. The art that she never truly got to experience because she had yet to see the clay explode. Leader-Sama had long since banned him from activating that exploding clay inside of the Akatsuki headquarters.

"Yes Like Deidara's clay. My body is art, one that I made with my own hands." Sasori explained to his daughter. She clutched his hands underneath the blanket, feeling his skin.

"You don't feel like a puppet." She mutter confusingly. Sasori smirked at her.

"My skin is made of life matter from my real human body." Sasori shuffled lightly at her confused look. "Skin and bones." He poked her belly making her squeal.

"I like puppet stories." Sakura practically flowed with warmth. Sasori smirked, glad his own daughter thought his was art was superior.

"Daddy?" Sakura asked, leaning closer to whisper. Sasori closed his eyes in blissful comfort. "Yes doll face?" He would call her that because her own beautifully crafted features rivaled all, even his handmade ones.

"Where'd uncle Deidara go? I was hoping to jump on him." She snickered. Sasori's face didn't change in the slightest.

"I told him to leave." He shrugged, placing a kiss on her forehead. She stared at him. "What?"

"We finished our sleepover, and I told him very promptly to leave. I realized that your the only one I like in this bed, Sakura." Sasori blew a raspberry on her neck but Sakura flinched. "What's wrong?" He asked her. Sakura pouted.

"Daddy." She whined. "Uncle Deidara was excited to spend time with you."

"Is that what this is about? He's fine doll, I just didn't want him to stay the whole morning. He only left a while ago."' Sasori shrugged and closed his eyes. Sakura sighed. My daddy doesn't even realize how mean he can be sometimes.

"Did Uncle go willingly?" Sakura moved away from Sasori, putting herself on the other side of the bed. Sasori nodded, not wanting to explain to his daughter the look of pain of Deidara's face when Sasori had practically dismissed him last night the second they had finished.

"He's fine. He'll get over it." Sasori shrugged and turned around. He knew no matter what he said she'd be mad at him. Sakura glared at the back of his head.

"Why are you such a poopy head?!" She screamed and angrily got out from the covers. Stomping over to her bookcase that her father had made her, she scrolled through it.

Sasori watched her curiously. "You want me to read you a story baby?" He knew that if she kept stomping like that then she would eventually get frustrated and leave. Then Sasori would have to track her down and he really didn't want to leave his comfortable bed.

"No! Uncle Deidara will." She turned around with a heavy pout and stuck her tongue around. Sasori glared back at her.

"You little brat!" He glared at her. "Whatever we have going on is none of your business."