𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 || ᴺᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ ᴼⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ⁽ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳⁱˡʸ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ⁾

017 | 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒~𝚂𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎...

     All right, now how about another artist, Sasori perhaps?

     Other than to have his father and mother killed by Sakumo Hatake in battle, leaving him in the care of his grandmother, Chiyo. He learned puppetry from his grandmother which later he was renowned as Sasori of the Red Sand, was an S-rank missing-nin from Sunagakure's Puppet Brigade and a member of Akatsuki, where he was partnered with Orochimaru and later Deidara. 

     Fun fact: Sasori and his former partners Orochimaru and Deidara all had a role in the deaths of three of the Kazekage. Sasori killed the Third, Orochimaru killed the Fourth, and Deidara was responsible for the Fifth.

     It was a tiring and troublesome day for Sasori. The puppet shop had run out of the supplies he needed, Deidara was giving him brain damage, not like the blond straight-up dragged him into the bomb-filled field. Romance had begun to bloom between the Akatsuki leader and the paper woman - one he can't believe he lost too long before he joined the group - as he walked your little cottage came into view, which brought him immense relief. The closer he got, the more relaxed he was.

     His eyes were delighted as it feasted on the scene of your breathtaking garden you spent so much time on caring. Even the thought of you in your little apron with a watering can in your hands and a sun hat on your head was enough to bring a heatwave of pastel pink upon his cheeks to accompany his stark red hair.

     As he stepped foot into your garden, he spotted a figure by the window, just hiding behind the curtains. He peeked inside to find you in the kitchen with a pet rabbit sitting in one of the island stools. A loaf of rabbit to be exact; the little guy had his legs tucked under himself with his head hung low and dropped ears. The slim ray of sunlight that managed to escape into the cooking area hit the soft fluff ball's fur, forming a golden stripe where it hit.

     Meanwhile, you were also present. Back turned to the rabbit, wearing the apron he fantasied about earlier. Humming a low gentle melody,

     "So this is love," you appeared to be mixing something, judging by the bowl you held in one hand and a whisk in the other. "Mmm..."

     Hearing the lyrics of the song you sing, Sasori's lips turned up forming a smile. For a moment, he lets you continue your private concert, knowing you haven't noticed his existence. You spun around to the little bun bread on the stool, nuzzling your nose with his. Sasori turned a little bitter seeing the gesture, a pout creeping onto his lips. If you were talking about cheating on him with that long-eared rodent then he's not gonna have it.

     "So this is what makes life divine," you pulled back and faced the stove. "I'm all aglow, and now I know."

     Setting the bowl down, you reached into the cabinets, fingers finding the handle of a pan. The puppeteer stood outside, he never knew how good you were, now listening to you, it was as if he was being serenaded by an angel. You stopped singing when you were done cracking the eggs into a bowl, looking down you saw your reflection on the marble surface. You chuckled to yourself before you continued your humming. He wanted to stay outside and watch, not wanting to ruin your little concert. However, the urge of coming in, hug you, take in your lovely scent, and take that bun bread away to show that he doesn't have a chance with her, was not backing down.

     He entered through the front door, not going through the window as he did not want on you to suspect he was watching the entire time. "I'm home."

     "Welcome home!" the sound of your voice melted his icy heart.

     "Never knew you could sing that well, love."

     Oh, how your cheeks and the tips of your ears turned a light shade of red. The sight was adorable. He wished he could paint it and hang it up on a wall or in his bedroom, despite being no painter.

     "You- how did you-"

      "I listened earlier outside before coming in..." he had no idea why he confessed, but he did. He planted a short kiss on your lips. "Maybe you should sing more."

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