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Confession

@narutoocshipweek Day 3: Lights

Lights; the glare of the paralytic sun. Hatsue's brown eyes gripped Sasori in a stare. Heat spins. It spirals and swerves-- the desert is flat, but the sky curves in gold. The horizon glistens to a line in silver. The hidden village of Sand shimmers, in sandy grooves.

Then, clear pearls slide down Hatsue's cheeks.

"You're crying." He says so apathetically, wiping her tears with his thumb.

His 'astute' observation is almost hateful if not for. . . well, heartbreak. Sasori being his usual managed to draw the slightest of smile on her lips. "I don't think I can keep being friends with you."

The red head frowns. "You can't."

"What?"

"You promised," he growls. He pulls her hand, to bring their faces within inches of each other. "You can't leave me." His grip tightens.

Hatsue is limp, there is no fight in her. "That was before--"

"--but why then?" He cuts her off. "Do you hate me?" He seems to realize he's still holding her wrist. Her fingers had gone numb. Sasori releases her,letting his hand fall.

"Considering how I confessed to you and you rejected me, I think you should give me space."

"Reject you?" He looks stunned, and then confused. "I gave you flowers as my response."

Hatsue could almost hear a wheel screech in her head. "You gave me poison."

"Flowers." Sasori deadpanned.

"Poison."

"Hemlock."

"I studied poisons with you, Sasori. I know which is which."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "And I studied the language of flowers because of you." He holds her stare. The moment felt painfully slow, but he waits. His patience is well-rewarded with the twinkle of her eyes. It clicked.

"Oh." You will be the death of me. Hatsue lets out a sharp laugh. "Only you," she tried to contain her peals of laughter in vain. "You would think it romantic."

Sasori's face matched his hair. He turned his face away, looking at a spot from a distance. He learned that whenever his face felt hot, it was better to look at anywhere else but Hatsue. He explains. "You're the only one I choose to be vulnerable to. You can kill me if you want."

"Whoah there, that went south real quick."

His eyes flickered back at her. "I don't simply like you. Hemlock is the closest thing that shares the sentiment I hold for you and that is: you undo me, Hatsue."

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AN: I know I'm late but this took too long. The last bit is inspired from Arcane Netflix. Shout out to my man Silco. The next prompt is gonna destroy me.

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sasorixoc fic that ends with him killing them and saying "what did you fucking expect I have no heart"

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Romcom?

Day 5: Outfit Swap @narutoocshipweek

AN: To explain, Hatsue (my oc) has swapped her Sunagakure medical-nin outfit with teen chunin Sasori. On to the mini story!

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DISCLAIMER: She's new at this.

It's only been three weeks, she wanted to say since she was promoted chunin and all she wanted to do now was to be demoted. So if she was to be on a mission with you, do something wrong, mess up, it was all planned. Except. . . for some gods damned reason, she manages to complete missions by sheer dumb luck.

Exhibit A: accidentally delivering the wrong missive to an already infiltrated camp. Iwa thought their intelligence of Sand's patrol at the border was accurate and launched an attack to which Suna was well-prepared for.

Exhibit B: taking remedies from a certain medical trainee (everyone knows not to rely on for his healing capabilities because he's more likely to give you a dose of poison) and successfully eradicating spies with Hatsue none-the-wiser.

Exhibit C: tried to kill the Slug Princess's lover by making up bullshit reason that using the healing jutsu would not help the man but if they did a blood transfusion (a fairly new and dubious medical operation, mind you) he might live. Hatsue's motives were: if Tsunade would just stop wasting her chakra and instead use it for her and some of Hatsue's comrades, it'd be good, and yay another Konoha-nin dies (let's be real, Konoha and Suna alliance won't last), it'd be a win for them.

Dan Kato lived.

At her suggestion.

Bullshit. Demote her, damn it!

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CAUTION: there's a reason why Sasori of the Red Sand, a medical-nin, has his own moniker.

He's an expert in butchering his patients. Every time he operates a surgery, blood runs to the sand. Recently though, there's this interesting patient ( always choosing him for her treatments at the hospital). So he gifts her poison. Maybe she might ingest it accidentally, he's excited about that. To protect herself.

Recently he finds himself, focusing on her cheek. He wants to scratch it with poison under his nails. Or bite them.

His ear itches when Hatsue catches his eyes.

He hates the warm weather. He hates Suna.

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Trying

Day 6: Date Night @narutoocshipweek

"..."

"..."

"That's not why I was staring at you, Sasori."

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Disappointment

@narutoocshipweek Day 4: Loss

"The advantage of us being a merchant, you don't have to worry of us passing away sooner than you shinobis, Sasori."

The memory flashes unbidden as he stared at the ceiling. Hatsue sobs in his chest mourning the death of her parents. He couldn't help his disenchantment.

Liar.

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AN: I was gonna draw a three panel here but I spent way too much time admiring Sasori's stoic look. Also, I really tried to find a way to make things easier for me: by hiding Hatsue's face!

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Art Debate

@narutoocshipweek Day 1: Modern

Hatsue feels Sasori shift his weight in his seat again. His leg bump against hers. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, all beautiful stuff don't last."

He cranes his neck to look at her. The raven head can feel his eyes on her face--they're still soft, no burn-- but she can feel them nonetheless. "Are you sure you're studying art? You don't talk like one."

She snort-laughs. "Not all art is beautiful."

"I don't understand you." And it's true. It might be one of the most honest thing he said to her all day. He doesn't get why an art student like her, whose hobby is to immortalize a scenery to last a life time and more, is telling him that art isn't all beautiful and that genuine beauty is in all that is fleeting. When Sasori thinks of art, it is timeless. Things that stood the testament of time. For example, the Parthenon.

Hatsue doesn't say anything. She proceeded to fiddle with her paper straw and took a sip out of her iced hazelnut coffee.

"Should we continue this debate after class?"

"After... class?" She blinks her brown eyes at him slowly. Hanging out after class was a rare invitation from him. "Yeah, sure. Okay."

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Naruto OC ship week

Prompt: Hair

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Synopsis: Temari, Kankuro and Gaara were adopted by the well reknowned couple Hatsue (OC) & Sasori, a few decades when the siblings had long been adults, they reunite and reminisce their childhood

[This prompt will become a future chapter to my existing fanfic at FF.net ]

"You know what, our parents are jerks." Kankuro grimaced and then downed his cup. With a tap, he set it down and his younger brother moved to pour more for him.

Temari, the eldest of the Sand Siblings, giggled in her drunkenness, letting out hiccups afterwards, her eyes half-lidded as the alcohol kicks in. "No kidding."

Gaara couldn't help but snort at that, an action he wouldn't be caught doing in a sober state.

"I mean first, there's our birth mother who couldn't keep herself alive." Kankuro complained. "Don't worry, Gaara, I'll say this again and again: you didn't have to anything to do with her death. Mother protested against Father from making you a jinchuriki and strained herself, risking you to be prematurely born."

The red head sipped generously from his cup. "Then there's our birth Father, who tried to have me killed multiple times for the sake of testing my control over Shukaku."

"Which was real shitty of him." Temari concluded. "He was a stellar father... in another life, probably. Kami, he was terrible."

"He was indifferent to me." Kankuro huffed, downing his shot in one go.

"I could never get a single praise out of him, no matter how well i perform my jutsu." The eldest of the three complained, wiping her face with her hand.

"He tried to have me killed. Multiple times."

The three looked at each other and barked a laugh.

"Oh gosh, are we competing on who among us siblings he treated the worst? Gaara wins that contest hands down." Temari grabs the bottle of sake to herself and orders a new one for her brothers.

"Hey, you should slow down, if you drink too much, we'll get your husband and we'll be cutting our reunion short." Kankuro nagged, squinting his eyes at her.

"I can hold my liquor, Kankuro, besides I know my limits, after this one I'll try to sober up before Shikamaru arrives." Temari assures her brothers, and then takes a swig out of the bottle. She looked... solemn now. "Sorry, I couldn't be here for their burial."

Kankuro gave her a sad smile and Gaara nods at her. Burials here at Suna, when a person dies, the body is buried at the same day because of the heat. The hot weather makes a dead body permeate a strong foul odor so funerals are held almost immediately.

"Hatsue-kaa-san was a damn jerk too." Temari says this without bite, her eyes dulled as she remembers memories of their adoptive mother.

"Yep, mom was a jerk." The middle child agrees, snorting in his drink.

"Agreed." The red head nods, not only to affirm his elder siblings' statements but because the room starts to sway.

"She was so disgustingly kind."

"She was. She had no business on what happens to us and yet she goes ahead and adopts us. Strangers. We would have been orphans if it weren't for her."

"In a way, we already were. Mother died early. Father was negligent."

"She let me use her paints, her paint brushes and... she would paint on my face too.", Kankuro reminisced, a nostalgic smile graced his lips. "She used to tell me I was handsome-

"it's either I'm biased to say you're handsome because you're my son or you're really handsome", the three simultaneously quoted.

"Such a jerk, blowing up my confidence like that."

"Yeah, I remember her combing my hair, hated my hair because-" She looks at her brothers alternately then her eyes went back to her bottle. "Kankuro looked like he got his genes from Hatsue-kaa-san, Gaara looked like he got his from Sasori while I look like neither of them. I look like Uncle Yashamaru. that bastard."

"Everyone here in Suna, knows what's the deal with us. It doesn't matter."

Temari shrugged nonchantly "When we would all travel for Sasori's spy network... It was nice to pretend that we were their real children."

"Yeah."

"... The people would give us scandalous looks, doing the math, it would seem they conceived Temari at 16, Kankuro at 17 and I at 18."

The blonde and the raven head guffawed hysterically, remembering the instances conservative people coming up to their mom and passing down unwanted advices. Sasori would hide a smile and Hatsue-kaa-san would turn as red as her husband's hair.

"Hatsue-kaa-san would tell me she loved my hair. She said every time she brushes my hair it's like she's spinning threads of gold."

Kankuro made a vomiting sound. "She was such a... sap."

"... i miss- ... She would hug me the longest."

"She taught me how to care for myself... and I loved it every time she would do her skincare with me." The memories brought the distinct smell of rose scented lotions and citrus moisturizers.

"She would hover around whenever I would get ready to paint my face." Kankuro chuckled fondly.

"You were their favorite." Temari says, a hint of envy was there and there was also acceptance with the way she shrugged her shoulders.

"Me? No way-" The puppeteer tried to deny it; he didn't believe it anyway since there was this saying about middle children often are ignored.

"You are. Hatsue-kaa-san loved that you were interested in painting and Sasori .. bonded with you through puppet making." The red head gave Kankuro a slow nod.

"You don't need to feel bad, our birth mother, Karura's favorite would be Gaara and Rasa's favorite was me, being the first born and all... before he got into the council."

"You were Uncle Komushi's favorite too, Temari, not just father's."

She laughed at that. "Oh, I miss that old man. I think I only became his favorite because of the fact that I was the eldest. He used to say I was what Sasori owed him."

"And Chiyo-baa-san favored Gaara the most."

They had grins on their faces and it slipped quietly to sad smiles. Memories flooded them, brought them happiness and warmth more than they could ever hold, thus it was no wonder if their eyes were a little misty. They blame it on the alcohol.

"I should've spend more time with them." Kankuro opens up, sake really did have a way in making an honest man out of him.

"I should've brough Shikadai more for a visit." Temari regrets

"I should've called him otou-san, at least once."

The three shared a look and couldn't help but be immersed in their shared regrets.

"We should've."

"But Sasori was an asshole."

"Agreed. He made it hard to call him so."

"His guard was up."

"He was stern."

"He threatened to kill me." Gaara paused, and then added. "Understandable since at that time, I recently attempted to kill his wife."

The older siblings froze and stared at the youngest.

"That happened?"

"You never told us."

The red head shrugged.

"But... he was a father to us. In his way. He would find wind technique scrolls for me to learn. When we were younger, I remember him tying my hair up, although Hatsue-kaa-san made him do it but still..." Sasori had a stoic expression the whole time but the slow, barely there tugs as he gently brushes her hair, belies that he cared despite his seeming indifference. Temari remembers catching an almost imperceptible smile he gives her when he was done, and patted her head.

"He told me, after developing my Red Secret Technique... that it was impressive. It was stupid, I admired him and respected him, idolized him even. He was an example to follow as a Puppet shinobi. It was stupid that I-.. I wanted to hear him say he was proud of me." The middle child confessed, whispered his words, one of his vulnerabilities. "But he was such an asshole, he made us look up to him as father figure but we always felt like we weren't allowed to call him that."

"Shukaku was always loud in my head but Sasori- After defeating me, Shukaku was... cautious of him. He'd grumble alot in my head. But he quiets down when I'm near... Sasori made me feel like... everyone was safe because he was there to stop me. That's why I always asked you to go with me and sleep in their room."

"I think we interrupted them a whole lot." Temari snorted.

The three siblings burst a laugh. They remember Sasori opening the door, breathless and Hatsue-kaa-san disheveled, her pajamas looking suspiciously crumpled. Their laughter faded after a few minutes and they sat there for awhile, wondering about their parents. They didn't doubt that their parents loved them but... they wondered if their parents knew they reciprocated.

"I used to think Sasori tolerated us, you know?" Temari waved the bottle, her head was resting on the table. "That us being his kids was only an extension of his love to Hatsue-kaa-san."

"Not gonna lie but I think that's how it was for him in the beginning. Just a bunch of brats he tolerated for mom." Kankuro says, shaking his head a little. "He was a damn good father, though."

"Except... he just didn't make it known that we were allowed to call him that." Gaara stares blankly into his cup.

"Everyone said we could, if we wanted. But I wanted him to say it."

"We were stubborn. And so was he."

"Yet we follow after them. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Because we love them more."

"More than our birthparents."

"That's why..."

"Our parents.." Temari hiccuped, cheeks red.

"They're..." Kankuro was swaying his head, as if he was hearing a lullaby.

" All..." Gaara rubbed his eyes, trying to keep the drowsiness at bay.

"..jerks!" The siblings all said simultaneously, clinking bottles and glasses.