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The first priority for Sasori had been for Sakura to heal Deidara, but Sakura had much different plans. At first, the idea of getting new clothes seemed simply stupid, but after considering their situation, Sasori succumbed and agreed to buy new clothing. "Remember to find civilian clothes. And don't take too long," Sakura had told Saori, who didn't appear to be listening, before going off to find clothes that would not immediately give her away as a shinobi. The only thing Saori kept in mind was that these clothes could be the very one she would be spending a long, long time in.

"Sasori" - he gave her a pointed look - "... sama, I don't have much money on me..." He rolled his eyes. The least she could have done was be straightforward about what she was after. He held up a finger, carrying a stack of clothes with him into one of the dressing rooms. When he came back out, his pants were rolled neatly under his arm, and he held a wad of cash. Saori resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. The insides of pants were a strange place to be putting cash but she supposed it worked.

He pulled out five bills of very large denominations, handing it to her without a word before heading to the cashier. Keeping her eyeballs and jaws in place, she quickly stuffed it in her pocket, hurrying to pick out the clothes she that had caught her eye right away. Sasori never seemed to be the generous type; because of that, she knew the cash she had been given was not just for her clothing, but to set her off on the inevitable moment where she would have to make it out on her own as a missing-nin.

Her first stop was to the bathroom, to finally wash out the dye that had stained her hair for almost seven years. Having gotten into her clothes with as much haste as Sasori and Sakura had, she walked tentatively out of the dressing room she had been occupying. She knew she would hear it from Sakura later, as her clothing was far from that of a normal civilian. On her way to the cashier register, a knife caught her eye. She always wanted one of those weapons that almost became one with you, but she never quite got around to training with one. Katana were not her sort of thing; she was a quick little girl and katana were just that inefficient.

Down the aisle, Sakura caught sight of Saori and immediately began thinking of things to rebuke Saori for. Deidara noticed her distress, turning to sight the cause of it. He froze. The red hair was quite the drastic change, but there was something bigger. His fuzzy memory pulled back the night he was leaving Iwa. Didn't that girl have red hair of that brightness?

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deception [link] (in my gallery as well)
100 flash folder [link]
art & story *Saisuki
ookamika saori *Saisuki
naruto masashi kishimoto

Description
The first priority for Sasori had been for Sakura to heal Deidara, but Sakura had much different plans. At first, the idea of getting new clothes seemed simply stupid, but after considering their situation, Sasori succumbed and agreed to buy new clothing. "Remember to find civilian clothes. And don't take too long," Sakura had told Saori, who didn't appear to be listening, before going off to find clothes that would not immediately give her away as a shinobi. The only thing Saori kept in mind was that these clothes could be the very one she would be spending a long, long time in.

"Sasori" - he gave her a pointed look - "... sama, I don't have much money on me..." He rolled his eyes. The least she could have done was be straightforward about what she was after. He held up a finger, carrying a stack of clothes with him into one of the dressing rooms. When he came back out, his pants were rolled neatly under his arm, and he held a wad of cash. Saori resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. The insides of pants were a strange place to be putting cash but she supposed it worked.

He pulled out five bills of very large denominations, handing it to her without a word before heading to the cashier. Keeping her eyeballs and jaws in place, she quickly stuffed it in her pocket, hurrying to pick out the clothes she that had caught her eye right away. Sasori never seemed to be the generous type; because of that, she knew the cash she had been given was not just for her clothing, but to set her off on the inevitable moment where she would have to make it out on her own as a missing-nin.

Her first stop was to the bathroom, to finally wash out the dye that had stained her hair for almost seven years. Having gotten into her clothes with as much haste as Sasori and Sakura had, she walked tentatively out of the dressing room she had been occupying. She knew she would hear it from Sakura later, as her clothing was far from that of a normal civilian. On her way to the cashier register, a knife caught her eye. She always wanted one of those weapons that almost became one with you, but she never quite got around to training with one. Katana were not her sort of thing; she was a quick little girl and katana were just that inefficient.

Down the aisle, Sakura caught sight of Saori and immediately began thinking of things to rebuke Saori for. Deidara noticed her distress, turning to sight the cause of it. He froze. The red hair was quite the drastic change, but there was something bigger. His fuzzy memory pulled back the night he was leaving Iwa. Didn't that girl have red hair of that brightness?

<< previous | next >>

deception [link] (in my gallery as well)
100 flash folder [link]
art & story *Saisuki
ookamika saori *Saisuki
naruto masashi kishimoto