The Flower That Blooms in the Darkness

The tears kept falling.

He gave me a questioning look.

I looked at the boy, trying to escape the questions I knew he'd ask sooner or later.

"Natsumi-chan, I still don't understand."

"Itachi-chan and Dei-chan have me so damn confused, all right!" I exploded. "I don't know who I should tell to fuck off! This is an unusual first! Dammit!" I stood up and walked to the dresser, looking in the mirror.

I looked a hot mess.

My eyes were red and puffy, and I had a desperate expression.

Not to mention I had sex hair, even though Dei-chan and I didn't do it.

"Mother fucker." I snarled, and punched the mirror.

I hate you, but I love you.

And I especially hate my fucking reflection.

The glass exploded, shards flying everywhere.

Some of them pierced my hand, making it bleed.

I examined this with great interest.

"Natsumi-chan! You're hurt!" He pulled me away from the glass infested area, and sat me on the bed, with him kneeling in front of me.

He examined the wound, checking for any remaining shards.

"Good, there's none in there."

"Sasori-chan....why do you care so much about me?" I whispered.

He looked up into my face.

And then he started leaning in.

I waited until he was right there at my face, and put a finger to his lips.

"Please...." I begged, "Please don't, Sasori-chan. Not now."

Not when I'm too damn confused.

He nodded, looking slightly hurt, but understanding.

The sobs took over.

He sat down next to me, and held me, while I cried my fucking heart out.