Author's Note: I was pondering the need for a haircut, and this drabble popped out of my head. Enjoy, and please take the time to review. Feedback is always welcome. :)

Sakura's hairbrush clattered to the floor as she grit her teeth and pulled out the senbon embedded in her arm. Her legs were already starting to tremble from the sedating effects of the poison when Sasori hopped down from her bedroom windowsill and closed the distance between them.

"Get out," she snapped, the threat in her tone undermined by her traitorously wobbling limbs.

"Well, even if you are too rude to greet me properly, it's still good to see you again, my puppet," he said with amusement. He then reached out and grasped a lock of her pink hair, studying it carefully as he twirled it between his fingers. "I see you've grown your hair out since we last met. It gives you quite the feminine air."

"I don't care what you think. Leave me alone," she said, slapping his hand away.

"It doesn't suit you at all," he sneered, his eyes growing cold, "and neither does the Uchiha brat that you've been throwing yourself at while I was gone."

He abruptly grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her close to him; fear washed over her when she saw him slip a kunai from within his cloak.

"Be still. Unlike that senbon I just used, the poison on this kunai will kill you," Sasori said as Sakura struggled weakly in his grasp, her movements sluggish from the sedative. She then noticed the telltale oily sheen on the blade and reluctantly stilled.

Pink strands drifted down as he sawed away with the kunai blade, the ends of her shorn locks tinged purple by the blade's poison residue.

"Clearly, you've forgotten that I'm the only man whose attention you should be eagerly seeking," he said, pulling her hair painfully taut as he sliced through it. "Perhaps we've been apart for too long. I won't neglect you so again."

Forcing Sakura to sit on the bed, Sasori crouched down to cut away her bangs. His piercing gaze met hers once he was at eye level. "You will also stop that disgusting simpering you've been engaged in around that Uchiha. I've no patience for weak women."

"I'm not weak, you bastard," she said. Her fear dissipated and she glared at him with open hatred.

"Hmm...much better than that pathetic display you put on for him," Sasori said, smirking as he tucked a lock behind her ear with a lingering caress. "I prefer these eyes when you're kneeling before me. I'm the one who will decide whether or not to snuff that fire of yours out. Not you, and certainly not that sullen brat."

Sasori moved then to cut the strands at the back of Sakura's head; she felt light-headed as he sliced away the long, heavy locks that once cascaded down her back. Once he was finished, he leaned down and pressed an icy kiss against the newly exposed nape of her neck, raising goosebumps. "Perfect. I expect you to remain like this the next time we meet, little girl."

"Don't count on it," she muttered, making him chuckle.

"We'll see. Shall we celebrate our reunion now? I'll make sure you forget all about Itachi's little brother, my puppet," he said silkily, easing her squirming form back on the bed, his hand snaking underneath the lacy hem of her nightgown.

Much later, Sakura stumbled to her bathroom mirror after Sasori's departure to assess the damage to her hair. Expecting a crudely chopped mess, she was stunned to find he had instead precisely cut her hair to the exact style she had worn during their first battle.