Title: When It Happens

Author: Crazysmile15

Disclaimer: (Naruto © Masashi-Kishimoto)

Rating: K+

Word Count: 531

Pairing: Konan/Saku

Chapter 10: Konan/Sakura

Looks could be deceiving, something Sakura had learnt first hand. Knowledge that would always follow her, almost like a shadow, appearing when light shown down brightly, exposing people for what they really we're. This woman was no different, only unlike Sakura, who was mistaken for only having soft edges and smooth lines, Konan was all crooked angles and jagged edges, cutting so deep. On the surface, she seemed smooth, touchable, vulnerable. Hair the color of stormy sky's, eyes dark and watery. She too also had piercings, however they we're far more tasteful than her partner's, less frightening and more artistic. Her hands were soft and slender, smoothly cutting through people with the most efficient ease and finesse. What made Konan seem so contradictory was that she made origami. The art of folding ordinary paper, and creating wonderful pieces of seemingly harmless art, for her art tricked people into believing it was innocent but in truth it hid many secrets.

What irked Sakura the most about Konan's choice of weapon though, was that as a child Sakura had very much enjoyed partaking in the art of origami, but Konan's version of such an innocent and beautiful thing had become distorted and twisted, blood staining its pristine surface. Konan was no different from Sai, who carried his paintbrush like a samurai sword, or Temari, who used her feather light fans as a weapon of intricate death. Every ninja had their weapon of choice, however unconventional it may have been, but Konan's origami traps of death bordered on cruel. Maybe that's why she had been recruited into the ranks of the Akatsuki.

Sakura had been flipping through the members of the Akatsuki files, digging up as much as she could about them, digesting every word and every syllable. Still it wasn't enough, nothing about them seemed clear in any of the files, as if the people who had sworn they'd seen these ominous figures could not truly recall whether it was a nightmare or otherwise. She growled furiously, rubbing her tired eyes, she was getting no where with all of this. Sakura still felt as though she needed to put in a few more hours pouring over these scrolls before she could get any real sleep. Just as she was about to reread Konan's file again, something white blew through the slightly opened window and landed on her desk. Apprehension and fear settled itself heavily at the bottom of her stomach; she slowly got up from her creaky office chair, and padded gently over to the window before peeking out through the translucent glass, only to be disappointed when she found nothing and no one. Sakura made her way back to her chair, and sat down again. She reached out for the beautifully folded origami crane; she dragged her finger down its edges, and hissed in pain when she cut herself. Sucking on her small wound, she watched as her crimson blood slowly trailed a path down the cranes pristine surface, wondering if she would ever really know more about the ever elusive, Konan, or would she be just as mysterious as her crane.

Skin deep, razor sharp, now you've got a paper cut.

-The End-