Cold, ne?

Alrighty, I’ve had SOME peeps asking for this to continue ... it wasn’t a LOT, but it was cute enough to make me want to update =3

Sai: I AM in it? Why you little ---

Alii-Chan: Hush, Sai! Not many people have been pushing me to keep this story going ...

Sai: PERHAPS because you made me out to be a moron?

Alli-Chan: I was just working with whatever fan fiction about you gave me, I’ve never actually watched you on Naruto ... all I know is that you are a painter whose been taught to hide emotion, so I thought, WTF? Now, again, hush.

Sai: *Grumble*

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-Sorry, not much ChouShika right now, I promise it in the next chapter!-

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Itachi ran off, leaving Sai alone, staring up at the six ninjas who had started chasing them all because of a stupid idea that the half-blind nin had thought up.

-Flashback-

Sai reached for the apple, as high as he could, but still could not reach the juicy fruit high over his head. He took a moment to contemplate how long it would take to chop the tree down if one of his painted gargoyles did it for him. There was no way he was getting one of his creatures to simply get it down for him, the apple would be flat before he got to touch it.

He was just about to haul out a piece of parchment and a paintbrush, when the bright red gorgeousness fell at his feet. He looked down in great surprise, and looked up again in even greater surprise when a pair of feet landed just behind the apple.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The man said seductively. “I’ve seen you before. You’re Sai, are you not?” The older man was a complete stranger, but looked familiar somehow to Sai. Maybe it was the facial features that brought about familiarity, but Sai couldn’t look the man in the eyes, he was too nervous.

“Wh-what do you want with me?” Sai asked uncomfortably. He was quite unused to advances from anyone. Especially a man one point five times his own age. He was inclined to back away actually, turn, and run in a zigzag pattern away from this man, much like he would from a bear - except he quite liked bears.

Itachi (for that’s who it was) grinned at the younger man’s obvious fear. “I thought you were taught to show no emotion? Oh little fearful one.” He grinned and backed up a little, leaning stoically against the tree, not really seeing it, just knowing it was there and that he looked awesome leaning against things.

Sai looked him over warily; the effect wasn’t lost on him. The youth was dazzled. “Wh-where did you hear that?” He asked, finally getting his bearings - a little.
Itachi laughed softly, but not quite pleasantly. “I have heard it from the useless babble and banter of your school friends, that loud orange wearing brat. Know of whom I speak?” He rolled his eyes; of course Sai knew who it was. Even Itachi couldn’t miss all of that ORANGE. And his hair so totally clashed with it, too. Sai was embarrassed to even be seen with Naruto. Let alone having someone assume that the two were friends. It was laughable.

Itachi coughed lightly, breaking Sai from his fuming stupor. He glared at the older ninja, and turned away sulkily. “So what do you want with me anyway?” Sai wouldn’t let Itachi see him peeking over his shoulder, so he pretended to be examining the sleeve of his black short sleeve sweater for lint. He was really eyeing Itachi, taking him all in. His slashed headband, long black robes decorated - a little lamely in Sai’s opinion - with puffy white clouds lined in red. And then Itachi’s purple painted nails caught his attention and he laughed, not even pretending not to look anymore.

Itachi glared at him, not completely sure why this little runt was laughing at him. It must be because he’s not impressed by my tree-leaning skillage. Convinced that this was the reason, Itachi lifted himself off the tree and sauntered over to Sai. Irritation was written on his face. “Listen, twerp. I need some scrolls for the Akatsuki group, and I was told you’d be an asset in the colder climate. You’re coming with me.”

Sai stopped his laughing, which had faded to a giggle as Itachi was talking. He realized that this, more than an invite, was a threat. He got annoyed. “Sorry, Ma’am. I have no intention of going with you anywh - “ but his reply was cut short. Itachi had leaned over. He, without a hint of affection or, indeed, reason - kissed Sai. The younger ninja was completely stunned. Itachi seemed to draw out any trace of resistance in Sai as he breathed softly into the kiss. And not just toward their current action. As Itachi gently traced the contours of Sai’s lips, still not really seeing, Sai was ready to go anywhere with this man.

Itachi broke the kiss and smiled. Sai had reacted the right way. Itachi could now use him to do whatever he pleased, without resistance.

-End Flashback-

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Sai: But but but but but but but WHY?

Alii-Chan: -Silence-

Sai: ANSWER MEEE!

Alli-Chan: -Ignores Sai- So, how’d you like that TOTAL runoff of drabble? Umm, it’s just explaining some crap, getting in info, aaaaand ... I dunno, keeping a savage
flock composing of all my three fans from attacking me. Yay!
Oh, and with the one point five reference - That’s about 8 years older, Sai -and everyone else - is 16 ... thought I’d put that in there.