#itakona

Sasori

“Do you like this place? It’s really colorful, isn’t it?” “It’s alright.” “These nachos are delicious. Do you want some?” “No thanks, the cheese would upset my stomach. I’m mildly lactose intolerant.” Konan just sighs to herself and picks her drink back up, slowly sipping as she tries to think of a good topic for conversation. Earlier, when the redheaded house member Sasori had invited her to spend an evening with him, her surprise had been greater than with any of the others so far. When she’d first been introduced to the household back when she moved in, she’d taken one look at Sasori and had been shocked; later on she sat in Nagato’s room and demanded to know why he was employing children to do the type of work that they did. “Children?”, he’d responded, shaking his head. “Sasori is no child; he’s 35 years old. He’s older than me and you, even.” 35?? With his short stature, smooth, unlined face and vibrantly colored hair ... it was simply unbelievable. The more she got to know him, however, the more she realized that he was indeed very mature; maybe too mature. He never smiled, never laughed, and made even less conversation than Kakuzu did. Whenever Konan made meals, he never joined any of the others at the table. “Don’t worry; it don’t have anything to do with you or your cooking,” Deidara had told her one night when she questioned it. “The guy just never eats. Hardly sleeps, either. It’s like he’s not human or something.” Considering his quiet, serious personality, his choice of venue to take Konan to tonight was entirely odd. “A comedy club?”, she’d asked, as he guided her through the doors. “Mm. They’re amateurs but really quite good. I’m sure you’ll laugh a lot.” And laugh Konan did — but not Sasori. His facial expression didn’t change once all evening, and he didn’t so much as crack a smile through even the most hilarious of acts. Now it was the interlude between sets, and Konan was trying to find something, anything to make conversation about. Before she can, the next guy comes on. It’s a man with a small dummy that he sits on his knee, that “tells” the jokes for him. Konan happens to glance at Sasori and is startled; for once, he seems interested. His eyes stay fixated on the little wooden toy throughout the man’s set, and when he’s done, it’s the first time that Sasodi cracks any kind of a smile. “Are you a fan of ventriloquism?” Sasori turns towards her, and unleashes more words than she’s heard him say in the entire time of living at the house. Sasori is gesturing, he’s vivid and animated as he explains the process of creating dummies and puppets, and the finer points of ventriloquism. “I didn’t know this was a hobby of yours.” He raises an eyebrow, and tells her it goes far beyond a hobby. The show is over so he takes her back home, and brings her straight to his room (which she’s never seen the inside of before). She gives a little gasp upon entering; Sasori’s shelves are filled to the rafters with various wooden constructs, some unfinished, some painted, some clothes, some with hair and jewelry and —

Konan goes to pick up a smaller one laying on a bench, gently turning it this way and that. “This is so realistic,” she says, softly. “I wish I had the patience for creating art like this.” “What do you mean? Your art is amazing as well.” She blinks when he says that; surely he’s not referring to — “I’ve been in awe of your origami for quite some time. The things you create are very beautiful. I’d love it if you could teach me your technique sometime.” Konan blushes; nobody except Yahiko had ever complimented her origami hobby before. She sees a piece of paper laying on his desk, and begins slowly folding and teaching him how to make a basic flower. After observing and asking questions, he’s able to replicate the simple lotus. She then asks him if he could walk her through the process for creating one of his pieces, which he does, from sanding to sculpting to painting. “Things like this are better than humans,” he tells her, quietly, at one point. “These you can create, and you can control. But you never really know what a person is thinking, or feeling, or what they’re going to do next.” At the end of it, Konan glances up at the clock on his wall and gasps: 1am?! Where had the time gone?? She gets up and thanks Sasori for (what turned out to be) a lovely evening. He hesitates, then takes her hand and gives it a light kiss. “You are welcome to come back any time you wish,” he says, as he walks her to his door. “I’m a night owl so if I’m not out on a job, I’ll be awake and working.” She nods, smiles, then returns to her own room. Before she falls asleep she thinks of another flower to teach him: the campanula. These bright blossoms offer beauty, and intricacy ... and are a symbol of new friendships.

Itachi

This was made one of my favorite fanartists, jesterry on Deviantart.

OoS: ImadeaKonanblogwhileyouweregone

MY FRIGGIN' O. T. ...P!

((OOC: ... I've never done ItaKona in any way before, but here I go~

☯ Who’s more dominant:

At the beginning, it would be Konan. Itachi would regard her as his senior in the Akatsuki and thus, would treat her as such accordingly. Of course, he would extend her the courtesy of respect regardless, just like he does the rest of his comrades, but he is more likely to follow what she says due to her position.

Eventually, they would be on more equal grounds.

♥ Who’s more affectionate:

Itachi. His form of affection would be more subtle at first, but he'll eventually work himself up to more physical and verbal affection. Konan will return these soon enough and it'll be more equal then.

☂ Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:

I don't think there would be a lot of spooning between these two. More often than not, they would embrace each other.

If there is spooning, Itachi be the big spoon, Konan be the little spoon.

♦ What’s their favorite non-sexual activity:

Just talking, being in each other's company would make them happy. c: This applies especially if they are at a scenic location such as places where greenery is in abundance. They would feel at ease with the tranquility that nature has to offer.

♠ What’s their favorite sexual activity:

From foreplay to lovemaking, all of which would be quite sensual once they've overcome their initial awkwardness.

♣ Head canon(s):

Itachi would like seeing Konan's hair completely down. He'd also like caressing and running his fingers through it; he would find the colour unique and pleasing to the eye

Since they have both seen the horrors of war at a young age, the both of them would share a quiet understanding when it comes to  the subject

Once they've grown more comfortable with each other, how they used to be(?) as people would shine through. Itachi would get to see some of Konan's old cheerfulness, and Konan would get to see the more mellow side to Itachi

☼ Their relationship summed up in a gif: