100 words, pretty much SasoDei. Sort of opposite-number AU companion to Remains.
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Sasori's touch as he strokes the now-perfect face is far more tender a caress than he ever gave it when it was alive (or what its owner – although surely that's Sasori now – would have thought of as alive). It's gentle; caring. Almost loving.
Almost. Sasori's hands can't love.
"Don't worry," he says, and his voice is slightly breathless with the triumph of having just created something beautiful, a finished work of art. "You'll have an eternity to get used to it ..."
The one blue eye widens as horrid realisation dawns.
Deidara opens his puppet mouth and screams.