All Akatsuki Go To Heaven

Chapter One

Sasori

Akasuna no Sasori. The best damn puppet master in the entire shinobi world, according to the Bingo Book. Now, he was fighting his grandmother and a hot little kunoichi with pink hair. Not only that, he was losing. No matter what he threw at them, they demolished it. Sakura's strength and Chiyo's puppet mastery were more than he had estimated. Twenty minutes went by. He was ashamed to have had to pull out his most advanced technique. The Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets had conquered an entire nation and yet, against these two deceptively strong kunoichi, they weren't enough. And then, the little pink haired girl hurled his grandmother's special sealing puppet-head at him. Thankfully, he was able to jettison his "heart" out of his chest and into another puppet's.

Rushing at Chiyo from behind, he didn't expect the other kunoichi to get there first. ...In all honesty, he didn't even notice her until his blade had pierced her stomach. He had been too focused on his grandmother, and was thankful that his blade had hit a vital spot instead of a random fleshy area. He was very surprised by the little kunoichi's strength, both physically and mentally. She barely flinched as the sword went deeper and deeper into her body, even told him to push it in farther (which really could've been taken the wrong way, had he the inclination to think in such a way. Deidara would've had a field day with that comment).

He saw Chiyo start to spring her trap. He could've moved...but what purpose would it've served? His puppets were all destroyed; it would take years to remake them. His own body had been abused to the point of breaking. So, instead of dodging the the side, he let the puppets he had made as a child – the puppets who carried the faces of his dead parents – drive their blades into his "heart" and trap him in Chiyo's seal. He was astonished at Chiyo's revival jutsu. He felt real regret then, at the fact that he could've become human again. Yes, life as a puppet was art personified...but it got terribly dull after a while. Never again tasting or even needing food. Never feeling the touch of a friend or lover. Never actually feeling the emotions he was portraying. Nodding to himself he thought, "Yes, if I had known, I would've become human once again."

"Deidara. Poor kid. Now he'll be all alone once again. No more midnight art arguments; no more weekly sparring; no more having to paint his damn nails. For being an artist, the kid couldn't paint his own nails for shit. Made a mess every time. Oh, well. Guess he'll have to learn now. And I don't have to deal with Kisame treating me like kid anymore. That's good, I guess. Hm...I wonder if I'll get to see my parents again...? Guess it's time to find out."

And so Sasori gave Sakura the information about his spy working under Orochimaru, not knowing that his jutsu had already been dispelled and he had been betrayed. He released a last unneeded breath...and closed his eyes. A few seconds went by. He opened his eyes and saw the same area he had just been in. "What the hell?" he thought.

He watched from above his body as Sakura and his grandmother walked away. Now, his heart panged with the regret of deserting her, of trying to kill her. He thought about Deidara and felt the love and affection he would've felt had he not been a puppet. His looked down at his "body" and saw, instead of wooden skin and his so-called heart, his real body. A burning started up in his eyes, and a lump formed in his throat. It had been over twenty years since he had felt his own fingertips touching his skin. Even though he was now dead, he felt like he had been given a great gift.

From a distance, he heard his name being called. "Sasori! Where are you?"

"...M..Mom?"

"Sasori. Didn't you hear your mother? Answer us!"

"Dad!" He took off running to where he heard his parents' voices. He ran around a bend and there they were. His mother, with her dark hair and beautiful eyes; his father, with his red hair and his arms wide open. Tears formed in his eyes again as he ran to the parents he had seen since his childhood. They threw their arms around him and held him close.

"Sasori! It wasn't nice of you to hide from us. You had me so worried!" his mother exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, Momma. I won't do it again."

Sasori's dad smiled down at his son. "You've gotten so big, Sasori. We've missed you so much."

As the three faded away, Sasori smiled and hugged his parents again, happy beyond belief.


"Thank you, Grandma Chiyo."

So....I was watching the Japanese version of these episodes...and I so cried. I love Sasori. lol. And you can make what you want of the Deidara-Sasori thoughts. Brotherly love or more, I don't really know which I was going for. As I get to the other Akatuski deaths, I'll write more on these. Sorry if they don't match up exactly with the English version...I'm watching the subbed Japanese version. [And I'm learning some Japanese, too! lol]

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