Maybe I wasn't meant to be a puppet

Maybe I wasn't meant to Not feel

Maybe I WAS meant to help him

Maybe

But probably not.

I would have done more harm than good to the boy. Calling me 'Danna" to
gain some sort of relationship though I made it clear I was not his
master…or husband.

The Blond was eccentric, loud, and most times annoying.

But he couldn't help it. I know he couldn't. He needed some sort of
attention since he was all alone.

I couldn't be the one to give it to him; I couldn't even stand the world
on my own. I had to take the coward's way out.

It had been almost 3 years since the "accident" as the doctors call it. I
didn't correct them though, for fear of being locked in a padded cell with
a guy named Bubba that shanked people with sharpened sporks from the dirty
cafeteria. No, I let them go on thinking want they wanted. I answered all
their questions, but not with the truth.

"so you tripped while you were on the roof?"

"yes" I replied flatly. I wasn't human anymore, I couldn't feel ANYHTING.

"what were you doing on the roof?"

"is a man not allowed to stand on his own roof for the sake of it
officer?" I replied flatly once more, but the police officer got that I was
angry. Just the way everyone got the hint if Itachi looked at them, his
never-changing expression making most stand down.

"I'm sorry, I'll be on my way now"

The day after I tried to kill myself was the day I tried again. I was
kept alive by a new technique developed by my grandmother. She had
preserved my heart and put it in this puppets body. I tried jumping out
of my 12th story window but something made me stop. There on the ground
was a speck of yellow, bounding happily yet rushed to the front entrance.
No one walks like Deidara. His strides feminine but the air about him
masculine. I crawled back in and laid on the bed, if I could have felt
that mattress I would have been happier but there was no escaping the
black curtain that wrapped itself around me, sheltering and abruptly
stopping my emotions, feelings, everything.
The door swung open and a blonde ponytail followed by a worried face
peeked in.

"Danna, un?"

"yes" I answered, still the same tone.

"can I come in, yeah?"

"Of course" I tried to raise my tone, see if I could at least FAKE
emotion. It didn't work and it just sounded like I had gotten louder.

He shuffled in, closing the door behind him, then sat himself down in the chair next to my bed. Then he did something he knew I would never permit, he held my hand in his own and kissed it. His expression growing sadder and emptier with every press of his lips to my lifeless hand.

"I know you can't feel this…me, but I want to at least try to help you, un. I want to help my best friend, the guy I'm in lo-love with"

The techno-like beat ran itself into Sasori's ears, waking him. He rose, turning off his alarm that was still playing "bad boy" by Cascada, then made his way into the adjoined bathroom. His parents had money so he lived in a nice house. Of course, his parents didn't, they were dead. He was alone in the big house, not even his last remaining relative liked him enough to live with him. It didn't bother him that much though; he had lived this way for 2 years now. The first day of his junior year in high school had started out just like any other school day; shower, clothes, food, out the door by 7:30.

His friends Hidan, Kakuzu, Itachi, Kisame, and Konan all greeted him as he parked his car in his designated spot. He and his friends were called the Akatsuki and since they were mostly feared by the student boy, they stuck to the back parking lot. They had even designated parking spots to avoid conflict within the "gang". Pein, Konan's boyfriend, was their leader and the oldest out of them. Class wouldn't begin until 8:10 so they mostly hung out by their cars and talked, Hidan and Itachi smoked, and Kisame usually found some way to annoy his best friend Itachi. This time he was running around screaming the 'pop goes the weasel song'…again. He must have had sugar in his coffee because he was usually calm and collected like Itachi, but you had to be a freaking statue to be just like Itachi. Nothing ever fazed the man, nothing surprised him, and nothing mad him smile. The only expression I have ever seen him wear is annoyed and pissed.
Hidan, the crazy one…well I take that back. Were all crazy, but he's the craziest, next to Zetsu. Mostly his problem is swearing and self-inflicted pain. He told us once that his 'god' Jashin or something like that required him to do so….and the swearing, well he just liked to cuss.

I looked over to my right to see students filing in to the big doors of the high school. Kakuzu had taken to do his checkbook in silence on the ground next to his car. Looking around I realized that to the average person, we looked like somewhat normal kids but I knew that to be different. Especially ever since that blond bound up to us the first day of school, and stole my heart.