Yo! This is just a random thought that came to mind a while ago. I just love Sasori too much to resist making fun of him. . .and Deidara.

I haven't checked but I don't think a similiar fic exist here in this fandom, but if it does please give me a message.

Hope you enjoy this one-shot! :D

In all the villages around the world it had been Konoha, the Fire Country. Sasori admitted he had become surprised. He had expected to find it further away from home.

Leader had ordered him and him alone to scout and gather information about the village. Last time he had done it, with his partner Deidara in the land of Mist, the blonde had become restless after only a day and destroyed their cover by detonating tons of clay-birds, above them no less! Sasori was then pretty sure the bombing damaged his partner's brain cells . . . though he had started to doubt he even had one.

Sasori had looked for beauty, for the Beauty ever since he had made his first puppet. None of his countless of puppets were even close to that, and it had become an obsession. In every mission, hidden by the puppet that he was inside his eyes sparkled, trying to find it.

Think that the answer of his want was in Konoha?

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Standing on a roof, eyes analysing every human bellow he had spotted her. A rose in all its torn.

Perfect blonde hair, perfect skin, perfect shape . . . he had to bit down a loud cry in happiness. He had found her, found the beauty!

His mind memorized her, down to the last blonde hair-strain and when the sun rose the next day he was all done and gone.

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Hands, that before could bleed and feel pain, touched the rough wood, shaping it to a head by small knives he had placed on his fingers.

With a profession only he had he made the rough surface pure and clean, the beauty had perfect skin after all.

Sasori lips twisted into a smile, eyes roaming over the wood before closing in to where the eyes where going to be, and then began his work.

Everything had to be great, far more than great. Not a flaw must be seen, or it wouldn't be beautiful. Every inch of the wood had to be perfect, mistakes was not tolerated.

Every Akatsuki member knew that when he was making a puppet, the best thing to do was to let him be alone. If not Hell was to visit.

After shaping the eyes, mouth and nose he began making the chin, and the neck and collarbone, and again everything had to be perfect.

He then collected material to form the hair, getting it up in the ponytail and laying the bang down half her face.

"Perfect…" he as good as purred, fixing up a box full of paint and brushes, to then to give the eyes, skin, lips and hair its colour. In a quick speed he added eyelashes and eyebrows, smirking of how good she looked.

Then it was the body's turn.

He shaped the arms and chest, he heard the door open but didn't bother to look up; he was too obsessed with the task ahead.

"Hey, Danna-!" then a glass-shattering shriek, soon followed by a loud 'thump'.

Sasori looked up, seeing the partner of his lying passed out on the floor, a look of horror plastered his face.

He raised a brow but continued the puppet-making.

He couldn't get something out of his mind though. It was like something wanted him to notice something, tugging him to see it. It was something around his partner . . . and the puppet.

He turned his attention completely on the puppet in front of him and it was then he saw it.

Blonde long hair, up in a ponytail and a bang across half its face, blue eyes, healthy skin. . . Deidara had it as well. And that Sasori had held his hands on the puppet's chest. . .

His eyes widened.

"Fuck it. . ."

What do you think? XD

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