A/N: I want Sasori to livvveeee! All hail Akatsuki fandom!
No I don't own Naruto or its characters nor am I responsible for the many plot twist that turned Sasuke into a Mary Sue. Naruto is so difficult to understand now….
Jokes and notes aside, someone once messaged me on trying on a story in which Sasori lived and I agree with her. So here's a story on what if Sasori was the jounin sensei of the sand sibs instead of Baki.
Hope you like it.
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The Yondaime Kazekage was caught in a dilemma, his son Gaara had graduated together with his other two children. He sighed, knowing Gaara's reputation for being unstable, it was safe to say that most adult won't agree to work with him.
Running his hand through his brown hair, the fourth thought of possible candidates to train his three children. There could only be one choice.
As if by the will of his thought alone, there came a knock on the door. "Enter," the fourth said hurriedly straightening his robes, the person he should impress should be arriving round about now.
The door opened and three people walked in, one of them was a dark skinned man dressed in the normal jounin vest, with red facial markings and turban with a small cloth covering half his face. Another was a woman with short brown hair, dressed in a dark blue blouse and short skirt, with fishnets covering her arms, waist and shin, she also had a large black fan on her back with the kanji word for 'wind' at one end.
It was the third man however that the fourth really want to impress, a young man with bright red hair like his youngest son, he looked like a child but had eyes that were dark and cold of a ruthless killer, he wore a simple black cloak over his black pants with no adornments except the kanji for 'scorpion' on his left shoulder. (Think of Akatsuki cloak without the clouds.)
The fourth knew that despite these three harmless appearances, they were ruthless killers. The man with the turban was called Baki, and was one of Suna's best Anbu before he became a jounin. The woman was called Fujin and was so skilled with her primary element wind that she was dubbed in the bingo book 'the walking sandstorm.'
The finally man was called Akasuna no Sasori, he was a genius puppeteer who suffered a fatal accident more than twenty years ago, causing him to be almost fully puppet after extensive surgery by his grandmother Chiyo. It was a secret that only Chiyo and the four knew, the rest of Suna simply thought of him as someone who used a medical ninjutsu to appear young like Tsunade.
"Thank you all for being here, Baki, Fujin and Sasori," the fourth said, "I see you out of Hiruko today Sasori." The fourth had been advised or ordered, not to care about where Sasori got his puppets from his predecessor before he died. Nevertheless, the fourth had several suspicions regarding that when the prisoners sent for excution were never found, Suna's traitors included.
Sasori looked at the four with indifference, "he's on maintenance from the last mission."
"Sasori sama!" Baki exclaimed, shocked at Sasori's obvious disrespect, but he knew Sasori had never supported the fourth to be the new Kazekage.
Fujin brushed back several strands of hair back, "so why did you call us Kazekage?" There was deep anger in her eyes; it was obvious she was still against the fourth for personal reasons.
The fourth sighed, he had hoped that if Sasori refuse he could still ask her, but it seemed unlikely. Fujin was one of the minorities in Suna who had argued against the use of Shukaku on a newborn Gaara.
Sasori looked at the fourth, impatience shown all over his face, the fourth wondered whenever he disrupted some project of Sasori's. "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving," Sasori said turning his back o walk away.
"Wait," the fourth said raising a hand, "I need one of you to be the jounin sensei for my children's genin team."
Baki blanched. Fujin looked uneasy. Both of them knew the instability of Shukaku's vessel, only Sasori remained expressionless turning his head back to glance at the fourth from the corner of his eyes. But there was a glimmer of interest in those dark green eyes, a good sign, thought the fourth, aware of how much like Gaara Sasori looked.
"I take you have some trouble finding someone willing to be his jounin sensei," Sasori said.
Damn you, the fourth felt inclined to say but choose not to, "that's right, you three are the best candidates for the position."
"Not interested," Sasori said resuming his action to leave the room, "I got no time to be babysitting some snot nose brats."
"Kazekage sama," Baki said trying to ease the tension, "it is too dangerous for any jounin to work together with Gaara especially since he's reputed to kill anything that moves, furthermore he is a…."
"A demon," Fujin splat out, "its because of people like you that the vessel of the Shukaku has to go through so much torment."
"I don't see you volunteering," Baki snapped back, "you only, say that because your people came to our village with that filth behind you."
"My grandfather…" Fujin replied back, "f it wasn't for him, your village would have been destroyed." Sasori wisely choose not to interfere continuing his walk to the door, he thought of ways to improve Hiruko since he was under repair.
"Why you…." Baki's retort was cut short when the fourth finally spoke, "stand down both of you, this is an order." Both of them obeyed, one did not become an excellent shinobi by ignoring orders from your superior. By now Sasori had already reached the door and had place his hand on the doorknob. The fourth took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, exhaling the air he breathed in, the fourth spoke, "all I ask is that someone to look after them until they become chunin. Even though they are siblings, they have never really had a chance to bond with each other….ever since their mother passed away…."
Playing the sympathy card are we Kazekage? Sasori thought, typical Yondaime Kazekage. Fujin looked solemn, Baki opened his mouth to speak, "Kazekage sama."
"Since you three are all experts in your specialised fields, it will good for them to learn from masters of your arts. My eldest son Kankuro has an interest in puppetry while my second child Temari has an aptitude for wind."
Sasori almost felt like smirking, a Sabaku interested in his art? He wouldn't last. Fujin however looked thoughtful, she was always eager to teach talented students her craft. Baki knew they couldn't work alone without a supervisor even if they are geniuses, they will need someone to guide them.
The room was silent. Sasori was the first to broke the silence, "I'll need a word with you in private Kensai." Fujin and Baki both look at Sasori in surprise. "Since no one wants it, I'll volunteer."
"Very well," the fourth said sounding relieved, "you two are dismissed." Both of them saluted and left closing the door behind them. Sasori immediately did a silencing jutsu the moment the door was closed.
"Now then," Sasori said taking chair from across the room and seating himself directly opposite the fourth, "since I could tell you wanted me for the brats jounin instructor, what do I get out of this?"
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It was several hours before they finally struck a deal, satisfied Sasori stood up and walked over to the door, before he disappeared from sight, Sasori looked at the fourth directly in the eye, "by the way, tell those brats to come on time at 10 or I'll do something drastic. I hate waiting."
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1001 am the next day
The sand siblings reached their appointed meeting place, Temari was feeling apprehensive, Kankuro looked nervous and was constantly staring at Gaara. Only Gaara remained impassive.
"You three are late (by one minute)," Sasori rasped. All three of them were shocked and little bit disgusted when they finally meet their sensei. He was a hunchbacked man wearing an huge plain black cloak (Akatsuki no clouds), and had small eyes and spiked black hair.
Temari felt like rolling her eyes, oh please this man was their instructor?
(A/N: at this point in the story they are still little kids, they'll whine complain, bicker and drive Sasori up the wall. There will be several events that will make them mature. So no reviews about OC, this is fanfiction!)
Kankuro spoke what was on Temari's mind, "so you're our jounin sensei?"
"Is there a problem?" Sasori rasped, he could see that two of them were visibly intimidated by his rough appearance, good.
Temari was quick to recover, "oh no, no problem sensei, just surprised that's all."
Sasori snorted, "if you going to work with me, get used to it brats, since you kept me waiting for so long, let's hurry up and began with an introduction."
Temari sweatdropped, they were late by just one minute, note to self, this sensei is particular about time, in answer to Sasori words, Temari asked, "excuse me?" Even Kankuro seemed confused.
Sasori wondered whenever he was going to have to spell out EVERYTHING for these brats, "name. Likes. Dislikes. Hobbies. Dreams for the future. Hurry up I don't have all day, you with the blond hair, you start first."
"Sabaku no Temari. I like strategy, and learning, I also wish to master wind elemental abilities and my fan," Temari place one hand on the fan attached to her back, "its my mother's. I dislike perverts and men who think women are weak. My hobbies include cooking, (Kankuro snorted, Temari glared at him, Sasori wondered what he was missing) I just don't do it often enough. My dream for the future is to be an outstanding strategist and shinobi, that my….family will be proud of."
Sasori nodded, "family is where the heart is," he rasped, recalling his parents and his grandmother, he wondered how she was doing, probably playing dead again, "you with the facial markings."
"Sabaku no Kankuro," Kankuro said, "my likes are building and using puppets. I also like Jiroku's meat buns and meeting Sasori."
Sasori blinked, so this is the one that interested in my art. "Gay," Temari said not bothering to keep her voice down.
"I do not! I only respect the guy!" Kankuro protested. Temari simply smirked. Sasori wondered what was he missing.
"Any guy that plays with dolls is gay," Temari smirked patting the fan on her back, "my fan is a really weapon unlike those girly dolls."
How dare she, Sasori almost flared up, but immediately realise that there wasn't any heart in that insult, she was simply teasing her brother, still his collection is definitely not DOLLS.
"Their puppets!" Kankuro yelled, "seriously if you weren't a girl, I would so kick your ass right now!"
"Hah, even if you weren't a girl I could still kick your ass!" Temari retorted back.
"Kankuro…." Sasori rasped out before the fight turned ugly, Kankuro looked ashamed to be caught in a childish moment, "ignore her and continue."
"Dislikes are…..Temari (Temari stuck out her tongue), rotting food and anyone who says bad things about Sasori."
Temari muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, 'homo.'
(A/N: no offence to any homosexuals out there, they're kids, naturally there will be some tasteless jokes and taunts.)
Kankuro ignored her and continued, "hobbies are mainly puppets I guess, they're my obsession…." But Temari interrupt, "not to mention he kisses the puppets he makes before he goes to sleep every night, and oh yeah I remember he has a plushie called Sasori that hugs to sleep tooooo."
I am NEVER visiting his house EVER, Sasori thought with a shudder.
"Temari!" Kankuro yelled, "that's so not true!"
Thank goodness, Sasori thought.
"Dreams for the future…" Kankuro looked embarrassed, "is too surpass Sasori and be the best puppeteer in the world!" Temari snorted, but Sasori's words caught her by surprise.
"A noble goal," Sasori rasped, "but even if you become the best, you must also constantly continue to upgrade your craft, surpass your old achievements. When the days comes for you to finally part this world, you art would have then become eternal."
Temari was speechless, she thought their sensei must also be a puppeteer, oh shit, she thought remembering her previous words. Kankuro remained silent, thoughtful.
"What about you, the silent one at the back," Sasori asked.
There was a slight pause as if thinking before Gaara spoke, "Sabaku no Gaara. I like killing to justify my existence. I have lots of dislikes. Hobbies include giving mother fresh blood. No dreams for the future."
Sasori was intrigued so that was the reason why these two were so nervous and frighten at the same time. That boy Gaara has almost become a perfect killing tool, the Yondaime….what has he done? Something of Gaara made Sasori extremely cautious, Sasori decided to research that later.
Gaara the spoke placing a hand on his head, "you…you are strong……what is your name? Mother can sense your power……she wants your blood."
Mother? Sasori wondered. Instinctly Sasori decided to test Gaara's defense, immediately a long metal tail snaked out from under Sasori's cloak and ended up hitting Gaara's shield of sand. Retracting it immediately after that one hit, Sasori was stunned at the force of the blow.
It was then Sasori decided to answer Gaara's question, "Akasuna no Sasori."
Sasori of the red sandKankuro immediately fainted. "Kankuro!" Temari yelled running over to feel her brother's pulse.
Well this is interesting, Sasori thought a rare smile on his wooden face, very interesting indeed.
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Extra (1):
"Sabaku no Kankuro," Kankuro said with a dreamy smile, "likes….(fanboy squeal)"
"He means Sasori," Temari translated. Sasori sweatdropped.
"Dislikes….(glares at Temari), hobbies include…eeeeee cant tell its too embrassing!"
Oh no….Sasori thought. "You don't want to know," Temari said encouragingly.
"Dreams for the future…..eeeeeiiiiiiiii!"
"Marriage," Temari translated.
Sensei or not, Sasori decided to leave Suna and head for the hills, eventually joining Akatsuki.
Extra (2):
Kankuro ignored her and continued, "hobbies are mainly puppets I guess, they're my obsession…." But Temari interrupt, "not to mention he kisses the puppets he makes before he goes to sleep every night, and oh yeah I remember he has a plushie called Sasori that hugs to sleep tooooo."
I am NEVER visiting his house EVER, Sasori thought with a shudder.
"Temari!" Kankuro yelled, "that's so not true! I did that, years ago! "
RUN! Sasori thought and disappeared immediately.
"I knew it," Temari exclaimed, "he's Sasori! Pay up!"
"Damn," Kankuro and Gaara cursed.
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Be nice and review, telling me whenever I should continue this or remain as a one short.
The character of Sasori is a bit different from the canon because he took a different path instead of leaving Suna, so let's say he's more social and leave it like that (sweatdrop).
To Kamikaze Hakkeshu for giving me the idea, hope you liked it.