Everyone always said that playing with puppets was like playing with dolls. It was best left for little children, not those who would be considered adults. But there are those that are the exception to that so called "rule". The ones who aren't ashamed to be called puppeteers and puppet masters.
Kankuro of the Sand was an example. He fought completely with two different puppets, using them to the maximum. A pathetic example compared to others.
Chiyo was a prime example while she was still alive. A poison master and one able to control a puppet with each finger. Ah but she was too weak. She gave herself for a lowly Jinchuuriki. It was pathetic.
He was the only one who could be called a true puppet master, being an actual living puppet himself. He was Akasuna no Sasori, the grandson of Chiyo. Some may have called him insane but he didn't think so himself. He just wished to be with his puppets.
But lately, he had wished to do what no puppeteer had done as of yet. He wanted to have a living puppet, completely human but under his control. And he already had the perfect specimen picked out. Haruno Sakura of Konohagakure!
She was the one who had supposedly "killed him". In truth, she had killed his strongest puppet, one that was on his own skill level. She was strong, set apart from the other Kunoichi. She could also heal. And, she had a strange type of beauty.
Sasori wanted her for his living puppet. And he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Sakura gasped as her legs fell out from under her. She was out in the woods training and it had only been about two hours. Normally she could go for a little longer than that but something was wrong. As soon as Sakura felt her body start to fall, her keen medic senses picked up on something running through her blood.
Poison! Her mind immediately went to work on trying to get it out put something was wrapped around her head before she could. Sakura felt her mind fading and the last thing she remembered was someone with a red head standing over her.
Sasori had been watching his subject for over a week, just observing. He thought it good to make sure he knew his subjects habits before even attempting to apprehend her. He now knew that she started her day around seven in the morning by having some coffee and then training for about three-four hours. After that, Sakura went to the hospital and ate there. Afterwards, she dragged herself home and then collapsed. The next day she would repeat.
Sasori had put a chakra draining drug and a sleeping pill in her coffee on the eighth morning, knowing that today would be the day he took her. When the pill started to take affect around two hours later, he moved in with a cloth full of Chloroform. Soon, he was heading back to the Akatsuki base with the unconscious Sakura over his shoulder.