He always focused on having his art last an eternity. Never before had he seen such beauty as hers. It could never last, flowers like her never did. How disappointing.

"Sasori, I heard all about your fighting style from Sakura."

"The girl who was with Granny Chiyo?"

Sasori; the puppet master, the Akatsuki member, the artist…started to ironically wither. The skin on his porcelain face cracked, and chipped-like an extremely old and unloved doll. His dark eyes drew to a close as the edges of his lips curved upwards. That little girl huh…

She had to potential to crack open the very earth underneath him with one fist. Her battle cry projected her determination without the slightest hesitation.

Intriguing…

What kind of shinobi had pink hair? Well, that's what she had. How ridiculous, how embarrassing, how unnatural, how different…how beautiful.

Unique…

Her intelligence of medical jutsu-dare he say it-rivaled his. After all, not everyone could create an antidote-even if it was temporary-to his kind of complex poison, in such short-time no less. She did what would take many years, possibly a lifetime. The world-class medical-nin did not just take anyone as her apprentice after all. He had begun to see why she took her as one.

Wondrous…

Her emerald eyes locked on to him as he pieced his puppet-body together. Her teeth were clenched in frustration as she took steps back towards the old-hag. Her eyes held such fire-that was foolish. Who would have such a strong will against someone strong as him? He had much more years' experience than she ever has-to the point where he can get his puppets to take down an entire nation. So why, why do her emerald eyes hold such fire when she looks at him? Will he ever understand? Her emerald eyes…

Enrapturing...

As Kankuro stated his final promises to care for his mother and father puppets, Sasori tuned out Deidara's shouts of protest, and allowed his body to still, and relax. His art was in good-hands after all.

"Funny…Otou-san and Okaa-san had always told me cherry-blossoms only last for just a short-while before they withier. Looks like they lied…" Pieces of his skin tore away faster with each passing second.

"Looks like such beauty does last an eternity after all…"