Sasori Akasuna was not a patient man, anyone with a brain could see that even with only a few minutes with the red head that he a had a hard time waiting on anything, even if said red head had no destination. Hell, waiting on coffee was a chore for Sasori. He had also the temper of an angry just shot at t Rex... So squeeze those two things together into an angsty, short, red head with an attitude and you have Sasori.
He also hated the exhistamce of other human beings, loathed being around anyone but himself and his puppets. Usually Sasori was able to ignore the stupidity of the people who surrounded his genius, but he would have rather stayed in his cozy home, alone and not having to communicate with with anyone of the outside world.
But sadly, you cant ignore family, less you be removed from the will. And if If there was one bunch of people in the world who knew how to really agitate him, it was his family. more importantly, his winch of a cousin.
"Sasori darling, how's our broke little hermit today?" A girlish-albeit dry and husky- voice sang out through the puppeteers phone.
"Temari..." Sasori growled, "Don't start with me today, I have-"
"No money and no work. Sasori, you haven't sold a single of your crazy looking puppets in months."
Sasori clenched his teeth and gripped the carving knife he was using tightly.. damn his cousin for reminding him of his all too known broke-ness.
" I do have projects THANK YOU-"
"Sasori, all the projects these small ass company's are giving you don't give you the pay you need, even more so since you have to use your own things. Grandma is worried, and says that if you don't find a way to get people into your puppets, she's making you teach at her art school." Temari said the last bit with a tiny but of remorse. She knew that her cousin didn't work well with kids.
Sasoris eye twitched violently, and he pursed his lips. Damn that old hag... He was a famous artist, had puppets in museums everywhere, his art could put down millions aspiring artists. To put him in a room with a bunch of snot nozed squirts would be a waist and insult of 27 years of working his ass off on perfecting his puppets and five years of top notch art classes at Suna University of the arts.
"Annyywayy, since I don't want you to be taking kids dreams away and creating future serial killers that want to rip your head off. I have an idea."
"Temari, can't you just crawl back into your underwater cave and use your plotting for other redheads? ." Sasori scowled, knowing that this could only mean trouble. Temari was a cruel witch, and she knew it.
"Gaaras no fun anymore, all he does is fuck that Hyuuga kid. So now I'm moving on to you, firecrotch."
"Goodbye Temari."
"KIDDING! But im serious okay? Get a roommate. Use that extra bedroom in your apartment to drain the money out of other peoples pockets. Rip em off, and hey, if they're cute you might get some ass. You're gay right?"
"No."
"No? Are you sure, cause kankuro swears at that new years party you were making out with that blonde kid-"
"Temari! That's not what I meant! I'm not getting a roommate!"
"So.. you are gay?"
"Goodbye Temari."
"Wait! I-"
"What!?" Sasori snapped
Snickering was heard through his phone and Sasori narrowed his eyes.
"I already put up advertisements around town. Toodles! Mwa!"
"FUCK Y-!"
He wasn't able to finish before she hung up. Sasori growled and ran to grab a jacket. He wasn't going to let some random stranger live in his home, and dammit if he wasn't going to kill his cousin.
How Gaara hadn't killed his siblings, Sasori would never know.
He huffed and locked his door, not trusting his sketchy neighbors. Then he let out an elongated sigh, frustrated with the cold and his cousin.
Even though he knew his cousin was trying to help, Sasori didn't need her so called generosity. His art was eternal, forever a favorite. That's why he had some pieces in museums. Surely she realized people would love it as long as it was sturdy.
The wind chilled the red heads pale skin and he ignored the stares of his neighbors. You could say he was a loner. People weren't his fortey. He trotted quickly to his pretty red car and started it.
The red head immidiatly started thinking of places he normally frequented to. He knew temari wouldn't let someone he would kill try to room with the violent redhead. She would try to find someone who had his interests.
Right?
Sasori was glad that he had decided to stay in Suna and live near its prestigious art school, as he had enjoyed the school very much, and excelled in all his classes. Plus staying on campus grounds had given him many of job opportunities, until as of late. It sseemed hat his famous work was becoming an old fad.. maybe..
Sasori frowned and shook his head. He was not going to become a starving artist! He just had to pick up his game and keep the people impressed. And get rid of these nuisance flyers as soon as possible.
It took four minutes of speeding to get his first destination-The art store- and ten seconds to see his assumption was correct. Little red signs were taped on the wall with his phone number and address in big bold letters. He got out of his still running car and ran to snatch them, but paused as he saw what was written also on the red slip of paper.
Sasori gritted his teeth at what he saw and slammed a fist onto the brick wall.
"FUCKIN TEMARi!"
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Temari took a long sip of her tea, enjoying the peace inside a small tea shop. She had just finished her mission when she decided to call her cousin. She knew that right now he would be trying to find every last paper she put up as soon as she hung up.
Temari grinned slyly and took another sip of her tea. Sure she had put up signs where he might find somebody compatible, but dammit she didnt want him hanging around another emo artist bent on destroying dreams of others. Sasori needed some excitement in his life.
"He'll thank me some day" she smiled and gave herself another rewarding sip, but immediately sneezed. Tea went everywhere and Temari coughed as it went into her lungs.
'Seems like someone's talking about me' she thought, hacking more tea up. 'Or cursing.' She smiled, but quickly went into another hacking fit, spitting up tea from her throat like a redneck spitting dip.
Eventually she was able to stop and noticed a crowed staring at her oddly.
"WHAT?" She screeched. "Go away before I rip your lungs out to replace my damaged ones, yeah, thanks for the help ASSHOLES!"
"You're a mean lady" a young boy said from behind her.
Temaris eye twitched violently and she sneered, bending down to the little boy with snot running down his nose. "Yeah, well you should have been a stain on your mommys dress."
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First chappy is done! Gimme a kiss baby's!
Mua!
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