Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Naruto and I don't own the song Getting Away With Murder by Papa Roaches. Reading is enhanced by listening to story-inspired song.
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He was working hard on his next project for the show, carefully carving the wood of the dolls face. He wanted to get it finished before his wife got home. She was the light of his life and he'd kill for her.
He had been.
Through the course of their time together he'd presented her gifts. Tokens of his love, hard work, and admiration for is devoted wife. Puppets that looked like her long lost friends.
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder...
Understand they were in his way. His wife was very beautiful and if it wasn't that it was her strength or intelligence that attracted them to her. One by one he turned them into her presents. He had nothing to fear. She'd never find out. They were happy. She was a nurse and he owned his puppet shop. Sakura and Sasori the couple of the year, that's what his grandmother said. He looked over at her puppet. Would he turn Sakura into one of his creations if she ever found out?
No, but he'd never tell her. She was too precious to him. Like a porcelain doll. He laughed at that thinking how she could probably punch a mountain into rubble.
Getting away with murder…
He sat, surrounded by the people he chose that weren't worthy to be in her presence or had tried to take her away from him. He had a full cast. They all stared at him with still glass eyes. A devilish smile formed on his face.
And I am craving this disaster...
She was too smart.
One day she'll find out. His thoughts turned sour as he thought of his loving wife. What will he do?
Fight her? He still wanted children. Would she still love him?
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder...
Would she hate him? Could he kill her? No, he loved her. After all they'd been married for three years already. But one thing was for sure. He was getting away with murder and he'd never tell her the truth. It's irrational and confrontational but all the people he'd kill and continue to kill didn't have the words to tell.
He really did love his wife.
