Title: blood made of wood
Rating: T
Characters: Sasori
Pairings: None
Summary: Dying means nothing, Sasori thinks, when there's nothing to lose.
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Sasori can feel the blood seeping out of his wound; it's as open and gaping as the sky on a cloudless day. His heart is still faintly beating, like a child afraid of dying; it's small, unsure, so different from how he is in person.
His mind wanders.
He thinks of blood, of the lives he's taken, the years he's lived, the body that is his but not actually his – the moment his parents had fallen down beside him, a silken pool of cedar-smelling hair and entangled limbs, the minute something (something) inside him broke-
He still wonders why.
If his chakra had not broken the moment it had, if the cold embrace had not faltered, would he have been where he is now? If there had been no war, no battle, no blood, no pain, no death death death –
Would he be here now?
But that is inconsequential; he thinks as the blood pools in his clothes and wraps him in its strangely comforting hold, because he is here now.
Now.
The feeling of arms around him morph, for a moment of illusion and comfort, into flesh, pulsating against his frame and leaving something intangible in his mouth, in his heart, slowly bleeding to its end-
He remembers Pein, with his promises of peace and war, of power (oh so sinful on his tongue) of warless times and happiness so twisted-
For a moment, he had thought of his parents. His parents, dead and alive and smiling and cold and oh so happy-
Now.
Now, he lays encased in the arms that are made of flesh and not wood, in an embrace of love and not death, in a world where there is only him, them, and something else.
Would you have done it?
His heart goes bu-bump, bu-bump. It fades, and that is the end –
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In the end, it doesn't matter.
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A/N: Here's my little drabble box reserved for all the junk in my mind. :D Life's been hectic and it feel great to just vent, sometimes, you know? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed the piece, since I had fun writing it - it turned out more macabre than I wanted it to, lol. But still, it's fine, 'cuz it describes one take of the way Sasori thinks about his parent's passing and his choice to join Akatsuki.
Have a nice day!