"Sasori. I have finally found a new Akatsuki member. He is to be Orochimaru's replacement."
Sasori shook his head, his hair catching the small amount of light that lit the cave-like, high ceilinged room, making the red nearly glow with it's own light. "Does that mean he's supposed to be my new partner?" His voice was filled with what was best described as the beginnings of anger.
"Yes, Sasori, it means that you are once again going to have a partner, and you're going to go to Iwagakure to pick him up tomorrow afternoon." Pein's voice had the edge to it that he was challenging Sasori to deny him, and to see what would happen after that.
Sasori wasn't used to being under the control of anybody. He bit the inside of his lip invisibly and nodded, walking out of the room before being dismissed, afraid of what would happen if he stayed any longer. He cursed to himself walking down the narrow hall "Why do I have to get the brat?" he whispered "What can't Itachi be my parter, and make Kisame get the brat?" He sighed and turned at a locked door. 'I'm not going to be able to keep this locked anymore when the brat arrives.' he thought, opening the door.
It was a reasonably small room, with two beds, a small table, a closet, Sasori's various tools laying in a strewn order across the table next to Hiruko (his prized puppet and near undefeated weopon), and a dresser positioned in the corner closest to the door, looking relatively forgotten.
He threw the key on the pile of miscellaneous objects, and threw himself onto the bed, thinking to himself about how sharing a room again would feel. Moments of negative thoughts later he turned his head and looked at Hiruko, blinking after his eyes bagan to unfocus. He looked up, trying harder to concentrate on something other than an object of violence.
Sitting up slowly he realized there was a window behind the slumped figure. How could he not have noticed this before?
It had been covered with a brown cloth, nearly matching the color of the walls. The red-head ripped the fabric back, and with a tear a shard of sunlight spilled into the room, directly onto the bed opposite his. He looked out the window, having to stand on tiptoe to see outside; there was a field, rich with overgrown grass and lilacs, with rosebushes farther away near a few old oak trees.
Sasori raised his eyebrows, taking in how much of an oxymoron it was for such a peaceful object to be located right outside of the single most evil organization ever formed.
He pushed the curtain back into place and backed to see if it was just as hidden. It looked like there was a small bump in the wall, but nothing more than that. Sighing, he looked over to the unoccupied bed, envisioning another person in it: taking up his space, and wasting his time.
He shook his head and walked over to the door, locking it; intending to enjoy his last few hours of peace. He padded softly over to Hiruko, examining all of its joints, and restocking all of its hidden weapons.
Before he knew it, the sun had set, and it was rounding ten o'clock. Somebody knocked on his door (though bashed was more of a word for it).
"Sasori, it's late, you need to get energy for the trip tomorrow." came Kisame's slightly muffled voice. Sasori replied with an indignant grunt, and waited to hear Kisame's shrinking footsteps. He looked at Hiruko, perfectly polished, jointed, and stocked full of weapons.
A thought struck Sasori, he was fixing his puppet to go retrieve his new partner? No... that can't be it... he rubbed his temples with his forefinger and thumb, and shook the idea out of his head, sitting down on his bed and getting so lost in thought he nearly fell asleep.
Before he could ruin another one he took off his cloak and threw it onto the opposing bed, not caring enough to take off the rest of his clothes (other than his shoes) and lay down on the bed, nearly falling asleep right away.
He awoke to the annoyingly familiar pounding on his door. "Sasori, we're going to pick up your new partner in an hour, fix your puppet!" Sasori shook his head and looked over to Hiruko, perfectly in-tact, as he was last night. "What time is it?" he asked. There was a small period of silence "Almost ten." was the reply.
Ten o'clock? How could it be that late already? Had he really been so lost in dreams that he had slept for twelve full hours? He sighed loudly and sat up, bending over and slipping on his shoes. With a stretch the red-head stood up and walked over to the table, sifting around the pile for his keys.
He drew his hand back quickly all of a sudden; A thin line of blood began to trickle down his hand, becoming thicker until a drop of blood fell to the floor: a kunai had somehow managed it's way into the pile, and Sasori had hit it when he was digging for his key. Examing the wound closer he could only hope that it wasn't a poisoned weopon that had damaged him.
Nearly a solid three minutes later he found the silver devil next to a spare jar of wood polish. Bandaging his hand quickly before taking his cloak off of the now unoccupied bed and walking out of the door, locking it behind him.
'Brat... brat... brat...' he couldn't stop from thinking as he walked down the narrow dim narrow hallway , not showing the brilliant sunlight just outside the walls due to its lack of windows. Sasori turned left and entered a somewhat better lit room, which was best described as a painted cave. "Sasori-san! You're up! Good!" Said the quirky voice of Tobi. Sasori sighed again "Tobi, what are you doing here?"
Tobi took two very joyful steps forward "Zetsu-san said that I could come here, because I was a good boy!"
Sasori took a deep breath in, feeling a sudden migraine building right in the middle of his forehead. "Go find Zetsu, Tobi." he pushed past the masked man, and farther into the 'cave'; to a sparsely filled fridge, taking out a simple carton of milk, drinking what was left of the carton; and calling that breakfast.
"Sasori-san!" Tobi said, from the opening that served as a door "You shouldn't drink from the carton!"
Sasori made a grunting noise, throwing the carton at Tobis' chest. Man… could this kid be any more annoying? he thought as he drudged out the door, past a laughing Tobi.
He exhaled a breath slowly, staring at the ground and traveling all the way to the room he had began this whole situation, hoping that Kisame was there and that he could start this whole day earlier, if he had to do it: he'd much rather get it done quickly.
