I own nothing.


There is a little glass puppet, transparent as air and as opaque as mud, and Sasori enjoys making it move according to his whims and needs. He needs a puppet to tell him all he needs to know, and Kabuto is strategically placed. He can go everywhere and Sasori makes him go everywhere.

Tell me everything of Konohagakure and Orochimaru; tell me everything I could possibly needs to know.

At first the child's lips purse and he tries to resist; at first he clings to these foolish notions of loyalty to one's village. He learns. Kabuto learns, and he learns that it is better not to resist the one who pulls his strings.

Perhaps, Sasori thinks, perhaps Kabuto even enjoys it.

His little glass puppet will do whatever he asks. His little glass puppet will walk through fire and even through Hell for him. All the information Sasori needs he shall receive, all that and more.

After all…

All of Sasori's glass puppets are devoted to him, and him alone. Everyone looks straight through the glass and can't see the ink inside, binding them to him. That's why Sasori's servants are the most loyal of all.