~Art's Most Valuable Form~
~Act No. 1~
Abstracted
Sasori Akasuna is a worldwide known art legend. Some people say that he's the next Leonardo Da Vinci or Michelangelo. He is a master craftsmen. An artist. He is capable of any type of artwork that's ever been created, and excels most prominently in all fields.
He had everything that he could ever desire or need. There wasn't anything that he needed anymore. He would never need anything. Never. He was independent, and self governed. He lived by his rules, and obeyed them to a tee.
Sasori could create anything. Legitimately anything. Towering clay sculptures. Dimensionalized drawings that made people question just what the world was. Spray painted graffiti with colors that someone had never before seen in the past. Murals that cascaded across an entire building. Mosaics that scattered along a church wall. Puppets that looked so lifelike that they seemed to move on their own. Photographs that seemed more beautifully pictured that any other photographer in the world. Not to mention the paintings that could be created by his own hand with the help of a paintbrush.
He lived in over five homes, ranging from mansions, to penthouses, to beach homes. He also traveled the world a few times, going to Paris France for a mural that some famous business owner wanted. He visited Hong Kong once simply because he had wanted to. He lived in Singapore for a few months for an exhibit that wanted his works, and just simply decided that he enjoyed his time there enough to stay for a few months. He had been to so many cities and countries that he probably would've lost count had he not been so intelligent.
He worked most of the time for Akatsuki Productions. It was mostly a huge performance organization that ranged from the vast musical talents of Itachi Uchiha to the largely known Death Defier, Hidan Focker. It was the most well known production in Los Vegas, Nevada. Somehow they had wanted him to do a performance. At first he was simply curious about the whole ordeal, but almost immediately after his first show, he had been very satisfied with the result, and decided to partake in the showings more often. Gratefully, the manager, and Computer Technician, Nagato Ame had let him come in whenever he desired to. Never was he completely apart of Akatsuki Productions, since he still had artworks that he needed to complete from the countless offers he was getting from companies and famous celebrities. However, his performances with Akatsuki Productions always seemed to be the one of his favorite and most often occurrences in his life at this point.
He was Sasori Akasuna, and he could do anything, but there was one thing that he was more sure of than anything. He didn't think it to be possible. It would simply never happen. Never. He was convinced. He would never fall in love.
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She stared at the magazine in her hands, and observed every single detail that scowered the pages. It was Vegas Insider. The only magazine that explained every show and performance in all of Los Vegas down to practically a microscopic detail, that was not entirely a spoiler. It was just perfect the way it summarized the shows, but didn't exactly spoil the whole performance for an oncoming watcher. And the most popular show was the infamous Akatsuki Productions, which told the reader of each and every member.
Deidara Iwa. An explosion artist that ranged from simply fireworks shows to the most spectacular of sparklers sculptures that he put together in a matter of minutes. It was said that he had nearly killed himself by complete accident by the fire of the explosions a few times, but sill held a strong love for them. He also had his own company for fireworks, that was undecided on a name. His stage name though was, Bomb Master.
Tobi. The most idiotic and funny person that anyone would ever meet. The mostly solo comedian that had a knack for angering his fellow performers so much that they went on stage just to try and hurt him. Mostly Hidan Focker. Because of that his stage name was The Royal Fool.
Hidan Focker. The crazy, and maniacal Death Defier, whose acts are so dangerous and deadly that even his fellow performers find him completely insane. It was said that he was known for nearly dying a few times, but never came onto Death's door completely. Stage Name: Death Defier.
Itachi Uchiha. The musical prodigy whose musical talents roamed from classical, ancient, to modern day pop culture. It said that his favorite music to play though was either with his brother, whom she knew, or with a violin or piano. Apparently he sometimes even helped with the dangerous acts when fire was involved and art ones too at times. Stage Name: The Prodigy.
Kisame Hoshigaki. The swordsmen. Another danger act that involved either knife swallowing or swordplay. It often featured Itachi or Zetsu. He also did some crazy stunts with swords that were jaw dropping. Stage Name: Sharkie.
Konan Blue. The magician with the most mesmerizing and beautiful magic acts ever seen before. It was said that she could even change her body from human to confetti paper or origami that seemed to appear out of anywhere. The magazine also said that she helped with some other acts when needed. Stage Name: Miss Magic
Nagato Ame. The computer technician that created majestic and perfect backgrounds and effects used in the performances, and even has his own show when it was needed. His stage name though she though was kinda cliche: Flash.
Kakuzu Black. The man of a thousand men. It was said that his strength was unbelievable, and almost Godly strong. It also said that his abilities helped with moving things around after shows. Stage Name: Ares.
Yahiko Dawn. The founder of Akatsuki Productions, but wasn't exactly the head of the company. A mostly solo dancer that had a thing for the unexplainable. His dancing abilities were spectacular. Ranging from modern day break dancing, to ballroom, or even the ancient arts of dance of various cultures. Stage Name: The Magister.
Zetsu. The extra man that was known for being the second in a lot of the performances, and often seen in every one either being the help or literally apart of the acts. Stage Name: The Extra
Sasori Akasuna. The worldwide known artist that is capable of anything in the art world, and whose performances were apart of the most beautiful and mesmerizing of them all. It was said that he was the newest member that replaced another act that had gone from amazing to terrible. The thing was though, the picture of him was just a silhouette, and since the magazine wasn't a new release the magazine had decided not to give out his picture even though he was already very famous. Stage Name: The Puppet Master.
This was so going to the first show that she was going to see while she was in Vegas. That was a definite.
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Sakura Haruno was a college a student at Konoha University, that just finished her Junior year. She was a smart girl, with a normal lifestyle. She wasn't poor, nor was she rich. Just in the normal middle class.
Most of her friends were another story entirely. Ino was the daughter of the CEO of Yamanaka Incorporated. Sasuke was not only the brother of the famous Itachi Uchiha, but also the son, and the more than likely heir of the Uchiha Company. Naruto was in the process of learning how to become the President of his father's company. Then there was Hinata, an heiress of another company that is in a just little higher up than Naruto's. So yeah, nearly all of her closest friends were very rich, other than a few others.
In someways it payed off very nicely for her, because then she got to do a lot of amazing things with them. But, she was Sakura Haruno, a girl that didn't think a lot for herself, and nearly always for others. She wouldn't exactly let her best friend, the shopaholic Ino Yamanaka buy her a ton of things unless it be her birthday or another important day. Naruto was often like that too, but Hinata and Sasuke seemed to understand her point of view nicely and cooperated with her thoughts even though sometimes they didn't agree with it.
As of that moment she was landing into the McCarran International Airport with the Yamanaka private plane. Sakura's taken it quite a few times in the past during past summers, but this was the biggest trip that they've ever wanted to come to. Las Vegas. Sasuke, Naruto, and Hinata said that they would meet at Kage Hotel, the best hotel in the entire state of Nevada.
Sakura could just feel the excited anxiousness that she had, and her hands trembled, barely able to contain the happiness that she had. A smile came onto her lips, barely able to hold the grin that was about to spread when she at on one of the leather seats inside the plane.
Ino, who sat in front of her, had finally awoken from her beauty sleep, and popped her eyes open when a faint sound had echoed throughout the plane telling them that they had arrived, and that they could take off their seat belts. She yawned a bit, before breaking out into a huge grin aimed right at Sakura.
"We're finally here Sakura!" Ino squealed, not able to maintain her happiness.
Letting the grin form she spoke, "I know. After eleven years, we can finally be here."
"It's so awesome!" Ino responded, taking off her seatbelt. "We can finally see the Akatsuki Productions!"
Sakura gazed out from the window, the sky clear and blue as the desert of Egypt. It was splendid, and Sakura couldn't wait. Sakura sighed happily, and got up from her spot when they came to a complete stop.
The two college girls rushed out of the plane like their lives depended on it, and walked to the outside of the airport. Their luggage was already in the Limo when they were ready, and they set off in the long black vehicle. It was one of those few times when she allowed Ino to spoil her like this, but even then she almost felt like she had to do something in return, Ino would refuse.
Sakura was watching the passing streets like they were the last pieces of her life left. She was in a trance. The countless large buildings with lights everywhere that weren't lit in the day were everywhere, on every passing street, and avenue. Some were casinos, some where museums, there were many hotels, ranging from five stars to average. The city was major hustle and bustle during the day, and Sakura couldn't even imagine just what nighttime presented. There were numberless amounts of people crossing streets, and sidewalks, and there were often people who were wannabe's of many famous actors, and musicians.
It was only when Ino had noticed that Sakura was holding a magazine tightly in her grasp that she interrupted her best friend's astonished trance. "Is that Vegas Insider, Sakura?"
The girl in question jolted out of her thoughts, gazed softly at Ino, "Yep. I wanted to read up about the members of the Akatsuki again."
"Most of the guys are pretty hot right?" Ino asked with grin.
Sakura's smile dropped. "That's not why Ino-Pig."
She waved her hand dismissively, "Oh whatever, Forehead."
With a roll of her eye's Sakura turned back to the window, and began daydreaming about being apart of something bigger than herself. She daydreamed about being an Akatsuki.
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They made it to the hotel pretty quickly for all the traffic that was in the city. It was only after they had stepped out of the Limo that Sakura noticed just how hot the place was. She may already be wearing jean shorts, and a red tank-top, but she knew that she would start sweating pretty quickly. Pulling her long pink locks into a high ponytail, she gave Ino a sidelong glance. She knew how much her friend despised anything over eighty-five degrees.
"Oh God, It's hot," Ino grumbled, a scowl contorting her perfect face.
Sakura giggled. "It's Vegas Ino, of course it's hot."
With a last exasperated sigh, she smiled again, "Yeah, guess I'll just have to get over that little aspect."
They began walking inside, the uniformed workers, grabbing their bags for them. They walked up a wide stone staircase that led to Kage Hotel, and Sakura had to say, the place was certainly extravagant.
Once inside, Sakura's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened considerably. She stopped in her tracks. Just stopped. It was beautiful. The floors were granite, while the walls were golden with countless swirls of different silvers, blacks, and blues. There were a few glass chandeliers with crystal-like droplets cascading down them. On the left hand side there was a large waterfall that led to a stone water fountain. There was a a little sitting area with luxurious looking couches and tables near the fountain. Near the entrance of the hotel there was another hallway that led somewhere that looked like party rooms that led in both directions. On the right was the long dark granite check in desk. While straight ahead a few dozen feet was few steps that led up to two separate elevators. There was several people walking to and from areas of the lobby.
"Wow," was all Sakura could choke out, and she heard Ino chuckle behind her. She had barely even heard her when Ino had told her that she was going to check them in, for Sakura had begun to walk over to the large stone water fountain. She could hear the rushing of the water as it descended down, crashing softly onto the surface. It was almost magical.
Sometimes Sakura felt like Alice in Wonderland. For she would get so curious, and then turn into a trance-like state where it was only herself and the world around her. She could see every detail, every tiny stone, and drop dropping from the top of the waterfall. It was almost like her mind was like a computer that went in slow motion so that she could clearly see everything. Some would probably consider it a gift, while often herself, considered it a partial curse. For even with the vast number of details traveling into the depths of her mind, she could never notice very often when people were calling on her, or hear another noise is other than what she was focusing on. It didn't allow her to be excessively observant when other people were around her. For that reason in itself, she was often clumsy.
She hadn't even realized that she had been walking forward more and more until she reached the ledge of the waterfall, and had nearly fallen headfirst into the water. Scrambling to regain her balance, she flailed her arms, trying to get back to her normal balance, but she ended up falling backwards instead of forwards. That was when she fell on someone none too gracefully.
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Sasori Akasuna was watching the horizon in silence with his arms crossed. His face was blank. The perfect mask of impassiveness that he held on his face. It was often there. Rarely was it not there, and if it was not, it was often because he was angry, irritated, or very occasionally in slight amusement.
The Sun was still high in the sky, for it was only four in the afternoon. He had five hours until the show started, and he had decided what he was going to do tonight. It was something that he hadn't done in awhile, and figured that the performance would go very well. He didn't fail, after all. Never. Sasori Akasuna didn't make mistakes and he certainly doesn't fail.
He decided to go in casual clothes until he arrived at the studio. There was no need to attract undesired attention from pedestrians during his time off from fame, but that didn't mean the paparazzi were going to stay quiet. No, they were never quiet for the most part.
Vegas had always been the place of fame, fortune, and desire, among other unnecessary things. To a certain extent, he liked it here, but he was never one to stay in one place for too long. Maybe after a month or so he would go to Japan with Deidara or someone...
He turned to the window, and looked over his room. He had practically turned it into his own studio after a month of being here. Sheets were placed everywhere. Unfinished small clay sculptures were scattered atop makeshift stools. Paintings were either on various sized isles to dry, others placed in a box of finished works. Charcoal drawings were on his desk that only had a sheet, a few pieces of black charcoal were actually on the desk. He swore that he couldn't even see the floor anymore since there was sheets placed everywhere he stood. The only place that didn't was the kitchen, and even there, there were vast amounts of brushes and paints where food wasn't stored.
Sasori eyes lowered lazily. He seriously needed to leave and head back to one of his homes for awhile, at least there things were actual stands and not makeshift. And there he could actually created larger scale drawings, and sculptures. Although he did have a few people that wanted a few artworks while he was in Vegas. Maybe there he could rid of his strong desire to paint or sculpt.
Sasori sighed softly, and grabbed his messenger bag, and pulled it around his shoulder. He brought it along anywhere he went. He always had a sketchbook, a box of pencils, along with a few specifically made colored pencils he got from a famous company awhile back. He also had a professional camera in his bag that was considered indestructible. All in all, it was probably a bit much, but then again, this is Sasori. He always had inspiration. Even in the most small of things.
He walked out the large white double doors from his hotel room, and closed them without giving a glance back. He had given a call to Zetsu earlier for a ride to the studio, since that was one of his jobs in the Akatsuki. He had gotten through the elevator, and hallways without issue, but when he was passing through the living area of the hotel lobby that was when something happened.
A girl with pink hair had started to fall, and all Sasori could do was simply wait for impact. How they ended up though was something he had not expected, and how it happened was actually beyond him. He had somehow landed on his back, staring partially surprisedly into the girl's eyes, while she was literally on top of him. She seemed just about as dumbfound as he did, and they seemed to be locked in that position for what seemed like an eternity. Sasori noticed something in her eyes that stopped him all together. It was almost like magic.
It was after that thought that he suddenly snapped back to himself, and he glared at the girl, who then sprang up onto her feet, and away from him a faint blush of shame on her face. Had Sasori not been so angry he might have almost found it endearing for her.
As he got from the ground she started to speak so quickly that he could barely understand her. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I such a klutz. I'm so sorry!"
When he was on his feet he realized just how short she was. He towered over her like she was a mouse. The girl was at least a foot shorter than him, and probably came to his shoulders. It was her eyes that he found quite fine, along with her odd coloring of her hair. It was interesting, but not enough to quench his anger.
"Watch where your going, brat," He growled though clenched teeth.
She definitely seemed like she was given a thorough scolding, as her brows knitted together, and her mouth slightly agape with more unspoken apologies. Her eyes drifted to the floor to his bag, and quickly picked it up from the floor holding it out to him. She looked quite sad as she handed it to him, but there was something there.
A fire. A fire like no other burned deep within her emerald green eyes. A fire that could extinguish in time. It was like smoldering pieces of wood left from a fire. At least that was the outside, deeper in there burned something he had never seen before, something that wanted to come out and be known to the world. That fire was locked in a cage.
"I'm very sorry sir," She replied genteelly, but with more assertiveness than before. "I really am."
With narrowed eyes he gave her one more stare before he walked away from her.
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Sakura felt like hitting herself in the head when she entered her hotel room. The moment she had come into the rooms, she threw herself onto one of the couches with a huge sigh, watching as the footmen placed their things on the floor with the upmost genteelness. She could see the mountain of vibrant violet luggage that ascended to a foot from the ceiling, getting smaller as they grew in height.
She rubbed her face stressfully, remembering the event in the lobby. It certainly wasn't one her most endearing moments in her life. He looked familiar though, as if she had known him in the past or something. They had stared into each other's eyes for who knows how long. It was almost like it meant something. But it couldn't, could it? She wasn't some princess from a fairytale, and he certainly didn't seem like the perfect prince charming. There was something about him though. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
She rolled over, and faced the balcony with a few white satin drapes that were pulled together by strings. They were on the thirty-ninth floor, and boy was it a drop to the bottom. She could just imagine some of her favorite crime drama's like Blood Prison, where one of the victims was thrown over a railing hundreds of feet in the air, by her masked captor. Deciding that she didn't like that idea very much, she thought of the amazingly bright side of it. The view was amazing. It overlooked a large portion of the smaller buildings-that were still very large-that were often casinos, and flashy restaurants.
"So are you going to tell me what happened in the lobby?" Ino suddenly asked, walking into the room while opening the large opaque double doors that led to their bedroom.
Sitting up, Sakura pulled the ponytail from her hair, letting it fall freely. She gave Ino a blank face with pulled lips so that they were in a straight line. It wasn't something that she really cared to talk about at the moment. Ino in response, gave Sakura the look with one raised brow.
She sighed, "I accidentally fell on a guy. Actually he was really good looking. It wasn't exactly the best place either..."
"What do you mean 'best place'?" Ino asked questionatively, walking up to Sakura from behind the couch.
She just gave Ino the look that said, 'I think you know this already.' This in turn, made Ino chuckle lightly.
"Oh get over it Sakura! You'll probably never see him again anyway." Ino halfway comforted with a wave of her hand. "In the mean time, I think it's time to get ready. Hinata's gonna stay with us too. Sasuke and Naruto are already here, so let's get ready for tonight's main event!"
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He entered the large auditorium pushing both large obsidian black double door's open. Bright light poured into the room, until they swung to a close behind him.
There was someone on the large open stage, his obsidian eyes closed, and concentrating, but softly, on the violin his in grasp. The melody wafted around the room, and Sasori could literally see the notes and bars as they moved mesmerizingly around the room in methodic intervals. Apparently Nagato was here also if there was already projections flying across the room.
Deciding that there was no trouble to simply sit in one of the scarlet seats, he set his bag in his lap and found what he was searching for quickly, and pulled it out. He set the messenger bag down on the floor, and began his freelance work.
Greens. Blacks. Pinks. Tans. Whites. They created a person whom he had met just a little bit before, and for some reason the colorings stuck in his mind. The beautiful head shot he created was a bit less lifelike than the original, and somehow it just didn't seem to look right. He furrowed his brow slightly at the completion of the drawing. This simply didn't look right. It was almost like this wasn't his work, but some amateur that dabbled lightly in the art world. He just couldn't put a finger on it.
"Doing anime characters again, yeah?"
He glanced up to find Deidara who was decked out in an unbuttoned white undershirt, and trousers, while his black suit was draped over his back, and his tie in his hand. He looked like he had just gotten out of a meeting.
"Working again?" Sasori retorted with a blank face. Everyone knew that Deidara hated working unless it be with Akatsuki Productions. He didn't really care to have a huge company that required a serious attitude, even though he loved the products.
Deidara scowled at the insult, but recovered quickly. "Well, who exactly do you know with pink hair, yeah? She looks like a real life person that is cosplaying or something."
"I don't really know her," Sasori said nonchalantly.
He strode up behind his chair, and studied the girl more closely. "She's really pretty, Sasori my man."
Sasori shrugged in response, not really caring either way. He had really just wanted to capture her eyes, but he ended up doing an entire sketch with colors included. Still he wasn't satisfied with the result. There was something missing.
"Does she really look this pretty, or did you enhance it?" Deidara asked curiously.
Enhance it? He wasn't really sure, and somehow that unsettled him the most. It was like he couldn't remember how exactly how she looked or something. There was just something off about the drawing. Actually dumbfounded, he said, "I'm not exactly sure."
Deidara stared at him incredulously. Since when is the genius, Sasori Akasuna, not sure. Everything was certain in Sasori's eyes. There was never an unsure moment. Not entirely. There was always an option. But for Sasori to actually not know was a complete anomaly.
He patted his best friend's shoulder twice, and began walking away. "Well, that's a first Danna, yeah!"
The music still traveled around the room as he stared down at the page.
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Sakura, Ino, Hinata, Sasuke, and Naruto were all dressed up accordingly, not completely in formal wear, but not in casual either. It was a perfect combination that went well with where they were going. They were all in the Limo, awaiting their arrival at the Dawning Theater House. They had been in traffic for awhile, and that was to be expected at this time of the evening however one person in particular kept complaining about it.
"When are we getting there?" Naruto drawled, complainatively. He had stretched himself all over his side of the Limo, his head back, facing the ceiling.
Ino who had grown sick of his complaining was starting to boil over, "We'll get there when we get there!"
Hinata just gave a shyly apologetic glance at Naruto, while Sakura and Sasuke just looked at each other in annoyance. Sighing a deep sigh, she turned around to look out from the window she was closest to.
The lights were amazing, flashing a vast amount of colors. Each sign was different, and buildings varied in many sizes. The colors of the bright lights started to reflect onto the glass that was on her window. Truly, it was amazingly splendid sight to see.
The stars in the sky were almost impossible to take into consideration. They were barely even comprehensible with all the flashing lights that accumulated the majority of the space in the sky.
Before she even knew it, they had stopped, and Sakura was jolted from her seat. She looked around, and everyone was getting their seat belts off. Quickly following suit, the group exited the long limousine. Almost immediately upon exit she could feel the curious stares that were in their directions, and she could just imagine what they were questioning in their minds about them. Are they celebrities? Are they posers? Who are they? I wonder if they're rich...
Rolling her eyes at her thoughts she beheld the sight that caught her attention. The entranceway was anything from what she had expected. The theatre house was like an amazing dark-brown brick manor. A huge walkway with small gardens all the way to the street to the entranceway. The many staining glass windows were various colors. It was truly a sight to see.
"Why is it that I always seemed to be amazed even though I've been to so many places?" Sakura whispered in astonishment to herself.
"Because your just that innocent, Sakura," Sasuke whispered back to her.
Still in shock, she spoke back slowly, "I can't tell whether that's a compliment or not."
Guards were stationed around the perimeter, while people were scattered everywhere, some obviously trying to sneak inside, while other's were hauled up in the ridiculously large line that went all the way down the end of the street.
Instead of being those type of people, Sasuke had a free entrance pass, thanks to his brother, and they were inside in a matter of seconds. When they were inside though there was a huge poster that draped across the far wall. It shown all of the Akatsuki members in a huge group photo with each other's signature poses. That however was when she noticed it. In bold red letters a name was spread across last person in the poster. Sakura's jaw dropped. There in that photo was the same guy whom she had landed on earlier that day. He was the one of the best artist's known to man.
Sasori Akasuna.
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Art's Most Valuable Form
Author's Note:
Abstracted: Art that does not attempt to represent external, recognizable reality but seeks to achieve its effects using shapes, forms, colors, etc.
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I had an absolute blast writing this. I actually had the idea almost right after I woke up, and I wondered why the heck I hadn't thought of it before. I really hope that this story goes well with the SasoSaku community, and I really want to continue.
I am a major SasoSaku fan probably since last September, and I have written several fanfics, and a few of them are still in the early stages. But as most of my other stories, I simply couldn't help myself. I wanted to write and write and write today. I didn't want to stop, but sadly I had to part of the time.
Anyways, I love art, and I'm a decent anime artist, but I know a bit more about other types of art, so I hope that this story goes well.
Please Review! Please! They are taken into serious consideration, and are highly appreciated!
Ja-ne!
-Cassandra