Author's Note : Hello, fellow writers and readers :). This is the first piece of writing I have decided to post on here and it would make me ecstatic if you would give it a chance. The first few 'chapters' will consist of short scenes with different Akatsuki members that have two purposes: give me the chance to get used to the characters and portray them correctly and present how the main character is perceived by the others. After that, I will start the actual story, which will be in Sore's POV.
A mere disturbance
He had been down in his workshop for hours, quietly refining the features of his latest masterpiece. Ruffled strands of red hair fell into his umber gaze, but he paid them no mind. Instead, he was focused solely on his creation, blatantly ignoring the occasional bangs and shrieks echoing through the building. Deidara and Hidan have been mercilessly trying to rip off Sore's mask, getting more and more creative with each failed attempt. Even so, the novelty of their association proved their superiority, managing to embarrass the two as frequent.
Their juvenile game of cat and mice was actually the reason behind Sasori's self-imposed solitude. Ever since the missing nin's arrival, there had not been a quiet moment in the Akatsuki base and the artist loathed each passing moment.
The click of a door opening forced Sasori out of his reverie, causing his hand to slip. He scowled deeply, carefully assessing the damage to his artwork, before shifting his vision to the figure on the threshold. He had already created an entire speech on privacy and the importance of knocking before entering to deliver to Deidara when he realized that it was not his blonde partner standing there. Instead, a figure clad in loose white robes regarded him slowly.
"My apologies for interrupting, Sasori-san. I did not mean to disturb. I was merely seeking some peace of mind, away from the commotion outside." His guest spoke softly, lightly bowing their head as a form of apology.
"I would not say that I do not mind because I do. I appreciate being left alone and barging into my chamber is not something many would dare." The red head deadpanned, carefully studying the actions of the other ninja. He had barely interacted with his visitor prior to that moment and Sasori could not help himself when presented with the opportunity to seize their way of thinking. He watched as his colleague tensed and right when they were about to retort, he spoke once again.
"However, the fact is already consumed. You are already here and it is impolite of me to refuse your company. You can stay here for a while, until Deidara tires of looking after you."
A smirk adorned the puppeteer's face when Sore's shoulders sagged in disbelief. Though their features were hidden by a mask, a pair of expressive dark eyes spoke more than enough to cater to his curiosity. Indeed, the newest Akatsuki was a particularly interesting character that would provide entertainment in the long run. Sasori was sure of that.
"I suppose words of gratitude are in order, then. Thank you, but do not allow my presence to disturb your work. The hospitality of allowing me to remain is enough. I will not mind sitting here in silence for a while if that is not too much to ask." Sore conveyed flatly. Toneless, their speech carried a certain detachment that must have taken years to perfect.
With the rise of an eyebrow, Sasori refrained from delivering any more remarks. The lack of emotion in his guest's tone prompted no further conversation. Deciding to humor them, the puppeteer simply turned and resumed his carving.
A soft rasp from the floorboards indicated that the white-haired shinobi settled themselves on the ground but he did not bother to look. Sore would surely leave in due time.
Post Scriptum: The use of the 'they' pronoun for the first shorts is intentional. My protagonist's gender is yet to be confirmed by the character whose point of view I have used. This will change in later updates as more and more is discovered about my OC. I truly hope I make them as realistic as possible. Au revoir