Disclaimer: I only own Makie... -sweat-
Sasori was mad…. No, he wasn't mad, he was utterly pissed. He was awoken just to meet some chic at the outside of the hideout, someone the leader was interested in, well, interested in the aspect of wanting her to join the akatsuki. So why in the hell was he the one who had to stay up and wait for some chic? Why not Deidara, the annoying little blonde-haired brat. Sasori growled heavily under his breath, shaking his head as he continued to wait. That's all he could do at the time, anyway, since the leader would kill him if he didn't wait for the new comer. And oh lord help him if it happened to be another like Deidara… or worse…. Tobi.
He was startled from his thoughts as something wooden brushed along his leg. He looked down to see a small puppet creature looking up at him with glossy eyes. Wondering just where it might have come from, he paused. The craftsmanship of this puppet was amazing, down to the last detail, and painted with amazing skill. He could tell how each stroke going into this puppet was from a gentle hand. But, where had it come from?
His eyes moved up to see a girl standing there, a smile playing on her lips. Slowly moving her fingers, the puppet walked away from Sasori and towards the girl, climbing up onto her leg and settled itself in a bag on her hip. "You're Sasori-danna, correct?" She asked as she brushed a strand of long brown hair from her face, sticking her tongue out playfully at the man. "I'm Makie." She bowed her head respectfully, giving him a soft smile. "It is an honor to meet you, Sasori-danna. I've heard many a thing about you."
Sasori shook his head lightly, snapping himself from his thoughts, but he continued to gaze at the girl in wonder. Had she made the puppet? He nodded lightly, only hearing half of what she had to say. "I see you are a puppeteer." He said in a small voice, gazing at the girl with wonder.
"Hm? Oh, yea, you could say that. It's not my greatest skill, that's something else entirely. I do use puppets as a weapon. The art of puppetry is lasting and wonderful, wouldn't you agree, Sasori-danna?" Makie said as she continued to look to Sasori, a smile playing on her rosy lips, her hair falling over her right eye once more. Sasori was in shock. She knew what he was talking about when he meant true art…. Oh hell she had to join the Akatsuki now. She would be such a pain in Deidara's side, and he'd have someone else to help bother that damned blonde with. This was going to be one hell of a day.
"Come inside, then." He said and turned, motioning for her to follow. He needed to get her introduced and hopefully sneak her off to his room, so he could show her his own puppets. He knew this girl would enjoy them to the fullest. He began to walk off, but slowly, making sure the girl was keeping up with him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the puppet she had out earlier was now in her arms, being cradled as if it were a small child. A small smile cracked his lips before he turned, and continued towards the hideout.
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"Well, this is the living room, and as you can see, everyone lives here." Sasori said as he looked to the whole Akatsuki sitting on the couch and along the chairs, all surrounding a large television, upon which was playing gladiator. The first to look over was a blonde, who's mouth began slightly agape at the sight of Makie, who was also watching the movie with a smirk upon her features. Deidara poked Hidan, the silver-haired male next to him, and pointed as well. Hidan did this to kakuzu, who did it to Itachi, who did it to kisame, and so on, until Tobi was finally poked. The 8 males sitting there stared, Konan and Sasori the only two not looking like gaping monkeys.
Makie finally realized what was going on and turned, her eyes narrowing as the puppet in her hands sprung to life, a blade retracting out of it's small arm as it jumped the drooling, bare-chested silver-haired male, slashing at him. The wound only disappeared. Makie looked to him, then saw the pendant of Jashin. Laughing, she shook her head and pulled her own out, flashing it at Hidan. "Hello, you drooling faggots. My name is Makie, I'm a rogue from Suna, and a puppeteer. Eternal beauty is true art, and Jashin-sama will kick all of your asses." She said and gave the thumbs up, the puppet standing by her doing the same.
"Oh lord another Sasori…" Zetsu's darker side said with a groan.
"I don't know, she looks nicer then Sasori…" The lighter side said, giving Makie a soft smile.
Maki blinked, then approached Zetsu, giving him an odd look, then smiled, her hand gently touching the Venus flytrap around his head with delicate fingers. "…" She moved her hand back and pulled out a piece of wood, plopping down and began to carve. Carving carefully and with deep, long strokes, she finished in no time flat. A mini Zetsu rested in her palms. "Mini plant man." She said and handed it to Zetsu, who looked to it oddly, then smiled. He smiled… oh god.
"Thank you." The lighter side said, gently tucking the puppet away within it's cloak. Makie nodded and looked to Deidara, who's eyes were now shooting daggers at her.
"Art is not eternal, it goes out with a bang." Deidara said with a soft, menacing growl to his voice. Makie only looked to him like he was crazy, her eyes narrowing. Oh she knew what was about to happen.
"Eternal beauty is art, so kiss my ass!" She hissed loudly, her hand moving u as the puppet next to her moved in a dangerous way, painted eyes on Deidara. There was about to be an all out blood-fest, and of all people, Hidan seemed to want to see this.
((I'm not going to write a fight scene just yet…))
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Deidara laid, shirtless, across the room and panting, blood trickling down his chest and jaw line. On the other side of the room, Makie stood with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She had just kicked Mr. Boom's ass, and was rather satisfied by the fighting spirit he had within him. "Tough luck, Dei-chan. Like I said, eternal art is beautiful, and kicks your little explosive ass any day." She smirked evilly and turned to look to Pein, who sat on his chair, slightly mad at the damage, but amazed. She had done that way to easy. "So, Mr. Leader-sama. Am I in or what?"
Pein's eyes narrowed, and he sighed. "Welcome to the Akatsuki, Makie."
Well there you go... my crapy midnight writing...
have a good thanksgiving!