Author: Fuhrer (Silenced lambs)
Title: The Art of Freedom
Rating: PG-13ish, for some disturbing concepts
Author's notes: A drabble I wrote as a challenge for the LJ community 'Akatsuki love'. Feedback is always appreciated...
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Naruto or any related products. All characters remain the intellectual property of Masashi Kishimoto. No income or revenue is generated from the publishing of this work.
"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I had set him free."
Michelangelo Buonarroti
Sasori is locked in an endless debate about art with Deidara. To this day, he does not see the connection between explosions and art. To quote Deidara, 'Art is something wonderful left long into the future…eternal beauty.' Explosions, according to Sasori's mind, are not everlasting art. Once they have banished to cold, dead cinders, they are gone. Not exactly everlasting.
On the other hand, his art will last for eternity. He makes beautiful things. They move, they kill, at his bidding. His bidding. They are emotionless, and they are perfect. They do not care about the blood, nor the fear, nor the people. Perhaps he would like to be like that. He's tried. He hates humans for their gushy emotions and hang-ups ohgodIcan'tkillhim or ohgodIloveyou, for it makes them weak. Death is all too easy to come by, and he hates so much that his skin crawls.
Inherently, despite appearances, Sasori is a nice boy. He likes to help people, and like a scorpion, his nature is rather non-confrontational. To most observers, he is a rather sadistic fellow with a penchant for collecting grisly trophies. He knows that this is not the case at all. Unlike Deidara, he does not take delight in the misfortune of others, and nor are they trophies. Although debatable, they are his interpretation of good-will towards society.
In Sunagakure, perfection is desired. This is possibly one of the lessons Sasori has brought with him from home. At the encouragement of his village, he is scornful of imperfection and failure. Kindness is not encouraged in Suna. The desert forgets, Sasori, but it doesn't forgive. Yet underneath, Sasori is kind, but with the two concepts intertwining, he forms a twisted ideology of his own.
He doesn't like emotion. It cripples one from being a weapon, from doing duty, from being a ninja. He knows that Deidara's emotional attachment to him will inevitably lead to his downfall. He wishes he could just rip out the human part of himself, and be more like a puppet.
He's already halfway there.
Sasori loves his parents and wants to keep them close. That's why he made them into puppets. He makes selected others into puppets, too. He hates to see them held back, so he helps them along the road to perfection. He sees how great they really can be. Call it a gesture of good-will.
But underneath the underneath, Sasori is a nice, helpful boy who loves his parents. Therefore, he makes them into art.
Forever.
End
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