He flinched and raised his finger when drops of blood fell from his thumb. Setting his carving knife down, he calmly searched for a bandage, isolating his thumb from his fingers so as not to expose it to any surface. The trickle of blood falling from his finger immediately stopped when he covered the cut with gauze and wrapping it in a band aid.
"Great," he sighed, glancing at the almost finished creation he started a few months back.
The long figure was missing some limbs, and he was excited to make some for a finish.
"All he needs are arms-"his conversation with himself was cut when the knock on the door reached his ear. Slightly turning his head, his partner entered. The kid rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, pouting at him,
"Hey danna, someone wants to see you"
"I'm busy"
"It's urgent" after a staring contest, he exhaled and walked out the door with his comrade.
Sasori of the Sand, once a simple villager in the Red Sand, left for the Akatsuki. Upon returning, the villagers had suspicion, which made sense, after all, he was an S-ranked criminal. They would turn their heads away from him when he walked by, others would stare, and if brave enough, glare at him. Of course, he had no intentions in killing anyone he didn't know, or didn't have a grudge against. He didn't care. The civilians didn't think so though. He found his way home again, and rebuilt the old place that used to be his shelter. He desired to live alone, yet he was always contacted by Deidara, or the other Akatsuki members.
"Sasori of the Red Sand?" he looked up at the man who towered him, his eyes calmly observing the confident face of the ninja in front of him.
"What is it?"
"A favour," he scoffed at the idea, and his friend behind him snickered.
"Why would he even do you guys a favour?" his eyes darted to the other ninjas behind the man, and raised his brow curiously. The man looked down at him and heaved a sigh.
"The Kazekage's son has been injured. He might die,"
"So?"
"We suspect that he had been injected with poison. Poison that came from your weapons"
"I haven't even fought anyone yet"
"Exactly. We have reason to believe it might be Orochimaru,"
"Orochimaru" he slowly turned his head to his partner who smiled slyly at him in return.
"Y'a know, danna, we might be able to find that idiot if we go to the kid,"
The sand was hot; he remembers the ticklish feeling of sand against feet when they found their way inside his shoes. They stopped at the tall building in front of them as Sasori pulled his cloak off. Pushing the door, they made their way to the 5th floor. He busted the door open, locking his eyes at the patient in front of him as he walked, Deidara close beside him. An elderly woman appeared from the side to give him a hug, her hands wrapping around his waist since she was just too short for him.
"It's been a while my dear grandson," he sucked his teeth, his eyes still at the patient. Then towards the young blonde girl sitting on a chair, her worried look somehow amused him. Her brother, he assumed, was standing with his arm snaked around her shoulders, his face stern, trying to be strong for his family.
"Who is this?" he turned to his grandmother, his head tilting to 'point' at the young teen on the bed.
"Kankuro, the 4th Kazekage's son, the 5th's brother," he nodded, and stared at the boy, his partner unwrapping the plastic around a lemon flavoured lollipop and began sucking it.
"Hey kid, come here," he called out to his comrade, who obediently walked over and observed Kankuro.
"Hey danna, check this out," Deidara pointed his finger towards Kankuro's bare neck, and visible bite marks were seen.
They looked at each other, each raised his brow.
"Orochimaru" Deidara snickered.
"That ol' bastard."