I walked down to the battle site where Sasori fought. In front of me, where a cave once stood, was nothing more than piles of rubble. I walked further on. At my feet laid Sasori and two puppets. He was dead. So much for being immortal.
"Heh, eternal beauty?" I scoffed. "I wouldn't exactly call it that."
I nudged his body with my foot. The two puppets on each side of him was in a very odd position. One was female, the other one was male. The puppets looked like they were embracing him, except for the fact that they are holding swords that pierced his heart. The puppets looked strangely similar to him. Or possibly related to him.
I looked down at Sasori. He stared endlessly at the sky. Blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. By the looks of it, he could have easily dodged that attack. But why didn't he?
Even thought are art believes are very different, I respected him. Maybe even thought of him as a friend. Maybe.
I'll probably miss our constant debate about art. I found it kinda amusing. And I think I finally found out why he doesn't like to wait. He was waiting for his parents, wasn't he? The thought made me feel a bit of sympathy for him. Perhaps I will miss him a bit.
"Well," I stated. "I guess this is good-bye, Sasori no Danna. Looks like you got your wish. You are now art. You are now art that will be left long in the future. Someday, I will become art like you. But in my own way."
I walked away, catching up with Zetsu and my new partner, Tobi, who were waiting for me at the entrance. I felt something hot and wet come out from the corner of my eye. It rolled down my cheek. I wiped it of with my hand and looked at it.
A tear? It can't be a tear. I felt more coming down.
Damn you Sasori. I thought. A ninja doesn't cry. A ninja must never show his tears.
I let them fall.
