Sasori trifled with the small glass ampoule in his hand, memorizing it by faint touch, thinking. Thinking. His desk was smaller than it ever seemed, the wooden chair he sat in acting as a prison of sorts.
He could hear the girl behind him from his partners bed, the soft scraping of nails versus wood as she carved something into the post. The heart container within his wooden chest clenched, startling him. He had the sudden urge to look at the girl, to say her name. He did, as his instincts were not usually wrong, and he trusted them.
"Matsu," Her name, meaning summer, brought her golden eyes up to watch him. He could feel them on his neck, and if he were human, he would have shivered. It was an odd feeling.
Sasori turned to meet her eyes, speaking, "Would you like a drink?" Startled, by both his sudden question and change of mood, the brunette simply nodded.
"Tea, please, senpai. Thank you." Her politeness was vivid, as usual, and he nodded, leaving the room and twirling the glass vile in his hand.
Within this glass container was a pale blue-grey liquid, thick like molasses but easily concealed in any variety of colored and flavored drinks. A paralytic poison. This particular type was one of his favourites, a very strong concoction, and one which simply bought him time, something he desperately needed. The poison left a victim's way of death up to Sasori, as it was not fatal, but there was one downside:
The victim still was held responsible for vocal chords, lips, and tongue. In other words, they could still talk.
Stirring his concoction of sweet tea and potential drug, Sasori walked slowly, planing. This was a simple experiment, he told himself, though his chest fluttered at the thought of having Mastu helpless and alone with him. He did not pester himself over it though.
Dropping the small coffee stir into the wastebasket outside of his door, Sasori stepped into his room. He was met by the sight of a certain brunette girl observing his notes, calculations, and sketches curiously. She looked up at the sound of the door.
"These are wonderful," she said, absently taking the cup from Sasori's hands. Before taking a sip, she added nervously, "They kind of make me feel stupid." Finally, she swallowed a small amount of tea, setting the cup on the night stand next to the bed.
Immediately, Matsu felt a slight tingling in her finger tips and toes. Sasori watched her, satisfied at the typical reaction of Matsu flexing her fingers. The feeling began to spread inward, and suddenly Matsu collapsed on the ground, struggling to comprehend what exactly was happening.
"S-Sasori!" She alerted him, watching as he took his precious time, smirking. He walked barely three steps to her, standing over her with a prideful and mischievous smirk at his success. He had never before seen Matsu like this, helpless, but was enjoying the experience and thought that he controlled her now.
With a squeal of protest from Matsu, Sasori hefted her easily onto the bed, his smirk fading when he realized that he didn't know what to do now. Searching through years of past situations and confrontations, he finally decided what he would do. Sasori on the bed next to Matsu, and arranged himself so that he straddled her.
"What are you doing, Sasori?" The golden eyed girl asked, panicking slightly as he placed his hands on her limp ones, moving them up next to her head. He leaned down near her lips whispering something that made Matsu flush.
"Don't worry. You'll enjoy it."
Despite that Sasori was a puppet, his skin was smooth and his lips and tongue followed closely in the mold of real ones, seeing as Sasori had used specially tempered products for the creation of his new self. Sasori was as human-like as possible.
He gently pressed his lips to Matsu's, surprised as she responded. His heart container shivered a fluttery beat. No, not his heart container.
Sasori's heart fluttered.