A/N:
Heeeyyy! You can skip this chapter if you'd like, as it doesn't really get into the story.
This chapter kind of expands a bit on Sasori. Not a lot but enough to add to this thing.
I don't believe in God.
I never had a set of beliefs- aside from eternal beauty. It's a stupid idea to pray to a higher power. Watching shinobi on the battlefield, clasp their hands as they plead for mercy. Wasting time that could have been spent defending themselves. A life wasted as they accepted death.
Life after death however was a concept I could accept.
It was what I did, what I was.
Turning a dead human into a beautiful puppet. Into a piece of everlasting art. That is what life was. It is what life should be.
Many objected my ways. My Grandmother didn't like the idea of me taking a human life and transforming it into a puppet. But what did she know. She didn't care, turning a blind eye to what I was doing in favor of her country. That kid Deidara wasn't any better, but he was tolerable. Like me he had an eye for art. However he considered art to be "a blast". Something that wouldn't last for a long time. Its such a silly idea, for art to not be eternal. What was the point of art if you could observe and appreciate it in the long run. Even if he would be the main reason we argued, his little creations were useful to the Akatsuki.
Being apart of the Akatsuki had its perks. There were many people that needed to die which gave me a much wider selection of material to work with. There were missions, but not enough to distract from my work. Overall the Akatsuki felt like a breath of fresh air…
And then she came along and ruined everything.
It was suppose to be a simple battle. Kill the girl and my Grandmother. My life would've returned to normal if the girl hadn't been so keen on living. Of course I couldn't expect the battle to be easy. Dealing with two medical nins with my poison proofed to be so as I died.
A shame I could live any further.