Ten Years Later
After years of making masterpieces out of other people he wondered if he, the best puppeteer in all of the sand village, could be his own greatest creation. Of course, even with the mirror's help it would take a long time and alot of effort.
He was broken out of his thought by a yell, "Sasori, you're under arrest for crimes against the village!"
Sasori hastily grabbed his papers and sent out two of his oldest puppets. He would have to leave them behind but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. As he ran out he grabbed one of his scrolls containing some human puppets. The last thought he had was of the mirror. For the first time in his life he felt unsure of his abilities.
"No, I was good enough before, I'll be good enough now," he convinced himself.
When Sasori opened his eyes for the first time as his art he felt no sence of happiness but only a sence of accomplishment. His world was seen through lifeless eyes now but he wouldn't have it any other way.
As the days passed Sasori's collection grew. Every ninja foolish enough to attack him and every ninja that he deemed suitable for a puppet was killed and made into his art. When he thought back he remembered that before he too became art he had made sure that his future masterpieces had not had any close family. Now he couldn't remember why he had ever had such a habbit.
After almost seventy years Sasori joined a new orginization, Akatsuki. First he had paired with a snake ninja and that hadn't worked out too well. After his first partner, Orochimaru, had left the orginization Sasori was paired with another artist. Although his second partner was much more likable he was also extremely annoying at the same time.
The younger artist, Deidara, was dead-set that art should be fleeting.
"What good is anything that doesn't last?" he wondered to himself.
"Katsu!" Deidara yelled as he detonated one of his clay bird bombs.
"Must you do that right now?" Sasori asked his partner.
Deidara smirked obnoxiously and set off another.
In truth the pointless argueing was becoming rutine. A rutine which Sasori didn't mind.
