Lessons in Art

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Note: I am NOT the author of this story! Don't even get it into your head that I am. My friend Oro-sensei wrote this story for me as a gift. Once again she wrote this. If I ever claimed to have written this I would end up dead, or sued...don't know which is worse...enjoy my Sensei's awesomeness!!

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Lesson Number Two: Art is Eternal

Sasori waited until he heard the timid knock on his door to move.

"Sasori-sama?" Haru peeked into the semi-dark room.

"Here..."

She didn't notice, but chakra strings attached themselves to her arms, legs, and neck.

She paused in front of the puppet nin and bowed, "Gomen nasai, have I bathered you?"

His lips curved slightly, "No...not at all." Sasori flexed his fingers, drawing the strings taunt.

"N-nani?! I-I can't move!"

Haru tried to clenched her hand, but her body didn't even twitch.

The red head chuckled, standing slowly with hands slightly extended. "Come here, Haru-chan."

Her legs moved forward, despite the attempts she made to stop.

She came to a halt in front of him, face contorted in fear.

Sasori's smile broadened slightly as he walked around her.

"Such a pretty little doll..." He whispered as his fingers gently turned her face back and forth, "A little young, but you would make a wonderful puppet Haru-chan."

She stared up at him, "N-nani...?"

Sasori loosened the strings and brushed a piece of hair from her face, "Lesson number two little doll."

His fingers curled around her chin and tipped her head back a little, "Art is eternal."

Haru blinked, "E-eternal?"

"It's beauty never fades or blemished and it lasts forever."

He let her go and shrugged, "True art does, anyway."

Haru rubbed her face, "Y-your body..."

"?"

"It's made of clay, right? You're a...doll."

Sasori blinked, "That is correct, Haru-chan."

She blushed, "Did...did it hurt?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "I don't remember."

His head tilted to the right, "Time for you to go Haru-chan."

Haru turned but squeaked when he suddenly embraced her from behind, "So warm...be good, little doll."

He let her go and she ran from the room.

Sasori smiled.