GASP!!!! PEIN HAS A SON?! YAY! NOTE: The name of the boy is Gaelic; means "born of fire".
Okay, this is where I'm at a roadblock; I know completely where the story's gonna go, I just don't know what to write in between . I've been putting this off for at least a couple weeks on Quizilla, so I need to come up with something fast. ENJOY.

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A little boy, no older than three, stood in the doorway, rubbing a blue eye with his small fist. In his other fist he held his yellow blanket and favorite stuffed frog, Midori-chan.

His short spiky orange hair, resembling much like his father's, was matted down from extended contact with the pillow he had been previously resting his head against.

A single small black iron earring hung in his left ear. Pein had wasted no time in shooting the piercing gun into the lobe when his first and only son had entered the world after mere minutes.

"Mother, Father, what's going on?" the tiny boy asked his parents, yawning.

"Nothing. Just go back to bed, Son." Pein ordered softly. Sasori, who desperately wanted to find a way to escape the potential lecture Leader-sama still had in store for him, lifted the boy into his arms.

"I'll put Aidan back into bed." He offered.

Konan nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Sasori."

"Sasori-san," Aidan whispered in his puppet ear as he began his journey to the tot's room, "what was Mother holding?" Sasori rearranged the blanket draped over the boy before answering.

"I myself do not know what it truly is, but your father believes it to be a baby angel." Aidan's eyes grew big at the news, but quickly returned to their original sagginess.

"An angel? Like me?"

Sasori hesitated, unsure how to respond to his question.

"…Yes." Aidan smiled a tiny smile, and nuzzled the puppeteer's wooden neck.

"Does that mean I'm its big brother?" Sasori entered Aidan's room, not answering his question. His bed was low to the floor for easy access to the small boy, so he had to stoop down a little to lay him down.

Aidan smiled as his dreamy blue eyes drooped down to a full close the second his orange head hit the pillow once more. Sasori tucked Leader-sama's precious son, slipping the youth's stuffed toy in between the crook of his small arms.

"Sleep well, Aidan." The Akatsuki member muttered before silently walking out of his room and quietly closing the door.

Sasori closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his wooden body against the door slightly. Being a babysitter for that kid was one of the hardest things he had ever done. He did not like children at all, and having to deal with a kid nearly every single day while in this organization was just crazy!

Granted, Aidan was not a real pain in the ass, being the spawn of a 'god' and an 'angel'. Sasori just hadn't known himself to be very patient with people younger than him. Aidan was three and he was twenty. Seventeen age difference there, and his experiences and views of life were a hundred percent different than the younger boy's. Sasori couldn't recall happy memories from his childhood, so there was basically zero things to relate to with Aidan.

But he was a member of this organization, and this organization, Akatsuki, had a Leader who had a son awhile back, so he'd just have to deal with it all. Maybe he could learn some patience from socializing with the small youth…

Nah.

"What's the matter, Sasori-san," a silky voice muttered next to him, "was Aidan giving you a hard time?"

Sasori opened his eyes to find Orochimaru, his partner in the Akatsuki, leaning against the wall next to him in a similar fashion as he was. His black cloak made his pale white skin stand out, as it did with everything he wore.

His long smooth black hair traipsed past his shoulders evenly, barely managing to reveal his dangling earrings. The man was about a head and a half taller than the puppeteer, but height didn't matter when it came to their powers.

"No no, just thinking."

"About what?"

"The boy." Orochimaru's large snake-like eyes closed themselves as he smiled one of his amused smiles, leaning farther back against the wall.

"You still hate children, Sasori-san? Even after you've gladly volunteered to babysit Aidan all those times."

"I don't hate children," the redhead muttered, "I just don't like people who younger than me. Kids don't know anything, and they're so difficult to deal with. I'm still in wonder how parents even have the time to raise kids."

"It's called 'patience'."

"Yeah, something I don't have." Orochimaru pushed away from the wall, holding himself up to his full height.

"Well you better get some, Sasori-san, what with that other baby---"

"How do you know that there's a baby in the Akatsuki?" Sasori squinted his eyes at the sight of his secretive partner laughing at him.

"I have my ways."

"Those dumb snakes of yours slithering around everywhere told you, am I right?" The redhead made an annoyed sound as he watched a small green snake head poke out of the wide collar of Orochimaru's cloak.

It circled around his pale neck, creating the illusion that he was wearing a scaly necklace.

The snake master rubbed its triangular head fondly with a long pale finger.

"You know I don't like being out of the loop."

"Yes, but I'm sure Leader-sama would've told you and the others later. Who's the one with no patience now?"

"Still, I don't like to wait for old news." Sasori turned his back to his partner, completely annoyed by Orochimaru's spying habits. Did he have his little spies all over this organization? Did he plant some in his room?

"No, I don't plant snakes in members' rooms," the snake master spoke up from behind, "I respect people's privacy, no matter how dull or entertaining it may be."

"Tch." Sasori walked down a few doors to his room, having his fill of annoyance from this organization's house of nitwits.

Orochimaru waited for his impatient partner's door to slam shut with its regular moodiness before carrying on to his original target:

The baby angel.