Yami no Matsuei
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Request from; Nusaka
Genre; Horror/ Twisted Romance
Coupling(s); Sasori x Hinata x Gaara
Disclaimer: I don't own, I don't own… Why?!
Comparison
'They call me insane, Stitches…'
"So back to that one again, huh? The accomplice of a homicidal maniac, practically just as twisted as her 'kidnapper' and refuses to talk to any of us. Why do we even try?"
'I wish Sasori-sama was here, Stitches… He has always been so kind to us, hasn't he? He even gave me you.'
"And why the hell does she carries that fucking ragged doll with her everywhere? Truly, that girl is a lost case, Gaara-san."
'Gaa-kun is nice to us too, isn't he, Stitches? He'll be coming soon… I don't like to be locked away in this little cell. I hope he doesn't bring Sasu-kun with him though.'
The big door of the padded cell creaked open, footsteps pounding in the girl's ears, without looking up, she huddled more towards the corner, a small puppet clutched to her chest. The white walls were drenched in the artificial light of a light bulb, the two males entered the tiny prison with solemn looks on their faces. One had raven black spiked hair, a scowl present on his features, his onyx eyes grimly stared at the bundle of white and dark blue into the corner, a clipboard securely held in his right hand. The other one had wine-red hair, sea-green eyes with extremely small pupils and he was wearing, just like the other doctor, a long white coat.
"Konnichi wa, Hinata-san. Ready to talk about your experiences?" The one with the black hair, Sasuke, said with a monotone, no intension to sound friendly whatsoever, voice.
'Go away!' She thought afraid, the creamy ragged doll pressed against her bosom, the beady black eyes hurting her through the thin fabric of her uniform.
Sighing he handed the red-haired one, Gaara, the clipboard and ran a hand through his silky locks. "You'll have to talk one day, Hinata. I suggest you start now, before the government's patience runs to an end."
Doe-like pearly eyes looked up, meeting their piercing gazes, before she whimpered silently and allowed long strands of midnight blue hair fall in front of her milky orbs. Gaara stepped closer to the fragile maiden, but halted when he saw the questioning stare of his colleague. Sasuke held out his right hand, waiting for the redhead to give him the clipboard with his personal scribbling and comments back. Nodding slowly, signaling towards the other male that it was okay to ask his routine questions again, his sea-green eyes concentrated back onto the petite in white-clad being, huddled together like a frightened child.
"Let's start, okay?" Getting no verbal nor nonverbal response, the onyx-eyed man commenced with his usual investigation, being regarded by the silent Gaara.
"How are you feeling, Hinata-san? Are you angry? Sad, perhaps? Or a bit glad, maybe?" Hinata turned Stitches around, making them both see the doll's beady black eyes and the strangely shaped ww-smile on the doll's face.
'I'd be better if you left me alone with Gaa-kun! Leave me alone! Sasori-sama was right! You're nothing but a useless puppet! Controlled by your rules and society!'
Rolling with his black stones, the doctor began again with the questions, but they sounded more as demands to the blue-headed girl's ears. Her slender arms wrapped themselves around the creamy-colored all stitched up doll, the toy smiling veraciously at the two men. Gaara secretly noted this behavior, perhaps Sasori left this girl with more scars then he could ever expect. He regained his concentration and prepared himself mentally for the more harder questions.
"Did you aid Sasori in the murder of Sakura Haruno? Tell me, did you or did you not cut that defenseless girl's body open and remove all her internal organs? Did he force you? Or did you do this horrible action voluntarily?"
Gaara faintly noted the bitterness in his colleague's voice, but his stoic expression remained as the rage in those dull black orbs started to blaze, the target the defenseless and frightened girl in the padded corner, leaning with the back of her head against the pillows of the white wall. The stitched doll seemed to mock them as he was positioned on Hinata's lap, her legs underneath her well-endowed torso. He wasn't aware of the quickened pulse nor the sweet memories that filled her mind with a terrible missing.
'How can I forget Sakura Haruno, Sasu-kun? She would be Sasori-sama's masterpiece! Of course he should've known, and I personally believe he knew, that the police would track him down, but I wouldn't forsake him. I couldn't… I wasn't as beautiful as Sakura, but I was more lethal and more useful to him. Isn't that right, Stitches? You heard him, didn't you?'
"Speak to me, Hinata! Or do you want the same faith as your kidnapper? I know you're suffering from a severe cause of Stockholm syndrome, but for fuck's sake, you were a tool to a fucking homicidal maniac!" The harsh words stabbed her deeply, but she furiously shook her head, the bundle of creamy rags with the malevolent beady eyes once again halve disappeared into her bosom.
'Liar! Liar! Liar! You didn't know Sasori-sama! You have no right to judge him!' Hinata cocked her head to the right, strands of indigo blue falling aside from her cheeks, her enormous white eyes looked straight into Gaara's and to be quite honest, he was a bit taken aback by this bold action. Was she asking him to stop the Uchiha?
'You useless puppet! I hate you, Sasu-kun! How dare you, of all people, insult Sasori-sama?! Did you even know what he would've been able to teach you! What he could've accomplished?! What WE could've accomplished?!' Her mental tirade continued, while the silent tears poured over her reddened cheeks, unable to witness this sight anymore, the redhead placed a hand on his colleague's arm.
"That's enough, Sasuke-san. Hinata isn't going to talk. Maybe we should leave her alone." His lifeless voice brought a pleasant chill down her spine, a small, almost unnoticeable, smile curled upon her lips, as the doll's head turned and the crooked smirk angered Sasuke.
"Fine, we'll leave her alone, all to her little self! But without that stupid doll of hers!" He spat at the green-eyed psychiatrist with fury, the girl's white eyes widened to no extent as he stomped closer to her and pulled the ragged doll out of her grasp.
'Stitches! Give Stitches back! Sasori-sama GAVE him to me! TO ME! You keep your dirty marionette-stringed arms off of my doll!' Sobbing loudly, Hinata almost jolted up to grab the doll back. Her long silky hair waved with every move she made to complete her goal, she would get the ragged puppet back. Sasuke smirked whenever the ticked off girl would get close enough, before quickly keeping it higher, laughing with her small size. The raven-headed male turned around ready to walk out of the padded cell, when the enraged girl jumped onto his back.
Gaara watched the scene with minor interest, but when Hinata was attacking the Uchiha's back with her pounding little fists, the redhead hurried to the black-haired man's aid, trying to pull the murderer's accomplice of the doctor's back, his arms around her tiny waist. Hot tears slid down her reddened cheeks when Gaara dragged her back to the corner, her nails digging into his white coat, seeking comfort into his chest.
"Give her doll back, Sasuke." The colleague huffed and slumped with his shoulders, his ebony orbs fixated upon the sniffling creature. Tearing one of Stitches' arms off, he sneered at Hinata with a menacing look.
"You're nothing but an ordinary fucked up murderer, Hinata Hyuuga." With those last words the male left the padded cell.
Her tear-filled eyes stared sorrowfully at the stitched up doll, the torn off arm a few inches apart from Stitches, her hiccups ceased, but the tears remained. Gaara slowly stood up, letting the girl be in her misery, his sea-green eyes, expressionless and dull, staring at the small cloths of wool, belonging to the torn of limb. With his right hand, he picked the ragged doll up and looked back at the shivering bundle in the corner, the redhead supposed he could ask his sister to repair the toy.
"I apologize for my colleague's behavior." He said solemnly, before also leaving the padded cell, closing the big door behind him.
'My dear Stitches, my beloved Stitches. I have failed you, Sasori-sama. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai…' With those words in mind, Hinata drifted off to a place filled with pleasant memories and dream.
There was a stench of morphine in the air…
"Hand me the scalpel, third from the right." Slender fingers roamed over the sharp objects in the little white plastic box, before hovering just a few inches above a shiny new one, clearly unused, unlike the other ones.
Giving the male with the cupper-red hair the medical tool, Hinata observed as the sharp edge dug into the gentle and soft flesh of the girl on the operation-table. Blood slowly oozed out, dripping over the sides of the girl, fluxing onto the table. Her white eyes widened slightly when Sasori-sama ordered her to get a paper towel and clean the red liquid up with the said object. Trembling towards the immense mahogany cupboard, the blue-headed girl opened the top drawer and grabbed one of the paper towels, glancing back at the male with the malicious scalpel, blood clinging to the edge.
She was pretty, the girl on the table, with her shoulder-length pink hair and her oval-shaped emerald orbs, modest curves and always a small smile present on her lips. The smile disappeared however, Hinata noticed sadly, she liked the girl's smile, why wouldn't she smile for her? Sasori-sama said that she shouldn't be so fixated about such an irrelevant human feature and concentrate back on creating perfection. Dead perfection.
"Hurry up, you know how I hate to wait, Hinata." Nodding when the white-eyed girl heard her master's words, she immediately trotted towards the operation-table and handed the honey-eyed male the paper towel with both of her hands.
"When will she be finished, Sasori-sama?" Her soft voice barely raised higher then the sound of another cut into the drugged body.
"Soon, very soon." More words were not needed, he motioned towards another plastic plate, indicating that he had removed something from her insides.
Scurrying towards the white plastic boxes, Hinata picked one big enough to contain a grown up's liver and walked back, the box held out for whatever purpose it was needed for. A blood-smudged hand plopped a human kidney into the plate, before digging back into the open body. She stared at the organ with horrid fascination, she envied the girl now more then ever, Sasori-sama was going to perfect her, make her more beautiful than she ever could be. Small blotches of blood had splattered onto her face when the kidney was ungracefully dropped into the box, the young female made no motion to wipe them away.
"Hinata, place the kidney into the refrigerator, we'll halt the operation for now." Her questioning pearly stones stared right into the emotionless honey-colored orbs of the murderer.
"I want you to have something." Sasori placed the bloodied scalpel back into the plastic plate next to the operation-table. He then walked towards the open door in the corner, trailing behind him, Hinata wondered silently what he wanted to gift her.
Their living room wasn't dirty, she made sure that it was kept spotless, but it just shone of low class and filth. The blue-headed maiden sat down on the old brown sofa and awaited Sasori's next move with one leg crossed over the other, her dress slowly creeping up her smooth skin. He had his back towards Hinata, rummaging in an antique closet, the wooden polish already tearing down, making the cherry wood seem dull and lifeless. Finally finding what he was looking for, the reddish brunette turned around with a ragged doll in his bloody hands, the creamy fabric of the doll was already colored gray, the beady black eyes were still shining radiantly. The doll was stitched up around the stomach and around the head, a weird smile graced his features.
"Hinata, this is the first doll I have ever created. I was unable to find a name for him, but I do not have one single doubt that you can find him a perfectly suited name." Sasori came closer to her and handed her the ragged doll, wiping a few strands of her hair away, before he kissed her forehead.
"I promise I'll take good care of him, Sasori-sama." Hinata immediately embraced the doll with both of her arms, treasuring the small token of Sasori's appreciation for her.
"Just like you promised me to preach my teachings? The art of eternity?" He questioned her further, his arms on both of her sides, the bloodstained skin brushing against the soft flesh of her legs.
The white-eyed girl nodded vigorously, "Of course Sasori-sama… Aishiteru, Sasori-sama."
Patting her head, his fingers raking through her silky tresses, Sasori allowed a tiny smirk to crawl upon his features. The thumb of his right hand caressed her cheek, smudging one of the bloodstains all over her face, making a tin line, resembling a cut. He continued doing this with other drops, until he made a zigzag pattern, as if her cheek was stitched up with blood. Hinata giggled with every soft touch and pressed the doll against her chest.
"Stitches…" Sasori breathed out, before moving further away from her and turning around again, looking out of the window with his lifeless honey brown eyes.
"I don't have to choose the name anymore, you just did, Sasori-sama." He crossed his arms on his back and kept looking at the polluted city of Kyoto.
"So many puppets…" The redhead remarked, his head slightly tilted to the right, her white eyes just regarded him, the ragged doll sitting on her lap.
There was a stench of blood in the air…
The door of the dark padded cell creaked open, her pearly orbs observing the doctor entering the room with caution. Those sea-green eyes piercing right into hers and she made no movement to break eye contact with him. Hinata drew her knees closer and placed her arms upon them, her hair falling just aside from her eyes. Gaara was carrying something, she noted warily. He switched the lights on, catching her off guard and blinding her a little bit, she raised one of her hands to protect her from the artificial source of light.
"My sister doesn't know a lot about sewing, but I suppose that this will do." He said while placing Stitches onto the ground, all his limbs intact and clinging to his body.
Smiling widely, Hinata glanced up towards Gaara, her eyesight adjusting quickly to the harsh light.
"A-Arigatou, G-Gaa-kun." The girl brought out, while crawling towards the doll on her hands and knees, looking up to him while doing so.
The redhead carefully bended a bit and petted the top of her head, before turning around and walking again towards the door, his coat billowing behind his every movement. He turned around once again to glance at the girl, now embracing the puppet tenderly, her white eyes lighting up with happiness. After a few seconds the door closed and Hinata was alone with her beloved doll again.
'Sasori-sama was right. So many puppets, but so little time… Gaa-kun is nice to us, isn't he, Stitches? Unfortunately he still pales in comparison.'
TSOH: Done.
Sasori: -Insert very evil laugh-
Gaara: Why didn't I get to kiss her?!
TSOH: How the hell did you get into the Akatsuki's secret lair?
Gaara: I followed the arrows…
TSOH: Arrows?! To a top secret evil organization?!
Tobi: Tobi tends to lose the way sometimes…
Itachi: We had to install them.
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