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Summary:

I SUCK. I get my favourite shirt stuck on a needle in a cave, I get a V.I.P. seat in a huge fight, I get my butt saved by a younger girl, and an s-ranked missing nin wants to add me to his, 'Collection', AND I forgot to feed my cat!!! SasorixOC

Authors Notes:

Well, here's chapter twenty. Don't worry; I'm not going to make this chapter short. If you're worried about the story length, and you want it longer, then tell me. I plan to make the story twenty five chapters. Also, just so you know, my baby sister began to crawl when she was four months. I have no idea when they are supposed to be crawling, so don't kill me.

Please continue reading.

Chapter 20: Making of the Puppetress

It was completely immoral, and it was going to be a shit load of work, but Sasori somehow found himself wanting to do it. Sasori just sat there as the thought slowly grew. It expanded throughout his mind, screaming to be used. The idea spread, and Sasori found himself slowly wanting to do it more. Sasori narrowed his eyes and the ground, fiddling with his fingers. Should he? Should he go against his own word and do this? Why? As Sasori had an inner battle with himself, Yokomo just lie there. Had she not have been breathing, you would have thought she was dead.

Sasori didn't know what he should do. He was frustrated. Most of him wanted to kill her to get rid of the horrible feeling, and yet, although so little of him wanted it, a part of him wanted him to go out with this new plan.

It was horrible, really. Sasori was confused, although he would never show or act like it. He wasn't sure what he was doing, or how he should act. He wasn't sure if he should be cruel toward Yokomo, and he wasn't sure if he should turn her into a puppet, anymore.

He hated it.

He wanted the feeling to diminish as soon as possible, and to do that, he mused, he would have to. He would have to do it. At least, that was what he now convinced himself. Since he couldn't kill her even though he wanted to, he decided that this was the way to go. He was going to do it, and nothing was stopping him now.

Closing his eyes, he stood, opening them once more so that he could see as he slowly walked toward his desk. He sat down behind the desk, searching his drawers for a fresh sheet of paper. Once he found it, he looked for a ruler, a pencil, and an eraser. Once he found the needed supplies, he put them neatly on his desk, smoothing out the piece of paper. He picked up his pencil and began to sketch. Occasionally, he glanced up at Yokomo.

He began with the base of Yokomo, then erased some of the lines and began with the details. He catched Yokomo perfectly, not missing anything. Once he was done, he labeled the parts of Yokomo that he wanted to keep and the parts that he thought he should exchange with wooden parts. He put in traps and decided what weapons he would use, and wrote out the steps neatly at the side. Nothing could be heard but the soft scratching of Sasori's pencil against the paper. Yokomo lay there, unconscious, and you could still hear the faint cries of Deidara.

What was going on with Deidara, anyway?

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Deidara glared at the small form on his lap with utter loathing. He hated little kids – especially his bastard of a Danna's kid. Although he knew that Sasori no longer had the ability to reproduce anymore, Deidara could've sworn this was his kid! Deidara snarled, wishing that he could throw the little brat out the window. At first, it was simple. The first time he baby sat, the worst Rika did was pull his hair. It hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to what Rika did this time around.

Rika had broken his giant model of a dragon. It had taken him three years to make it perfect, and it was broken by a little devil of a child, Rika. How she had done it was unknown to him, but she did it anyway, so it was just as bad.

Then, Rika had managed to get a hold of a clay bird. Deidara had tried to detonate it, and make it seem like an accident, but the little brat threw it at his TV, causing Deidara to blow up the TV he had gone on life threatening missions for.

Then, Rika discovered crawling. Deidara nearly broke into tears, since she wasn't even four months and she knew how to ruin lives. Deidara couldn't choose between killing himself or the little brat. And so, Rika knew how to crawl, expanding her territory. Deidara had armed himself with clay birds in case of emergencies. Rika would crawl all over the floor, occasionally bumping a lamp or picking up one of Deidara's models and smashing it on the ground, giggling madly.

Deidara could only watch in horror.

He was doomed.

Deidara was forced to take care of the thing, since his Danna had threatened to kill him. Deidara had no idea how an asshole like Sasori managed to handle the little monster, and it only made him even more determined to survive through the horrible baby sitting thing…

…No matter how close he came to killing himself or the little brat.

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Sasori ignored Deidara's screams as he perfected his sketch. He was taking his time, since he wanted to convince himself that he was crazy, and that he was just loosing it today. But, for some odd reason, doing this seemed like the correct choice. Sasori decided to ignore the consequences… for now. He needed to get rid of this horrible feeling. Killing her didn't seem like the answer, but this seemed to be.

He knew that there was nothing stopping him, unless you counted the leader. But he said nothing against this. Sasori was going to take the chance. Sasori had no idea when he became like this. He couldn't remember the last time he's ever wanted to do something so bad; unless you count the time when he wanted to bring his parents back from the dead. But since then, he's never really wanted anything. Life became a pointless exercise-one that he didn't need to do. It was unnecessary to do this, but he was going to do it anyway. Why? Because of that horrid feeling that refused to go away and leave him for good. All because of that horrible feeling. But, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself, he knew that he wasn't doing this just to get rid of this feeling. He was doing it for Yokomo.

Why? Why was he doing this for an annoying, horrible, stupid, idiotic, weird, monster of a girl? Yokomo could hardly be considered a girl, actually. She was immature, into video games and collecting movies, not scared of him, and was just plain strange in any way possible. Yokomo was crazy! She was worse than Deidara! What was he thinking? Sasori was frustrated. He was completely confused, no matter how much he denied it. He was fucking confused as hell.

It was scary as fuck.

All his life, he had known everything. He was wise, over forty years old. He was an immortal puppet, he knew all of the most lethal weapons known and unknown to mankind. He was an s-ranked criminal missing nin in the Akatsuki. He was THE Akasuna no Sasori! But, when you didn't know something, it was going to get dangerous, no matter how strong you were, no matter how dangerous you are. If you didn't know something, you wouldn't be able to prepare for it and know what to do. Although it would be simple to just kill Yokomo and make her a puppet, it couldn't and wouldn't get rid of that stupid emotion. That annoying, sickening emotion that felt oddly familiar.

And so, Sasori has decided that to get rid of that feeling, he would do THIS. THIS had to get rid of that emotion. It had to work. Sasori saw no reason why it wouldn't. And so, Sasori decided to continue what he was doing. He would get rid of that horrid feeling, and he would continue being a sadistic asshole. Perfect.

Once the sketch was perfect, he stood from his chair. Taking one last glance at it, he folded it and put it in his cloak pocket. He flipped up his hood before walking around the desk toward Yokomo's sleeping form. For several seconds Sasori stared down at Yokomo, having an instant flashback on the words that she had said before losing consciousness.

'I love you.'

Sasori scowled before picking her up potato sack style. He scowled the whole way as he managed to somehow open his bedroom door, into the hallway, and make his way into the surgery room. That was where Kakuzu would implant hearts in his body and that was where Sasori made puppets. It would be too messy to turn people into puppets in his room, anyway. He walked silently down the hall, not even breathing. He didn't have to, anyway, since he wasn't even classified as 'alive' anymore. He was dead. He scowl deepened. Why did Yokomo love him?? He was dead, for crying out loud! He could not feel, no, that's what he told himself... but... no. He could not and would not love Yokomo back. It was so... not right. What screwed up Yokomo's head when she was younger?

Sasori finally made it to the door of the surgery room, where he would fulfill the deed. This was so wrong in so many ways, and yet, he was going to do it anyway because he was a selfish, sadistic asshole that only cared about himself and getting rid of the horrible feeling. He was doing this for himself and no one else, right? Although Sasori wanted SO BADLY to believe those words, he could not bring himself to because of stupid Yokomo.

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I narrowed my eyes at my hand of cards. Total crap! I hated my luck. Moyan's expression was unreadable. Moyan, no matter how kind and pure hearted she was, was damn good at these types of games. I glared at my cards, wishing that they'd magically change into aces. Damn it all! We both silently, slowly put our cards down, revealing what we had. I had junk and she had a royal flush!

Although I was utterly pissed, I didn't dare show how upset I was. I smiled through clenched teeth and pushed over the chips. No, not those plastic ones but actual potato chips. Moyan had said that this was my mind, and I could have whatever I wanted as long as I knew exactly what it looked like. Well, when I thought, 'chips' I thought of crunchy, delicious, mouthwatering potato chips that were crisp and delicious. And so, we ended up with a package of barbeque flavoured potato chips.

Well, not that THAT mattered. What mattered was the fact that I kept on loosing! Moyan looked at me, a bit sympathetic.

"Child, shall we stop playing? Why don't you regain consciousness?" she inquired. I looked up, still fuming.

"N-no! It's fine! I just really suck at… erm… luck games…" I trailed off. My luck was horrible, for those who didn't notice. I could never win based on luck. I have no idea what I did that was so bad, but my luck sucks ass. Really.

Moyan raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure? You are allowed to awaken at this point and escape. It's up to you."

I shook my head, "Sasori-scorpion may be a sadistic, asshole, bastard of a douche, but he'd NEVER kill me! He can't, I mean, if he were planning to kill me, wouldn't he have already killed me instead of knocking me out?"

Moyan nodded, "You are correct, but Sasori may still kill you. You have to… consider that possibility. Please, you should really regain consciousness and try to escape. We don't know what's going to happen."

I narrowed my eyes at the deck of cards, "N-no. Sasori won't kill me. I KNOW he won't! I mean, I just told the dude I loved him! He can't kill me! He's already spared me this long and"-

"Child, please consider your family, it isn't about you. Your mother, my mother's sister, is going to be mortified when she finds out that you're gone, same thing with your father. Rika can't live without you, since she needs a womanly"-

"Girly man! Deidara can"-

"You cannot depend on an s-ranked criminal when it comes to taking care of children. Yokomo, don't die like this. You can't die like I did. I will never be able to rest in peace knowing that I let another die the same way I did. The love of my life killed me!"

I looked up at Moyan who was looking at me straight in the eye. I shifted my eyes around, trying to avoid eye contact. What should I do, now? Sasori won't really kill me, will he? He said that he didn't hate me… he… he spared me! He's in the Akatsuki and he spared me! That means something, it has too! Moyan continued.

"Yokomo, please. Wake up." after saying so, she glanced to her right. A tunnel was there, with a light at the end. I gasped.

"Oh shit, I'm dead!!" I cursed. Moyan shook her head.

"No, you are not. Wake up. Walk over, into the tunnel." Moyan said. I cursed.

"SASORI will NOT kill me! He wouldn't! I can stay right here!" I insisted. Moyan shook her head once more.

"Child, you must." she insisted. I gasped as my surroundings, including my cousin, melted away.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" I shrieked, making a scene.

There were flashes of white…

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Meanwhile, Sasori was in the surgery room. He had laid Yokomo's limp form on the surgery table where he would do the deed. He was doing this for himself-no one else. Done. Once he was done, the feeling will finally leave and he would be free from all emotion once more. It was the perfect plan. And yet, he knew that he was, in some sort of way, doing this for the quirky girl before him. Sasori scrunched up his face, wishing that Yokomo wasn't so young. Although he still portrayed the looks of a handsome male in his teens, he was really over forty years old. Yokomo was still a kid, and it made him feel like a nasty pedophile.

Ugh.

But that was just the least of his worries. He needed to do this carefully. If he messed up, it was over. It he messed up, all of those days preparing Yokomo would have been a waste. Not to mention all that money that he spent on that stupid dress. Although he had talked Kakuzu into charging him a lower price (By getting rid of Hidan), it was still a LOT of money. AND that kimono was soaked with blood right now. Sasori scowled. What was he thinking having Kakuzu make his a dress? He could've just stolen one from a village! Trying to get over the irony, he reached for a vial that was on the counter next to him. He took a needle and filled it up with the purple substance before turning toward Yokomo once more, needle in hand.

Just as he was about to inject the poison, there was a shrill cry, "SASORI-NO-DANNA!!!!"

Sasori clenched his teeth as he whirled around to face his partner, who had run in with Rika in his arms. Sasori nearly smirked when he saw Deidara's appearance.

Deidara's hair was messy and down, sticking out in all angles. His visible eye was blood shot and his skin was scratched and red. His clothes were wrinkled and slightly ripped. He looked like a disaster. He looked like he had spent a month locked up in a room with killer cats. Rika, who was in his arms, had her large brown eyes open. She was giggling and reaching out as she saw Sasori. Sasori raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sasori asked tonelessly. Deidara huffed, walking over and shoving the giggling Rika into Sasori's arms, making Sasori put down the needle on the counter.

"YOUR DEVIL CHILD IS KILLING ME!!!" Deidara growled angrily, looking completely out of it, "Take it back! It's an omen!"

Sasori rolled his eyes and adjusted Rika in his arms, "Shut up, brat. You're being overly dramatic."

Deidara glared, "I hate you, you sadistic asshole!!"

He stomped out of the room, cursing. Sasori simply rolled his eyes and looked down at Rika. Rika looked up at him, reaching up and touching his face. Sasori twitched slightly. Rika looked like Yokomo. He glanced over at Yokomo's form, eyes softening slightly. He couldn't make Yokomo a puppet with Rika here. But, his so-called babysitter just quit, so he was screwed.

Suddenly, Rika reached out, almost causing Sasori to drop her. Sasori cursed, readjusting her in his arms. He glanced at the direction in which she was reaching out. His eyes softened.

Yokomo was stirring, mumbling. Suddenly, she flared her arms out, falling off the bed and on top of her arm.

"FUCK!" she cursed, causing Rika to squeal loudly. Sasori flinched as he watched Yokomo slowly get into a sitting position. She cradled her right arm gingerly, biting her lip in pain, "Ow… ow…"

"Yokomo." Sasori muttered. Rika reached out to Yokomo.

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I cursed as I held onto my arm. It's broken. Well, that sucks, now doesn't it? I glanced up at the small child that tried to reach out to me. Then, I narrowed my eyes.

"Sasshole." I growled.

Next Chapter: Deal

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Sasori decided to make a deal with me.

Horrible, I know. I'm terrible at keeping promises, but if you guys wanted me to update, it had to be this long. Sorry, really, to all of those who have lost hope in me.