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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:

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Chapter 21: Deal

Sasori and I just continued to glare at each other, neither of us flinching. Although my eyes were begging to be shut, I continued glaring, trying to win the little contest that I knew I could not. I tried to be strong; I tried not to show my fear. And so, I did not. And so, the glaring contest continued, neither parties winning.

Although I had to admit I was quite scared, at the same time, I wasn't. I knew that Sasori would not kill me, although he had hurt me many times in many different forms. Emotionally, physically, and indirectly. In my dreams, in my mind, and right now, in reality. Which Sasori is real? Are they all real? I'm pissed, really, since I have no idea who this person in front of me really is.

While all this was soaring through my mind, I was also thinking of something else. That something else was the little baby that was in Sasori's arms, staring at me with large brown orbs. My illegally adopted child Rika. Although she was not even a year old, she had done a lot for me. I'm glad that I adopted Rika, and I'm glad that Sasori likes her as well. And, she's probably the reason I can't afford to die.

Suddenly deciding that the staring contest was going nowhere, I looked down at my right arm. It was broken, bruised, and bleeding. Mumbling curses inaudibly, I cradled it toward me. With my left hand, I ripped some of my right sleeve off, using it as a bandage and sling. Sasori glared at me the whole time, although I ignored him. Right now, I had an arm to worry about. He was the least of my worries.

After doing my best in trying to bandage my right arm with my left hand, I looked up at Sasori from my spot on the tiled floor with a glare. I repeated what I had said earlier, "Sasshole…"

The nickname was enough to make Sasori scowl at me, his eyes narrowing dangerously. I don't know why I'm so scared, since I've seen that look many times since I first met Sasori. Is it because I know that he may kill me if he truly wanted to? No, he won't kill me… would he?

Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I held my glare. I wouldn't dare show how frightened I was to this prick.

After a few more minutes of glaring, Sasori spoke, "I see that you're awake."

I narrowed my eyes further, trying not to turn red with both fear and embarrassment, "Well, no shit."

Sasori took a step back, adjusting the small child in his arms. Why is Rika here, anyway? I thought that maybe girly man would take care of her like last time. Pushing the thought away, I spoke again; "Sasori, what are you planning to do with that needle over there?"

I pointed to a sharp needle on top of the clean white counter behind Sasori. It was filled with a wicked looking purple, and the tip dripped of the menacing substance. I looked over to the needle, narrowing my eyes at the inanimate object. I thought that Sasori bashed his poison on the wall in the cell! I was about to ask that very question, but Sasori was faster.

"It's poison." he said matter-of-factly.

I narrowed my eyes, unimpressed. How lame was he going to get?

"How? Didn't you smash the poison you were going to use to kill me against the cell wall?" I demanded. I waited for his answer.

"Yes, but this one's different."

I scoffed, not buying it. What was wrong with him? What is he planning? Was he going to make me a puppet? Was he going to kill me? Was he? I no longer knew, since my mind was fucked up with past images and dreams. I couldn't think straight at the moment, and I could not come up with a reply. All I did was sit there, glaring.

Why do I love this man whom confuses me like this? This is shit that you see on Young and the Restless or something like that. This stuff should not be happening to me, and I don't want to believe it is. This is something that I'd laugh at, a channel that I'd change. And here I am, in that exact situation. My palms are clammy, and my mind is filled with thoughts that I thought I'd never have to worry about thinking. The possibilities of death were high for me at the moment, and I wasn't taking it seriously enough. What in the world makes me so sure that he's going to spare me when, at the same time, I know that he might decide not to?

"You are pathetic, like any other female." spoke Sasori, "Useless and weak."

I looked up, a snarl erupting in my throat. I shot from the ground, my left hand clenched tightly. I glared at Sasori angrily, "What the hell, you ass?! What makes you so sure that women are weak?!"

Sasori chucked, "Right now you are scared. Don't deny it."

I blanched, "WHY would I be scared of a bastard like you?!"

Sasori narrowed his eyes, "I know you're scared, Yokomo. You are denying it, and that's why you are pathetic."

I looked down, snarling. Screw him. He pisses me off so bad, "I hate you."

"That's not what you said before you passed out."

I looked up at him again, my face burning, "…"

I was confusing myself, now. Do I love Sasori as much as I thought I did? Here I am, frozen and blushing as all the memories flood back, images flashing into my mind. What is wrong with me? Yes, I had said that I loved him, but do I really? Was I lying to myself when I said that I loved this man? But, if not love, what is it? Is there an emotion other than love that makes you feel like I do? I highly doubt it.

Although I was not sure what to think of Sasori anymore, I knew that I couldn't sit there and blush all day. I needed to get down to the point; my survival. My cousin is freaking out about it, Rika needs a 'womanly' figure to guide her, and I'm way too young to die. So, that means that I must somehow use my methods of persuasion to get myself out of this big, ugly… pickle. Wait… my first weird dream was about giant, ugly… pickles…

All of a sudden shaking my head, I looked up at Sasori with a no-nonsense look. I narrowed my eyes dangerously, "Well, I did say that, but how did you know I wasn't lying??"

Of course, he had to notice my puce face, "Well, how come your face is so red?"

I huffed, annoyed. Just before I passed out, he was all emotional and pissed off and shit. He was fucking loco! And NOW he's toying with me. This guy has a lot of mood swings for a puppet.

Holy cow, I'M going to be the puppet if I don't get myself out of this shit hole!

Quickly pulling my thoughts together, I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I didn't look at Rika; since I was afraid she would make me all soft. The last thing I need is to be soft in front of this asshole here. In other words, Sasori. I have to get out of this mess, and to do that, I'm going to be straight up serious and tough. My little crush on Sasori can burn in the fiery depths of hell for all I care!

"Okay, Sasori, seriously, can you just LET ME OUT of here??" I demanded. Sasori narrowed his eyes. I tried my best not to glance at Rika as he replied, cold and icy as ever.

"I've given you that option and you came back." his reply came. It was cold, awful, really. I could tell that I was about to drive into fuck ville soon. I was too young to die! I needed something… and excuse to stay… a wonderful comeback that deserves to be the king of comebacks! As I searched my brain for something intelligent to say, Sasori stood there impassively, watching my every move like a hawk. It's not like I'm planning an escape plan!

"Well, maybe because I left my clothes here! I went to… your room to get it and then that… plant came and brought me… to that cell!"

My response was no more than smashed up shit that you find at the bottom of your closet. I knew it, too. But what else could I have said? Hell, there are many things that I could have said to Sasori at that moment, but I decided to say that. I really am stupid. I do admit that Sasori was most likely right about me, but I still need to live! It's scary, really, knowing that your life is on the line! What I say affects everything, so I decided to just play coy and go with the flow. Maybe I can stall him for a while, and then, when he has to do something, I'll smash that needle!

Suppressing a triumphant grin, I looked up at my so-called crush, waiting for his response. Finally, decided to whisper, "That's the stupidest excuse I've heard since I turned into a puppet."

I smiled like an idiot. Play dumb, Yokomo, play DUMB, "Thank you!"

Sasori scowled, "You are an idiot."

I smiled through clenched teeth, "I know you are, but what am I?"

"An idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot." I wondered how long it was going to take for him to crack. I twitched slightly, trying to get a hold of myself.

"I know you are but what am I?"

"An idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?" How much longer am I going to be able to hold on??

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?" I'm really going to loose it very soon. I don't know HOW he can handle it, but he's pro! I could never survive that long. Well, it isn't exacly easy from my point of view, either.

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

"I know you are but what am I?"

"A worthless idiot."

Sweet mercy, make it stop! I can't even handle this. I decided to clamp my trap shut. I am not exactly the most patient person in the world, either. I was actually boiling by now. Sasori, on the other hand, was perfectly calm. His facial expression hadn't changed the slightest bit. He looked as though he'd been doing this for years!

Although I was put to shame by Sasori's patience, I didn't dare show it. I decided to continue playing dumb. It sounded like a good idea to me. I narrowed my eyes at Sasori. Sasori raised his eyebrows, somewhat amused by my game change. Screw playing stupid.

"Well… FINE. I'm a worthless idiot. I am, aren't I? I'm sure stupid, aren't I? You're always right, right? You always just LOVE to make me feel insignificant, don't you? You tell me, 'cause maybe I'm not right about this, either! You tell me."

Sasori narrowed his eyes, shifting his position slightly. Wonderful, I pissed him off. Although I must admit that I'm terrified and that I'm trying to stay out of trouble, I can't help but be myself. I decided that I'd just be myself through the whole situation. This shall be plan B since plan A was act stupid. And plan C will be 'screw is all and beg for mercy'. It's perfect. If I can pull of plan B, though, I'll just have to smash that vile, just like originally planned! It's perfect.

A grin stretched across my face as Sasori glared a whole through me. His eyes were like twin lasers, burning through me. A shiver rolled down my spine and I could've sworn I heard Rika whine. Really, I need to get the HELL out of here.

Deciding to take it further with plan B, I went on, "Maybe you can tell me what you're going to do to me, you know? It'd be nice of you."

For the next couple of minutes, it was dead silence in between Sasori and I. We both just stared at each other, well, Sasori GLARED, but I stared. This continued for a while, during that entire time, Rika stared at me, as if I were insane. She looked at me like, 'Wow, you are really stupid, mom! I'm so un-proud of you right now!'

Sasori suddenly raised an eyebrow, "You are idiotic, Yokomo."

I narrowed my eyes, "I think that being idiotic is better than being a sadistic asshole."

Sasori's eyebrow twitched, and he, once again, glared, "You are in no position to insult me, Yokomo."

I stuck my tongue out, "Well since I'm so stupid, I'm going to do it anyway!"

Sasori suddenly looked over to my arm. I could tell that he was examining it, and I could ALSO tell that he was about to drop the entire conversation just to chat about my arm.

"Your arm's broken"

Oh, so predictable! I almost grinned, but stopped myself before I could do something that stupid. Instead, I slowly nodded, "Err, yeah. It's also bleeding."

Just to prove it to him, I used my left hand and took some blood from my right arm, which was completely ruined, by the way. I held out my bloodied left hand toward Sasori. He simply glanced at the crimson hand as if it were something that's completely normal to see and nodded.

Well, actually, considering Sasori's personality, bloodied hands are probably what he saw TWICE a day.

Sasori suddenly turned, adjusting Rika in his arms. He walked toward the stone door, and it slowly slid up, allowing me to see the dark cave that the Akatsuki referred to as the hallway. But, before he left, he said, "Don't do anything that you'll regret, brat."

As he was about to leave, I called, "Whatever, geezer!"

I could've sworn I heard Sasori chuckle, but I never found out if he did, since after I said what I said, he was out sooner than you can say, 'SASSHOOOLE!'

Although I was disappointed that I couldn't find out if he laughed or not, this was the opportunity I've been waiting for. This was what I've been stalling for! Now, where was that vial…?

I quickly glanced around the white room, checking all of the counters until I saw that shiny, sharp needle filled with a menacing purple poison… at least, I think that it's poison. Is it poison? Well, I slowly walked toward the counter, being cautious. I don't KNOW what that poison will do to me. Hell, it may kill me if I even touch it! The purple substance dripped from the sharp tip, daring me to touch it. I was not prepared for this. Maybe I could've asked if it was poison. Maybe I could've asked if it'd burn me if I touched it. But, I guess it's too late.

Although my chances of being able to touch that needle were fifty-fifty, there was a chance that I COULD touch that needle. Maybe it isn't even poison! But, it COULD also be the most deadly poison known to man.

I was so screwed.

But, I decided that maybe I could nudge it, 'accidentally' causing it to fall and shatter on the tilled floor. It's perfect. All I need to do is give it a little nudge, and-

"Yokomo…"

I stopped in my tracks. I know that voice! Slowly, I turned around to come face-to-face with my cousin.

"Moyan?"

There stood my cousin, as usual, looking as though she stepped out of the world of Sleeping Beauty. Her long, light red hair streamed prettily over her shoulders and her green eyes were lively. She looked exactly like she had when I saw her when I was unconscious. I raised my eyebrows.

"What the heck? What are you doing here?" I asked. Moyan stepped toward me, narrowing her eyes.

"Yokomo, this is it. When Sasori comes back, we will know whether he is going to kill you or not." she said quietly.

I began to freak, "Holy shit! What if Sasori sees you?!"

"He won't, I'm only visible to you."

"Why are you here?" I asked. Moyan sighed.

"His choice also determines my destiny. If he decides to kill you, I will not be able to rest. But, if he lets you live, I shall finally be peaceful knowing that you shall never have to go through the hardship that I went through."

I raised an eyebrow, "How come you didn't come out before?"

"I am only allowed out now."

I shivered, "Well… what should I do? And is that needle poisonous?"

"You decide. Unlike me, you can determine your own destiny. And that needle…that needle is actually a special poison that slowly paralyzes your body and doesn't allow you to feel."

I looked down, shifting uncomfortably, "Well, does that mean I can smash it?"

Moyan slowly smiled, "It is your choice."

I gingerly cradled my arm toward me, trying to make a choice. I don't even know what Sasori is going to do to me! What if he isn't going to kill me? But that needle… it will paralyze and numb me. I don't get it. What is Sasori going to do with me? If he were going to kill me, why will he paralyze me? Why doesn't he just use a different poison? What is he planning??

Just as I was going to talk to Moyan again, the stone door slowly rose, revealing Sasori, no longer holding Rika. Moyan became transparent, but I could still see her narrow her eyes at Sasori. Before she disappeared completely, she sent me a nod. What does that mean? Does she know whether I'm going to die or not?

My question was unanswered.

Suddenly, I remembered Sasori. Where's Rika? My heart raced, "Sasori, where did you put Rika??"

Sasori slowly frowned, "She is safe."

I slowly narrowed my eyes, "Sasori… are you going to kill me…?"

There was a long silence. Sasori just stood there, staring at me. His eyes flared with that same unknown emotion. The silence rolled on, taunting us, becoming thicker with each moment that passed. The silence rang in my ears, and I resisted the urge to cover my ears. Suddenly, Sasori broke the silence. His sentence came out slowly, and it was subtle, with no emphasis. I listened closely.

"…Let's make a deal…"

I perked up. A deal? For several seconds, I stood there dumbstruck. Not even the ringing silence could bring me out of my stupor. Sasori narrowed his eyes, looking at me expectantly. After several moments of letting the information sink in, the only thing I could manage was, "Huh?"

Sasori twitched, glaring at me, "You heard me. Let's make a deal."

I glared, "So, do you want me to accept or something? Tell me more about this deal."

Sasori's eyes softened. That emotion flared in his red orbs, but I could not tell what it was. He spoke, "I was ordered to get rid of you. You know that, don't you?"

I scoffed, "Unfortunately."

"Let's make a deal. The leader said that I had to make you a puppet, but, for some reason, I don't want to kill you. It's because of that stupid emotion that keeps getting in my way. So, I decided that I would…"

There was a pause, and I leaned forward, listening. Finally, he continued.

"…turn you into a living puppet."

My eyes widened and I stared at Sasori in shock. Sasori narrowed his eyes.

"If you do not agree, I'll have to kill you and then make you a non-living puppet. But, I don't want to kill you and that's the problem. So, I may have to have someone else kill you… so, basically the deal is, be a puppet, become my weapon, and live, or, die VERY painfully."

It took a few moments for the words to sink in. My hands were once again sweaty, and I was panting. My heart pounded against my ribcage. Oh, shit, what am I going to do?

"Will I be able to feel…?"

Sasori took out a sheet of paper. On the sheet was a sketch of myself, decent, thank you! Sasori answered, "I've found a way to make you an immortal, living puppet without removing your nervous system. You will feel. You will feel pain, but, there will be no blood. Instead, there will be a simple gash. It's easy to fix. You will be able to smell, taste, hear, see, and think. So, you will pretty much be exactly the same as you are now, only immortal. I will use you in battles."

I thought it over. What am I going to do? I'll never see my parents again. Wait, will I?

"Hey, will I ever get to see my parents again?" I asked. Sasori looked down.

"You can visit, but I warn you, if they find out that you're a puppet, I'm not sure they'll accept that."

Slowly, I grinned, holding up my left hand. Sasori glanced at it and slowly brought his hand up to mine. I laced my fingers with his and gave him a dopey grin.

"Deal."

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After Sasori turned me into a puppet... well... I didn't exacly adapt to it right away...

Oh, god, It's horrible. I hate it. It's as long as I could make it. Sorry, people. I hope that you weren't too dissapointed with the way that this chapter turned out. I worked as hard as I could on it and got it as long as I could. If I made it any longer, I'd have to get into the whole "process" and I didn't want to do that. It's too much. So, this was the best I could do.

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