An almosyof triple drabble if you will. I decided to take a minor break from 'Memoirs of a Kunoichi' to write a weird little one-shot. Ultimately a crack pairing, I bet it's the only one you'll really see...but I'm blabbling. I bring to you Beautiful Doll.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
He would have made him a beautiful doll. He was already a beautiful boy to begin with. Clear white eyes, dark silky hair, and flawless, almost feminine features. Yes, he would have had been Sasori's favorite and what better to add to his collection but a Hyuuga. He wouldn't be one of the puppets Sasori used to fight with, no, he was much too beautiful for grudge work that that. Instead he would stay by the puppeteer's side whilst Sasori could enjoy running his fingers through the river of ebony that was his hair. As soon as he laid eyes upon the beautiful Hyuuga boy he began to make plans. He would finish the old hag and kunoichi in a matter of minutes before pursuing the other boy. That delicious pale skin, he was almost perfect and Sasori was sure his voice would follow the thread. Sure, Deidara and Itachi were beautiful as well but Sasori wasn't compelled to make them into puppets. They were far to dull for such a thing and Deidara's view on art aggravated him.
Sasori only had a few regrets in his life. Some he regretted more than others but the most he would regret as his life ended by his grandmother was that he would never hold that beautiful doll in his arms, never make it dance for him, and never see those blank white eyes stare into his own.
Years later Neji would find a small red headed puppet on his bed.
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