I do not own Naruto, only the plot! And if there are any grammatical errors, please forgive me. I didn't double check because I wanted to update as soon as possible, enjoy! – VZ
Sasori always assumed that the day he had traded his mortal life for an eternal one, he had freed himself from emotions.
They were useless and pitiful, making life so much harder than it had to be. There was a reason why ninjas needed to be free from sentiment and sympathy. How could you kill someone when you yourself had a bleeding heart?
Simply put, feelings were bothersome and cause nothing but stress.
He knew from experience.
Losing both his parents had broken him. His attachment to them had made his childish heart split in two, one for each parent who were now both gone from this world.
No, he no longer wanted to feel that pain, that loss.
How many nights did he lay in bed, wishing the arms of his now deceased loved ones would hold him in their protective embrace?
The red head thought he would never get fixed, that his tiny heart would remain broken. However his grandmother had a different plan for him.
That night, a wooden figure crept into his room, courtesy of his only living relative.
Watching that puppet ignited something in him…hope.
After practicing for how long, he was able to create his own puppets, fashioned with the image and likeness of his parents.
For a brief moment, the ache in his chest vanished…only to throb even more painfully when the wooden arms of the puppets fell apart, leaving him feeling unloved, cold and alone.
This was why he decided to exchange his body of flesh for metal joints and wood.
This way….this way he won't ever feel again, won't ever get hurt again, won't ever die like his parents did.
No, he wanted to preserve life! Sasori didn't want to be reminded of death and how time brings each person closer to it.
Life preserved forever was true beauty, genuine art.
This was his philosophy.
At least, it was.
Until all of his beliefs were wiped out just recently by a certain pink haired medic, who had 'killed' him before.
It was only by pure chance that Zetsu had been around to retrieve his last living essence, his core, which was tattooed with the character of scorpion.
Thanks to the plant man's knowledge on toxins and poisons, he was able to save the puppet master, who was now interested on the girl. A girl with ridiculous pink hair, inhuman strength and a fiery personality that could rival the flames of hell itself.
Sasori wanted another encounter with her.
And he got one….with a younger version of herself.
The situation was amusing to say the least. Not to mention, highly interesting.
Simply put, he found her presence curious and fascinating.
After speaking with her as a person, not as her enemy, he found her intelligent.
While he was sparring with her, he saw that she not only had intellect and skill, she knew how to apply it in the battlefield as well.
The moment he felt her soft lips against his, he fell in love.
Some would say it was odd for someone to fall so deeply in love in such a short time. But he found that forever with her would not be enough to satisfy him. Each smile she sent his way, each sharp and toxic word that left her lips, sent him deeper in love.
And when she had not pushed him away when he had kissed her so chastely on the forehead, he felt his heart (or whatever is left of it) soar.
It was common knowledge how impatient he was, but for her?
He'd wait an eternity.
Sasori knew it was love because he didn't see any other woman's face unless it was hers.
He knew because pink and green was suddenly his new favorite colors.
He knew because he would do things for her. An example would be him requesting (demanding) Pein to send Zetsu over to the hotel room where he sat alone and disassembled. From there he waited….waited and waited until the plant man appeared with a new body. A spare he kept back at the base.
It was hell sitting there staring at the painted ceiling with nothing to do but sit there. Half his body gone and the rest were in pieces scattered all around the room. What made things worse was how he could hear his partner, the Uchiha, the Jashinist and Kisame (more of his groaning and snoring) encouraging his sweet baby doll, to a game of strip poker.
Sasori never recalled a time when he had felt so desperate to move before.
His desire to barge in that room, take what was his and leave the other males grinding their teeth in irritation was overpowering.
Yet, he couldn't. How could he, when he couldn't even get off the bed without help?
The red head had sighed and looked at the clay kitten his explosive partner had made for the pinkette.
An odd feeling welled up inside his left chest, spreading throughout his wooden torso.
His hazel eyes narrowed, recognizing the emotion as jealousy. Something he had started feeling whenever his doll was involved.
That is why he took the opportunity to look for her the moment he could.
Was it cruel to ignore his fellow Akatsuki members so that he could search for her?
Yes, yes it was.
Maybe just as cruel when they all decided to leave him alone in that lonely hotel room with no one for company but the feline.
The puppet master sped through the hallways like a mad man, thoroughly scaring several couples and maids in the establishment.
The scene he had walked in on….(simply put)….pissed him off.
Especially the Uchiha brat licking her neck, like a lover instead of an enemy.
"Get the fuck off her brat." He growled, his wooden fingers curling as he commanded chakra strings to form, fully intent on crushing the boy's skull and injecting his body with so much poison that his great clan will feel its sting.
Just as he was about to open up a scroll and retrieve his puppets, the brat turned his head towards him, a smirk on his lips.
Hazel eyes narrowed in confusion and irritation.
The boy was cockier than Hidan and his older brother put together.
That was reason enough to kill him.
"Sasori."
His gaze immediately latched onto the flushed woman beneath the Uchiha, relief evident on her features.
The was her eyes lighted up as she murmured his name made something…flutter inside him.
Hm…..
He would dwell on this strange yet pleasant feeling later on, after he smear the walls with something other than food, something darker….redder.
"Come to rescue Itachi's whore, puppet?"
Sasori grinded his teeth and forgot about the scrolls. No, he planned to teach him a lesson with his own hands.
The satisfaction of hearing his bones crunch under his palm would be much better than having his wooden creations do it for him.
"You've got two things wrong, boy ." He made sure to emphasize the word, making Sasuke see that not only was he outmatched, but heavily outclassed. He was older and much wiser than him. True, he was gifted (cursed) with the famous Uchiha bloodline technique. However, Sasori just knew he would win.
He knew this by looking at the pinkette.
The boy was here to make his older brother's life difficult. He on the other hand, was fighting for something….Sakura's heart.
"One, Sakura is no whore."
A soft smile appeared on her lips as he spoke, his gaze on her.
"Two…"
He allowed his gaze to soften and his voice to become tender, as if he was speaking to her instead of the foolish boy.
"….She does not belong to Itachi."
Sasuke rolled his blood red eyes and scoffed.
"Oh really? Then why-"
Sasori intervened, his voice calm but strong.
The smallest of smirks made itself known on his lips when he spoke once more.
"How could she? She is my doll of course."
And with that, he striked. Quick and deadly, accurate and precise, much like the scorpion that he was named after.
"What the hell Uchiha?!" Deidara yelled, clearly vexed that he had been awakened from his rather pleasant dream.
Itachi merely ignored him and went over to Hidan. After doing so, his hands formed several hand signs and his eyes glowed an eerie but familiar shade of red.
"I will explain later. For now, we must leave." The man replied stoically. Although, the blonde could hear an underlying tone of anger, maybe even pain?
….No….
It was impossible.
However, he wasn't so sure anymore. Not when a particular medic-nin with beautiful green eyes and a fiery personality was involved. And Deidara was sure that she was the reason why the Uchiha was so upset.
Speaking of her….
Where did that damned Uchiha brat take her?
He was just about to ask when Itachi caught his eye.
For a moment, they both shared the same thought.
Save Sakura.
His blue eye scanned the area for trouble, finding none he relaxed. Although, he tensed up again after glancing at the floor, where the Kyuubi container was busy having a nap, snoring like a baby.
"You have got to be kidding me." He muttered, running his hand through his mussed up hair.
After all this searching and planning to even get close to the demon container….
Was now put to waste. The boy was right here, vulnerable.
Just as he was about to celebrate their stroke of luck, Itachi interrupted him.
"No…we must not tell leader about this." He gestured to the blonde boy laying on the ground.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion, the look on his face screamed 'Why?'
The Uchiha sighed and tsked.
"How do you think my blossom (he chose to ignore that) would feel if we brought back her teammate to the base?"
Realization dawned on his features after hearing what his fellow Akatsuki member had to say.
"She'd hate us." He muttered, his voice sullen and his eye less bright.
"Obviously."
Deidara glared.
He just stood there….looking so regal and in control.
It really ticked him off.
But before he could say so, Hidan opened his big mouth and started cussing up a storm in less than a second.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BRAT?! I'M GOING TO SHOVE MY SCYTHE SO FAR UP HIS SCRAWNY ASS THAT HE WILL FUCKING CHOKE-"
"Enough."
The silver haired nin took in deep and ragged breaths, clearly pissed.
He turned his head towards the calm man slowly, his eyes narrowed.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TELL ME WHEN ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! YOUR BASTARD BROTHER JUST TOOK MY BABE! YOUR BLOSSOM, WHICH IS A SISSY AS FUCK NAME, BLONDIE'S SAKURA-CHAN, WHICH I CALLED HER FIRST. (Deidara clenched his fists) GO AHEAD AND POUT YOU SHIT HEAD! (He sucked in the lower lip that was in fact, making him pout) AND KISAME'S FREAKING ANGEL! I'LL CRACK HIS SKULL WITH MY BARE-FUCKING-FINGERS!"
It was silent after Hidan's rant, until another, younger blonde broke the quiet with his snores.
"Perfect….I can take out some of my fucking anger out on this pussy." With that, he skillfully turned his scythe using only one hand, a blood thirsty expression on his face.
"Hidan."
Itachi was now the cold, emotionless man like before. A far cry from the human being who was busy confessing his love for his Sakura-chan just moments before.
"DON'T-"
The dark haired man spoke one word, effectively stopping the Jashinist from taking another step, making another move and saying another word.
"Sakura."
And just like that, Hidan relaxed.
Well, if you call cursing and kicking a nearby chair in frustration calm.
"What about Kisame?" Deidara wondered aloud as the trio made their way to the door.
"Clearing the mind from genjutsu is within my field of expertise…..Purging the human body from alcohol is not."
Just as the remaining Akatsuki members were about to leave the vicinity, a voice stopped them.
"Sakura-chan….hmmm" The demon container groaned.
…
"I'm killing him." Hidan said casually, slicing the air with his blood red weapon.
"Hn….."
"Hidan…" Both Itachi and Deidara warned. They didn't have time for this, not when Sakura's life was on the line.
"Tch….fine you fuckers."
They took a few more steps before another groan got their attention.
"Panties…Black panties…smells good…."
Three pairs of eyes widened.
"Sakura-chan….you…hm….smells amazing…."
Sharing a look, they all turned towards the boy, killing intent rolling each one of them in threatening waves.
"Now can I kill him? Seriously."
Itachi looked conflicted.
"..ghnmm….yummy…"
The bomber watched as the confliction rapidly turned into aggravation.
"Hn…I get the first strike."
The mouths on hi palms gritted their teeth.
"Not before I make his insides explode."
Deidara was wrong, they did have time to teach this boy a lesson he won't soon forget.
I apologize for taking so long to update :( however, I'm already working on the next chappie to make up for my lack of updates :) I LOVE you all for sticking with this story and helping me get to 1000 reviews! It's so impossible but you guys, my readers and reviewers made it happen. You guys inspire me to write this :) Till' next time ;) - VZ