"Master of Puppets? Not much of a title if you ask me."
"You're very arrogant while tied up in the dirt." He raised an eyebrow, reminding me of my situation.
I pout.
I took notice of the glimmer from his headband, tied loosely around his upper right bicep; etched into it was the symbol for Sunagakure. Instantly my frustration vanished and was replaced with anger, driven by dazzling confusion. What is a sand ninja doing violently attacking other ninja from his own village?
"Are you on drugs? Or are you just stupid?" I glared at him after blatantly eyeing his headband.
Thinly, very thinly, he smirked. As if he was mocking me, his shoulders shook slightly; suppressing a soft laughter. He stood atop a small, red sand dune. The sun was at his back, silhouetting his figure and making it difficult to decipher his face clearly.
"It isn't like you're an asset to the village, anyhow. I've done more for this village than you'll do in a lifetime." His foot pivoted, crunching the sand as he turned away.
"That doesn't mean you should go around attacking your fellow shinobi!" I spat venomously.
"They just let anyone become a chunin nowadays don't they?" He taunts, looking over his shoulder.
Now I'm angry. My face burns not only from the sun but from the blood staining my cheeks into a ferocious red. I sit with my mouth puckered, my mind scrolls through all the feisty things I can say to lash back at him. But instead I say nothing. He leaves me there as he casually walks over to his puppet to gather the pieces. He effortlessly kept me tied up from the chakra streams spawned from his right hand as he gathered his puppet with a new set of chakra strings from his left hand. I struggle a bit trying to move out of his chakra strings, but my efforts are in vain. He slumps the puppet onto his back, its arms hook around his neck like a child.
"I'm not impressed with your techniques, Master Puppeteer." I emphasise on the last part.
With his left hand free, he merely flicks his wrists and shoots a horde of needles in my direction. I squeeze my eyes shut, attempting to roll over but it's no use. I clench my teeth I take the hit. Immediately I feel the poison seep its way into my bloodstream. Before I open my eyes, I feel a rough hand grip the back of my neck. He yanks me close to him that I can feel his warm breath tickle my ear in a threatening manner. If I wasn't so sweaty, I might feel the hairs on my skin react to the fear. I'm looking over his shoulder, I faintly notice that the puppet isn't draped over his back anymore. My eyes widen, I'm looking at the sky, hoping to the gods that I'll see the sky again tomorrow.
"What use is it to use my greatest attacks on a pathetic chunin like yourself?" He taunted.
Defeat. Utter defeat. I do look completely pathetic right now. But so what if he's got the best of me this time? Fuck him. I'll take my revenge upon him, for what he did to me, and for what he did to Suzak-.
"Suzaku!" The pain and fear suddenly evaporates as I look over to my pale friend, just a few yards away.
"You won't get away with this, Sasori!" I struggled more, I was breathing heavily now and I felt a surge of adrenaline.
Sasori releases me from his grip and from his rope of chalra. I fall over in the dirt, desperately struggling to stand up and reach Suza. My legs are still pretty numb. Sasori walks away again, his back toward me which offends me deeply, but I have no time for that. Suzaku needs to get to the hospital and fast. But things start to become hazy; I can't distinguish if it's the heat waves or if I'm losing coherence. I start to feel very hot and my stomach feels like it has turned itself upside down. I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead and rip out a few needles that are still pricked into me and toss them aside. I try to crawl, well, drag my legs and maneuver my way over to Suza with my elbows, but my drowsiness gets the best of me. I look around, hoping someone will hear my cry for help. Sasori is already gone. Everything seems to be a hot hazy blur before I find my face in the dirt and my eyes shut.