The time passes by. I´m going to fight against Itachi´s brother, Sasuke. I know that this will be my final fight. My last one... because I don´t want any more. Don´t want to live... I do give in. The pain caused trough his death turned into a robot without any aim. The other Akatsuki members had to feed, wash, care for me because I didn´t do anything any more. What? Why should I? Without him... why should I go on living? I didn´t care for me any more. After some time I lost myself in my own little dream world where Sasori was still alive. I almost forgot my real life but then I realized that it wouldn´t help! It wouldn´t stop the pain. Wouldn´t make me happy ever again. Wouldn´t bring him back. So I got an aim. I prepared for my next... my last mission. It will be my ultimate chance to show the whole world... to prove Sasori...that my art is the real one even though it isn´t important for me any more. But... I lived my whole life for this moment so why shouldn´t I follow my old plan?
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Right now I´m sitting in front of that bastard. I have to admit that he´s really strong... as I expected. But it wouldn´t be fun if he wasn´t a worthy opponent. I´m almost out of strength, he´s sure that he will will and wants me to give up. But that isn´t my stile. Besides I have a surprise for him... for everybody.
"G-Give up!"
"No, un! Be happy, bastard! You´ll have the chance to see something fantastic even though you won´t survive it, un. Now I´ll show you what real art is, un!"
With that I free my chest- mouth and let all my strength that is left flow into it. It takes some time to concentrate all my chacra on it. Finally I disappear. I am the black chacra ball where my chest mouth was before. Nobody will have the chance to escape out of that explosion! Sasuke will die... Tobi will... I will!
So, Sasori, that´s it! Now I will be released! I will be free again! The pain will leave me! I´ll get rid of you, my love!You won´t let me suffer ever again! And I can show what real art is! Real art doesn´t last forever! It disappears from one second to another and that makes art so special! Only the one who had the luck to see that explosion will know what it looked like... won´t ever forget it! Every explosion is different and that makes it so unique. All your puppets are destroyed. Your "everlasting" art doesn´t exist any more! In the end it was fleeting... as real art must be! I won!
Laughing I let all my strength leave me and... explode.
"ART IS A BANG, UN!"
Everything in the radius of ten kilometres gets destroyed because of me.
I feel free, released, as the birds do!
Everything dies... how beautiful! Yeah, that´s real art! The world won´t forget my creation!
Then I don´t see anything... darkness coats me.