Warnings: Orosaso, Deisaso (or SasoDei, it's currently undecided), short, fluff, angst, suicidal thoughts, a bit of OoCness
I slammed the door to our house, no my house. Every picture I saw I shattered, I punched. 'How could he do that? How could he be so damn ignorant and self-absorbed?!' I screamed in my mind, ripping his picture. I was beyond anger, I was beyond hurt. I finally realized his flaws; I finally realized his greed and his possessiveness. I hated it. 'How could I have come to like him?! How did I get involved in such a mess?' I held our first picture together in my hands but I could bring myself to ruin it. I was surrounded by a mess.
Tears escaped my eyes again and I fell down. I still held the picture in my hands and I saw tears falling on the glass that protected it. 'Why… why… why…?' I asked myself in my mind, the tears continuing to fall. I just didn't understand…
I sat there for hours until I knew I had to sleep. I stood up weakly, still holding the picture. I set it down on the nightstand and collapsed in bed. 'Why did he… Why did I…' I asked myself, shaking my head. I knew I wouldn't get answers; or the ones I wanted at least. Deep down, I knew I missed him. The words he spoke to me ran through my head, 'You can't be lonesome and beautiful at the same time… in no time... you'll slither back to me because you're mine…'
'Is it possible…? Could I survive without him…? Could I... be beautiful without him…?' The tears slid down my face again. I knew that. I knew I couldn't mentally be stable without him. I could try... but I would fail…
But; I knew, I knew I could make myself immortal, and I would.
I turned over and my face was embedded in a pillow. 'O-Orochi…' I thought, breathing in his scent. I missed him.
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I sat around for a month while I plotted my puppetization. I didn't leave the house; I had enough food to last me. I had visitors who were concerned for my health, but I reassured them I was alright. They didn't know my devastating plans to rid myself of my human flesh and to replace it with wood. I drew on my body and I drew on paper. I slowly began to feed myself again once my plans were complete.
It was then when I decided I would see him again.
The meeting was short and brief, but we came to an understanding. We began to appreciate one another again, though now I could see his flaws.
I was sure he could see whatever flaws I had, and that he always could. I also… didn't seem to accept Orochimaru's flaws. No, that wasn't the word… I didn't like Orochimaru's flaws. His flaws seemed to make him into an entirely different person, it made him… peculiar, and it made him not normal. I didn't like it.
I didn't feel the same around Orochimaru; everyday we seemed to drift further and further apart. I wasn't too sure who was changing, him, me, or both of us. Konan seemed to pick up on this and she took an hour or so out of her busy schedule to visit me. She continued to comfort me. I didn't know what was wrong anymore. She also kept suggesting I enter this counseling session, but every time I turned it down. I didn't think I needed such a drastic action.
Konan observed my slow change; my newfound addiction to my art. I always made puppets; and in secret I created my own limbs to the exact proportions I jotted down months ago. Eventually, my own puppet was completed, yet at the same time; Konan barged into my house yet again.
"Sasori!"
I turned around and quickly covered my other body, "What is it Konan?" I responded with my emotionless voice.
"What has Orochimaru been saying to you? You've changed since the incident! You never spend time with your friends; you just visit Orochimaru and stay in your house the entirety of the day working on your puppets. What's wrong?!"
"Nothing Konan, I'm just working on a project of mine."
"Yeah right Sasori. I see it I your eyes. You've changed. Your voice is emotionless; your eyes never shine like they once did. You NEED to see that group Sasori. They can help you."
"I don't need help Konan. I'm perfectly fine," I responded defensively, "there's nothing wrong with me dammit!"
She then raised her hand and I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" she screamed, glaring at me, "you need it Sasori. You're leaving all of us behind. You don't even seem to enjoy visiting Orochimaru anymore! You're treating him like a routine; everything is lifeless to you now. Nothing seems to have a meaning. Go… please…" she was now pleading with me, her eyes watering up, "for us…"
I sighed. "Fine, when is the next meeting?"
"It's on Thursday"
I froze. That was my one-year anniversary – that of Orochimaru's sentence.
"Sasori?" Konan spoke. Her voice seemed to echo in my head. I felt the tears coming and I knew I couldn't stop them. My legs gave out on me and I brought my hands to my eyes. "W-Why… It..it's… it's been a year… Why…"
I felt Konan embrace my frame and rub my back soothingly, "It's okay Sasori…. It's okay…" she whispered in my ear, "it's okay."
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I entered the building with my head facing down. I talked to the clerk and made my way to an elevator.
"Watch it hmm!" A male voice spoke after I bumped into somebody. I looked up to see a blond-haired person who was slightly taller than me. His appearance was rather peculiar, their hair long.
"I'm sorry…" I spoke quietly, though I could not take my eyes off of him.
His hair was split into thirds, one in front of his right eye, another tied into a high ponytail on top of his head and the remaining bit was let down on his back. His skin was tanned and it lay over top of a muscular yet feminine frame. One of his eyes was visible and it shone a brilliant shade of blue, his lips were thin yet slightly plump and he had high cheek bones. His body was slim and curved. At a first glance, one could easily mistake him as a female, though he had a pronounced Adam's apple. He was almost in every way opposite of Orochimaru. I had no clue why I thought this, but I noticed it. Instead of dark, black hair, this stranger had vibrant blond hair; his skin was tanned beautifully unlike Orochimaru's, whose was a pale and creamy tone. And while Orochimaru appeared masculine yet remained beautiful and strong; this blond was feminine, elegant, and somewhat fragile-looking. I didn't know how to react. I didn't even know why I was even observing this total stranger.
The 'ding' of the elevator shook me out of my thoughts. The cerulean-coloured eye seemed to be glancing down at me, observing me. Just like I. We both turned and walked into the elevator and he asked politely.
"What floor un?"
Here's part Three hahaha XD It's actually a bit farther than I expected but I promised my friend that I would have Deidara in this part haha :P
And Yes, I know it jumps all over the place I'm having this fanfiction short so that's why I'm having weird jumps about in time haha OH YEAH just to let you know, the last part took place the day AFTER the first part :P (if theres any confusion lol)
Orochimaru, Konan, Sasori and the unmentioned male that says 'un' (comon you know who i'm talkin about ;P) belong to masashi Kishimoto!
Plot belongs to moi, (aka vatelle/petite-neko)