How can someone so small be so annoying?
That's what mid-twenties puppet master Akasuna no Sasori describes the little girl staring at him as he was repairing one of his puppets.
"Sasori-sama," the girl said with a cute little girl accent.
This made Sasori twitched. Thus, pushing the girl away from him. But unfortunately for him, the girl wouldn't take the hint and kept moving closer to him.
"WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT." He grumbled.
"Akira-chan is hungry. Can you cook Akira-chan some food please?"
Why does she always refer herself in the third person? This kid knows nothing of PROPER grammar.
The next thing Sasori knew was that Akira was tugging his cloak.
"Please, Sasori-sama?" Akira pleaded, with her eyes sparkling and all.
Sasori simply stared at her.
She DOES know that I don't fall for the sparkling eyes, the pouting and such. This kid knows NOTHING about me.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
That broke the silence.
"What was that?" Sasori asked.
"My stomach." She stated.
Oh, her stomach. Nothing important. Ignore it, Sasori, ignore.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Stupid stomach. Can it just shut up?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
This kept on until Sasori snapped.
But before he could utter anything, Akira beat him to it.
"You know," she started, "my stomach will continue making the gurgling sounds unless we go to the kitchen."
Sasori grinned.
Yes, yes. Take her to the kitchen. Make her eat her favorite cereal to make her and her stomach shut up. Yeah, that's it.
And off they went to the kitchen.
-0-
Thank Buddha she finally shut up. I should thank the cereal too.
While Akira was busy munching on her cereal, Sasori was there a few feet away from her, controlling a small puppet, which was dancing…whatever it was.
Then came in Kisame.
In Akira's vocabulary, he's Mr. Fishy.
"Mr. Fishy!" Akira exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. Right after that, she went back to eating up her delightful cereal.
Pfft. 'Mr. Fishy'. What a name. At least she calls me 'Sasori-sama' than 'Puppet Man'. At least, she doesn't call me that anymore. Heck. Mr. Fishy is so damn hilarious.
Kisame, ignoring the girl and her crazy comment, took a seat right beside Sasori.
"Hey, Sasori, are you gonna make that kid one of your puppets already? So, she can only move when you want her to move?" He asked.
"Hey Mr. Fishy." Akira pointed out, "For your information, Sasori-sama can't make me a puppet unless I'm dead."
Okay. This kid DOES know something about me.
"She's quite right," Sasori said, amused, "but then again, why would I make her one of my puppets? What made you think about that?" He asked Kisame.
"Just concerned a bit. A BIT." Kisame replied.
"I'm done!" Akira exclaimed, flaunting her empty bowl and spoon.
"Okay, now, wash it." Sasori demanded.
"Why wouldn't I? It's gonna be stinky if I don't wash it." She replied in a matter-of-factly tone as she trotted towards the sink.
"You're really keeping her, aren't you? Even though she wasn't, at first, your responsibility to be her guardian? Kisame uttered, making sure Akira couldn't hear anything.
"I suppose—"
"You suppose? Or you want to?"
Sasori said no more.
As soon as Akira finished cleaning up, she and Sasori went back to his room.
He's whacked. What kind of a question was that anyway? Damn shark. Damn that Mr. Fishy.
The puppet master was quite relieved with Akira being such a good little girl sleeping on his bed and not bugging him.
Thank Buddha for that.
But what Kisame said to him earlier was still there in his head. Why does he have to keep her if he doesn't like the little nuisance?
Sigh.
Well, there are really some things that can't be explained.