Chapter 8:
After they had their milkshakes, the pair had gone back up to their hotel room and were watching TV on the couch. They were watching some crime-investigation show that Sasori liked.
"Man, this shit is morbid. How can you stand to watch this? All the autopsies and dead bodies make me sick." complained Kakuzu.
Sasori laughed. "You forgot the fact that I make human puppets. Now that stuff is morbid. I have to drain out all the blood and fluids, and remove all their inner organs and shit. It's thrilling, all right."
Kakuzu shivered. "I could never stand to do that stuff."
Sasori was a bit confused. "Don't you remove people's heart with your stitching and plug them into your own body?"
"Well, yes, but it's not as bad as what you do. The stitching practically does it on its own. I barely feel it." he replied.
"Oh, I see now." said Sasori. They turned back to the television only to see a guy get shot in the stomach multiple times as he collapsed onto the pavement. The camera did a close-up of his stomach, parts of were torn apart by the bullets. Blood starting seeping out rapidly a few seconds later. Kakuzu turned his head away from the TV.
"Can we not watch this?" he grumbled.
"Man, that was pretty bad, even for me. How about we go change your bandage, now?" said Sasori.
"Alright." mumbled Kakuzu. Kakuzu went and sat on the bed. Sasori walked into the bathroom and gathered more bandages from the sink cabinet. He walked back over to the bed and sat down behind Kakuzu. Kakuzu pulled off his cloak and shirt, without the hesitation and insecurity he showed about it only a few hours ago.
Sasori inspected the wound. The bandage was a little bloody and dirty, but he still wanted to change it to prevent an infection from an old bandage. He slowly undid the current bandage, and tossed it on the ground. He wrapped the new bandage around the wound tightly.
"There. It's all good now." said Sasori.
"Thanks." replied Kakuzu.
Sasori nodded. He walked over to his bag and pulled off his cloak. He folded it and put it back in his bag. He yawned loudly.
"I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed now." he stated.
"Ok. I guess I'll do the same." The pair climbed into their separate beds.
"Night, Kakuzu." whispered Sasori.
"Night, Sasori." Kakuzu whispered back.
Sasori fell asleep almost instantly. His dream though, was rather unpleasant. He was in a field walking with Kakuzu. There were large giant trees that blocked out the view of the sun. There was a chill in the air. Suddenly Sasori couldn't move his feet. Kakuzu kept on walking. Sasori tried to tell Kakuzu to stop, but he found his mouth was unable to move.
From the corner of his eye he saw a group of Konoha ninja approach Kakuzu on his right. He tried to scream but his mouth wouldn't let anything come out. The Shikamaru kid, the one Kakuzu had spared back he had killed Asuma, was leading the group. He formed a hand sign and a long shadow emerged from his feet. Sasori noticed that he had an explosive kunai in his mouth. The shadow caught on to Kakuzu's own and he froze. He turned around and looked at Shikamaru. Everytime Shikamaru took a step, Kakuzu took one as well. Shikamaru continued walking until they were only a foot apart. The only difference between them was that Shikamaru had a weapon in his mouth, and Kakuzu didn't. Shikamaru reached up and grabbed the kunai, while Kakuzu held on to thin air. Shikamaru opened his mouth, and Kakuzu did the same. He shoved the kunai into Kakuzu's mouth.
Sasori kept trying to scream, but still, nothing came out. Shikamaru took about twenty steps back so that Kakuzu was far away from him and his comrades.
"Burn in hell." Shikamaru spat. He released his jutsu just a second before the explosive kunai in Kakuzu's mouth exploded. Sasori found that he physically could not close his eyes or move their focus off of Kakuzu. He tried screaming again and again, but the result was the same.
Sasori stared at the Kakuzu's body after the explosion had died down. His lower half was still intact but burned. His upper half looked like it had gone to hell and back. There were chunks of skin and organs littered around the ground. His face was blown apart into small chunks the size of a penny.
Shikamaru walked over to Sasori, who was still frozen in place.
"You…I don't understand you. As a member of Akatsuki, you know better than most the risks of loving someone who is a shinobi. Yet you still chose to love him? It was a foolish choice. He's dead now, and all that you have left now are the memories of him and the pain of your loss. I realize now that the biggest battle a shinobi will ever have to fight is the battle of love. And you two fought it head-on, and look what happened to you."
"It's better to have loved and lost than to never love at all." Sasori spoke. His voice finally worked now.
"That's what sentimental fools say to calm themselves." said Shikamaru. "Now, burn."
Sasori saw that his legs and arms were now covered in paper bombs. Then they all ignited and Sasori was blown to bits.