Scene: After a harrowingly long time, Hidan just unties her. She's harmless and crippled, how can she run away? Fumiko is wandering around the hideout, looking for something to paint the pretty cave with, including random bedrooms and various other rooms. *Doesn't really realize she's in danger*
Btw chapter 1 was not meeting Hidan or meeting Kakuzu. That WILL COME IN TIME.
Done with thoughts. Now italics mean various onomatopoeic sounds.
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"Hi! Do you have paint?"
"No."
"Why would we?"
"Okay. You look really neat, by the way."
"Hi! Do you have any paint I could use to make the cave?"
"How did you get out?"
"Hidan untied me."
"Why aren't you running away?"
"Ha ha! 'Cause I suck at running ad you guys look really fast. Anyway, you're not hurting me. So, do you have any paint?"
"No."
"Okay, thanks anyway."
"Do you- sorry!"
"Who let you out?!"
"Hidan!"
"I'm gonna kill him!"
Knock, knock.
"Is this a bathroom?"
"No."
"Hi! Do you have paint?"
"Yes."
"Sweet! Can I use it?"
"Who- Why are you untied? Didn't I bind your hands?"
"Hidan let me out so I could paint the hideout."
"You paint?"
"Yep."
"... Fine."
"Yay! ... Do you have canvas?"
"No."
"Oh. Um..."
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"There's paper on my desk."
"Yes! Hey, this looks like Kankuro's desk! Are you a puppeteer, too?"
"..."
"Ohhh, can't tell me your shinobi jutsus. I forgot about that."
"Why are you still here?"
"I'm painting."
"In here?"
"It's warm in here. These are really good puppet designs. This one looks kind of like Kankuro's Crow. Have you made it yet?"
"No."
"Oh."
"... But it's a prototype."
"Oh! Cool! Hey, what's your name, by the way? I'm Fumiko."
"... Sasori."
"Sasori... Sasori... you're a defect from my village!"
"What of it?"
"Oh, sorry, it's just that you look super young. Like my age almost."
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"Another jutsu, huh? Okay, I'll leave you alone now."
Swish, swish, swish.
"Drip... drip, drip."
Swish, swish.
"Shadow..."
Squeak, squeak, squeak-
"Stop banging that contraption on your leg. It's annoying."
"Whoops, sorry."
"That's... very good art."
"Thanks!"
"Does it last very long?"
"What?"
"Your art. Does it last forever?"
"Um, maybe. I dunno. I haven't been painting since forever. But as long as they don't get wet or something, probably." Swish, swish. "I paint on my best friend sometimes, and the paint I make for his kanji lasts for almost three weeks."
"On his skin?"
"Yeah."
"Why do you paint on his skin?"
"Because he has a scar there."
"In the form of a kanji?"
"Yeah."
"Did he do it himself?"
"Sort of, but he didn't really mean to. I paint it red to match his hair when it fades."
"... How do you make this paint?"
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End scene: Sasori is leaning over the chair Fumiko is sitting in, looking at her half-done picture of the main part of the cave, intrigued (but still dopey-eyed in typical Sasori fashion, of course.) Fumiko's just working on her painting, not really concerned. ^.^
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