Blood Is Blood Ch 4
Sasori sat on his bed, checking out his latest creation. The puppet looked rather real, but one could tell it was just a puppet. If one knew what to look for, that is. He could probably scare the daylights out of someone with his works of art. An evil snicker escaped his lips at the thought of Konan, screaming bloody murder over his puppet. He loved being a vampire, no morals and no conscience to cloud his judgment.
Two hours had slipped by, while he played out his day dream of freaking out Konan. She always was a little skittish. He could never understand how she could be, being a vampire and all. But Pein said she detested bloodshed and violence. 'Hm, an interesting one she was.' Unlike himself, he preferred his victims to run and scream in terror, only so he could catch them and tear out their jugular and feel the blood splatter.
He imagined that probably was a little demented, but he was a vampire, it was supposed to be. Thinking about his victims made him hungry. 'Well time to go pick my next victim.' He laughed sadistically. Grabbing his charm to protect him from the sun, he exited the room. About 5 miles away was a high school. Sasori always liked teenagers. Some of them were the easiest to scare, especially the girls.
He would sit in a tree or a bush and scan the kids. He'd get to know if they walked home, if they had friends or were loners. All of these factors played into how he picked his victims. Quite tedious really, but also quite interesting. 'Now who looks good to me today?' He thought as the school began to empty. Kids poured out of the front of the school giving Sasori a great view of all the kids. Skaters, preps, Emo, Goth, punks, and band geeks. You had them all for the picking, right here.
"What are you doing, un?" A voice from right below him asked. How the hell had someone approached him and he not known it. 'You're getting sloppy, Sasori.' He berated himself. Looking down, he seen the most angelic looking sight he had ever seen. A girl with long blonde flowing hair and porcelain looking skin. 'No wait, the voice that spoke was male. "Did you say something to me?" He asked the blonde. "Yeah, un. I asked what you were doing up there, un. Are you a stalker?" The blonde asked suspiciously.
Sasori laughed. How close the blonde had come with that question. Instead of saying anything of the sort, He said simply, "I like the view." The blonde shook his head and crossed his arms. "Well its creepy, un." "Why, I'm just a regular kid hanging out in a tree." Sasori said innocently. "Well its still creepy, un. People will think you're watching them, un." The blonde said, staring up at him. "Well that's their problem." Sasori said, now glaring at the blonde.
The blonde shook his head and walked across the street to the school. Walking up to a teacher, the blonde said something and then pointed to the tree. The teacher nodded and began to walk in his direction. The blonde waved at him with a smile and walked into the school. 'Dammit his cover was blown. Stupid blonde.' He jumped out of the tree and took off at lightning speed. So the teacher probably assumed he was on some good drugs to move that fast or maybe that was stretching it a bit too far.
He entered the mansion, slamming the door so hard it echoed. "Wow Sasori, you've really outdone yourself this time." Itachi smirked. He looked up from the book that he was reading to the red head, as Sasori plopped down on the couch beside him in annoyance. "What happened to get your panties in a wad?" Itachi asked, with that same annoying smirk still firmly in place.
Sasori glared half-heartedly at the raven haired vampire. "A stupid blonde ruined my search for my next victim at the high school." He said in exasperation. "You stalk your prey at a high school? Wow Sasori, I'm impressed." Itachi's smirk never faltered. Sasori glared at Itachi and then as if were never there, he laughed. "Wow I really am demented, if stalking teenagers is my high point." He shook his head with as ad smile that turned sadistic once more. "But its worth it to hear them scream."
Itachi nodded in appreciation at that, he too had a sadistic nature. "So tell me about this blonde. What's she like?" Itachi asked. "No it's a boy and I'm not in the mood to talk about him." Sasori stood to leave the room and Itachi couldn't help but smile. Whoever this blonde boy was, he had gotten to Sasori, nothing but good.
Sasori lay on his bed, letting his anger at the blonde dissipate. He couldn't help but think that maybe he had found his next victim. He would just stalk the blonde. After all it was the he who had caused him to lose his hiding place to stalk anyone else. Laughing to himself he thought 'this is going to be fun.' He drifted off to sleep as thoughts of what he could do to the blonde filled his head.
The next morning Sasori waited by the tree instead of in it. He watched as kids shuffled in from all directions. Searching for the blonde in the crowds, he almost jumped out of his skin, when he heard a voice come from behind him. "At it again, un?" Turning around Sasori eyed the blonde and smiled. "Actually I was waiting for you." He confessed.
"Why, un?" The blonde asked suspiciously. "Just wanted to see what you would do next." Sasori smiled sweetly, earning a glare from the blonde. "If we're going to continue this bantering, could you at least tell me your name?" Sasori countered. "Why would I tell you my name, un?" Sasori shrugged and smiled again. It seemed to ruffle the blonde when he did, so he did it just to irk him.
"It's Deidara, un." The blonde stated after a few minutes of arguing in his head with himself. 'What was the harm, right?' "And you, un?" Deidara asked. "What?" Sasori asked dumbly. "Who are you, un?" Deidara asked again. "I'm Sasori." Sasori smirked and held out his hand. "Its nice to meet you, Deidara." Deidara glanced at Sasori, as if to say, "Are you serious?" But he shook it anyway. "Until next time, Deidara." Sasori smiled and walked away.
He was getting into the blonde's head and that was exactly where he wanted to be, for now. Deidara watched Sasori walk away and glared at the red head. 'He's playing with my mind, un.' He started across the street to the school. 'Well I'm not going to make it easy, un.' He said to himself and entered the building.