I will always remember the look Orochimaru, my former science teacher, gave me at the end of class. Him who was known to be a very distant, discret, and secret person. Why did he pay attention to me ? I was nothing more than an umpteenth student among others.
What was he thinking ? Was it pity ? Was it displaced curiosity ? Or even sadness ?
Even if I'm really good at figuring people's thoughts, based on their behaviors and facial expressions, his still remains to this day a mystery in which I am confronted with. It was the first time that I was in a "weak position", if I may say. After many years, I still wonder what he was thinking of. Pehaps he suspected that those studies weren't made for me ? Maybe he guessed that I didn't belong here ? If that's the case, he was right... This class was, in fact, the last that I attended.
After all, those medical studies weren't really for me but rather for my family. Especially for the old hag that is my grandmother. I dropped them after the fifth year, at 23 years old. And honestly, I didn't really care about her reaction. I had planned to get away from her anyway, so her opinion didn't matter to me. I'm no more a child. I'm no more a fragile and manipulable toy.
I'm not more a puppet, I'm the Puppeteer.
Miami, US, 1995.
Located not far from Miami Beach and reaching a height of nearly 40 meters, the building in which Sasori works belongs to Path, a powerful and private company owned by one man known as "Pein".
The redhead met him while they were still students. In this manner, Sasori managed to integrate and to hold an important place, as negociator, within the company.
Pein is one of the few person, if not the only one, on whom he can relies on. The same goes for Pein towards Sasori. No wonder why he has such a good position.
As a negociator, his duty is to communicate, encourage, and manipulate his "opponents" in order to obtain gains and benefits. In short, enabling the company to grow and to develop.
However, despite the new life that Sasori leads, he cannot escape his old demons.
Sometimes, when his torments that he has kept inside so many years are released, he immediately takes refuge in alcohol. Even if he takes no any pleasure in drinking, because he knows that in this state he can't control himself, it's the only radical way for him to ignore them.
Though, Sasori has everything to live a happy life. Some would do anything to have a situation like his. But life decided it otherwise.
Money can't necessaliry buy hapiness.
Sasori had just finished his day. Where the dusk began to progressively fade away and the dark clouds started to approach the horizon.
He prepared his belongings and exited the building. Once outside, colorful plane tree leaves, freshly detached from the branches, flew away with the wind. Wind he received in the face.
Fall had just begun.
Sasori likes this season. It is his favorite. Not only because he enjoys the vibe it brings, but because he likes rainy weather in general.
The sensation of being warm at home, protected from the storm and the thunder, that's what he likes. It reminds him of the very few memories he has of his parents.
Since the street on which he navigates is located in the business district, it is, moreover, quite active. It's mainly composed of businessmen like him, employees of all kinds, and also simple passersby.
He crossed the path between his pairs without being noticed. And, like a cat, he avoided with rare elegance all the obstacles that stood in his way.
While he was heading towards the parking lot, in which his car was stationned, he caught sight of a figure kneeling not far from his vehicle. Equipped with what appear to be tools of all kinds.
Without even thinking, the redhead yelled at her :
"Hey you ! What do you think you're doing ?! Get the hell away from my car !"
The figure turned her head to faced him and ran away.
Sasori hurried to his car to make sure nothing has been damaged.
After some observations, he noted that he arrived at the right time. His car was not damaged.
"(Damn jerk...)", he sighed while he started the machine.
It was time to go home.
After a good drive, he arrived in front of his apartment building. His home is located in the rich part of the town, here where everything is nice and clean.
He climbed up the stairs to the 3rd floor on the left, then he opened the door. He turned the light on, put his belongings on the table and laid down on the sofa completely tired.
He took the remote controle beside him and turned on the TV.
His eyes were focused on the screen, whereas his mind was thinking about the weird interaction from earlier.
Even if he could vaguely identify the silhouette, he still managed to see her eyes. Two beautiful irises of a shining blue.
Suddenly, his thoughts dispelled as he regained control of his mind.
"Why did this day have to end like this ?", he whispered while placing his hand over his face.
Fatigue got the better on him as he fell asleep on the spot. At the moment when he was in the arms of Morpheus, the blue eyed unknown had just been on TV.