Puppet
Sasori hadn't always been a puppet. When he finally did become one, it was a strange transformation. He knew he no longer needed to eat or drink, but sometimes it felt strange to watch Deidara eat and not eat anything either.
He remembered his grandmother and her and her reaction when she came home to him playing with his newly made puppet mother and father. He respected her to the very last moment of his life. She had taught him to be a puppeteer after all, so surely it was a fitting end. Death by the hands of his grandmother, who was using the first two puppets he ever made.
WWHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's short but it'll have to do for now. I can't believe that it's been allmost eight months! crap! if you feel like wrighting a review soley to tell me that i suck i will completely understand. gawd i feel guilty. anyway. i'm gonna try to update more...yeah and make my next stories longer. heehee