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Tobi is Tobi

A hollow cough, it was empty of air and it wasn't how a cough should sound, rough and dead; it was heard in an empty, or rather a destroyed empty canyon-like area. The canyon was made from large tan colored rocks that had spider-webbed like cracks all around. The blazing sun shot its rays all around the area causing everything to light up and shine. A few light breezes would travel lazily through the canyon and beyond it, tickling and whistling to the creatures and objects around with their invisible fingers as they passed several times. The canyon-like structure was empty of any grass or trees that would dance lightly with the breeze, but there was something else that inhabited the area.

Hundreds of humanoid-like figures in all sizes and colors, either smashed into pieces, or just lying there, were scattered in the destroyed canyon. Near a large opening, that appeared to have been blocked by an enormous boulder, which was smashed into pebble-like rocks, in front of the opening was a rush of clear, bright blue water, with the brilliant sun glistening against it. The sun made the waters shin with an innocent beauty that was rivaled against nothing.

Another cough resounded around the silent area, almost eerily. A hunched over figure who had made the sound was enclosed by two other figures, almost like they were hugging the younger looking human-like being. The one in the middle of the 'hug' had bloody red hair that swayed slightly with the breeze, and was hiding his face. His arms were limp by his sides and his bare chest, where his heart should have been was filled with a tube-like cylinder that was black and white with deep red kanji letters written in the middle. The figure's chest did not move like it was supposed to, as it was made of wood. A black cloak with red and white clouds on it was lumped off to the side, half forgotten, and surrounding all of the hundreds of puppet figures were weapons, from kunai to shuriken to katanas and metal wires along with drips of blood and various poisons.

The figure in the middle of all of the carnage huffed forward, knocking the puppets that were hugging him off of his frame slightly; his whole wooden body shook from the force of his coughing. The figure's eyes opened slowly to reveal hazel colored eyes, and his eyes revealed nothing except confused annoyance.

How was he still alive?

He remembered, very clearly, that the pink-haired girl, Sakura, and his grandmother had killed him. Glancing around himself he noticed a few things: First, was that he in the same place he had died. Second was that he was alone, save for his destroyed puppets, and third was that he still had no idea how he was brought back and how his organs, that are inside the sealed cylinder were unharmed. A feeling of uncontrollable rage suddenly echoed throughout his body, he had spent years creating those puppets to eternal perfection, years, for a little slip of a girl with pink hair to destroy them.

Though he had to admit, her strength and intelligence was admirable, but did she have to destroy all of his puppets? Sasori gritted his teeth in annoyance, before glancing down to his knees and furrowed his eyebrows. Slowly he tried lifting himself up and he grunted with the effort to push himself up, and further brushing the two puppets, that posed as his parents off of his person. Briefly, he wondered why he was coughing earlier in the first place; he did not even need air.

Sasori blinked, his face turning blank as he stared at a figure that had suddenly appeared about ten feet before him. When he noticed it was the orange masked fellow S-Class Akatsuki missing-nin, he scowled, "Tobi."

"Yes, Sasori-senpai?" The voice that sounded from behind the mask was not the childish voice he was used to, and if Sasori had had his original body, chills would be going up and down his spine. The voice also somehow sounded mocking in its monotone.

"How am I alive?" He snapped impatiently, seemingly unconcerned about the voice change.

The masked man tilted his head to the side slightly, before raising his finger up, and swishing it side to side gently while making a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "Now, now, you weren't supposed to die so early. I still have plans for you."

Sasori's eyes narrowed almost unnoticeably; So, he really was actually powerful, and he seems to be in charge too. No one controls me. He coughed again, that hollow sound echoing eerily off the walls of the pit. Sasori was about to move his hand to reach for some kind of weapon, when he found he couldn't. Glancing down in irritation, he noticed that not only were his hands stiff, but also all of his wooden limbs. His eyes moved almost lazily back toward the masked leader, "How long was I dead for?"

The masked man snorted, "A while." Sasori scowled once again, and was slightly startled to find that the masked man had moved forward while he had inspected his hand, and was considerably closer to the red-haired puppet creator and master. "Sasori." The voice demanded attention and power, whether forcefully or not, and Sasori was not happy with the underlining mocking disappointment in the other man's tone. "You are quite disappointing in your strength. How hard is it to kill a girl and an old wench?"

Sasori did not answer, but instead growled darkly while his hazel eyes flashed threateningly. He knew the man before him was not threatened in the least by him, but that only served to make him all the angrier. Who is he? "Who are you?" He hissed; Sasori did not like to be controlled. He might have tolerated Pein, but at least he knew who he was, saw his face, and that the man was an unstoppable, powerful force that you did not want to get on the bad side of.

A snicker was heard from the orange masked missing-nin, "Why I'm Tobi, of course! Are you okay Sasori-senpai?" The childish voice was back, he could almost feel the grin the other man was sporting, and Sasori suddenly felt a dark and evil sensation come from the man in front of him causing Sasori to feel edgy and slightly nervous.

Why did this man feel so powerful?

"Pein-sama wants you to head to the base in Ame, Sasori-senpai," The man before him crowed cheerfully, though he noted that the mocking feeling coming from Tobi was still there. "As soon as you are ready go," he giggled slightly. He lifted his arm and waved it in a wide arc, when his arm reached his legs he began to disappear as if he was being pulled into a vortex, until finally leaving only his hand which waved slightly and disappeared completely, and leaving a stunned puppeteer behind.

Sasori's hand trembled slightly, when finally the malicious and horrifyingly controlling aura that he hadn't really noticed was that bad, until it had vanished. Sasori blinked and waited until he had full control of himself before he began to pick up the puppets that would be easier to fix later, sealing them away, getting his weapons and finally his cloak. He paused a moment, and noticed that his ring was missing, then ignoring it and headed in the direction to Ame.

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