A/N So, this is my day two. Here, you'll see Sasori's dark side and the whole red-room-thing shall clear a bit for you.

Day two, Murama High, 8:35.

Today I'm planning to play nice. I was lucky enough no one understood of about my little accident with that guy I was gonna hit and Kisame yesterday. At first I thought poor bastard's classmates will go and tell principle Tsunade, but luckily for me, as I was told, they were actually quite disappointed I didn't hit him. So that was some good luck there, but I'm sure it won't last. That's why I will try be extra cautious today. Especially at lunch time, when we'll have an Akatsuki meeting in the cafeteria.. It's really not my thing to be the nice guy but there's one thing that matters - I'll go to the red room. For now, however, I'm not doing any good, because I'm pretty late for school.

Art cabinet, 10:45.

Now, art is my thing. It's not like we do any incredibly interesting things there but it's a way to release the steam. Today we're drawing trapped birds. The one I'm working on right now looks kinda good, the shadows and the highlights are at a very high level. Being late (and quite handsome, if I must say) got some girls attention and now I'm completely surrounded. Which quite obviously irritated the quite nice looking blond haired guy next to the window.. he really does look pretty angry. But what's his problem? Oh? He's standing up.. guess the mystey's about to be revealed.

'Will you PLEASE keep your fangirls out of the room?!'

'Hmm?' I turned toward him. 'Have a problem?'

His face turned even redder.. like it'll explode any moment now. Nice shade of red, I must say.. But I've had enough of these superficial bitches too.

'Now girls, go at your desks, I have to finish my birdie.' I smiled arrogantly. That will make him even angrier. One last push and he's burning~.

'Hey brat, you're doing a seriously shitty job with the shadows.' Now that did it. I can feel heat around him already.

...is he not gonna say anythi-?

'Well, let's fucking see your masterpiece..' Finally came around to it, hah. But he won't find anything out of place in my art, that brat. It's perfect, really!

He looked at my drawing for a few seconds then-

'Your wing, the way it's tilted to one side, it's simply physically impossible if not broken.'

Like hell it is. He didn't even believe his own words, did he?!

'Hm.' What a jerk, pissing me already. 'It's still better that yours.'

'You wish.'

'But I wonder, why fire exactly?'

'Because art is fleeting. Duh.' Stupid much?

'Well you're even more idiotic that I thought. Art is meant to last forever.' Is this guy serious or is he kidding? Fleeting? What the fuck. 'Even our looks on art cannot differ more. You sure are dumb' Oh he's getting even redder!. Should I splash him with cold water or call the fire brigade?

'You bastard..'

Still not exploding. Maybe one last...

'DING, DING, DING, DING!'

Fucking school bell. Should have worked faster..

Careteria, Akatsuki table, 11:30 AM

I really do feel safe at the Akatsuki table. Hidden in the very end of the cafeteria, not seen from the entrance. Pretty nice choice Pain did here. I was pretty surprised when Pain said he was planning to introduce me today. I thought we were going to discuss some of our victims but whatever. I heard from Konan that Akatsuki has two new members since I was out. I already met one of them - Hidan, that loud mouth. Doesn't know when to shut up. Now we are all waiting for the other one.. I wonder what does he look like. There's that idiot from the art class – Deidara, I heard his name was. After our argument I asked a few people and heard he beat up one student pretty badly. But... why is he heading towards this table? Can it be? No...

Deidara sat on the only free chair without even noticing me. Now this will sure be interesting.

'Members! Today..today I have very exciting news to tell you. I am glad to announce...' Deidara finally saw me. His expression is changing with every second~. '...an old member of the Akatsuki has been reunited with us - welcome Sasori!'

Damn it. Why don't I have a camera now - that expression, something between surprise, anger and guilt, is worth 10M.

'Close your mouth, brat.', I smirk. I have some unfinished work from the art class after all.

'Deidara, stop staring like an idiot' Pain glared.

Then..Something in Deidara's whole appearance changed. Like in front of me was staying his poker-face calmer twin brother.

'Pain..is that all?'

'Hm?' Now that was point for him. Now my expression is surely pretty strange too. But how can he..do that..?

'Yes. You are free to leave.'

By the end of this sentence Deidara was already half way to the exit.

After his fast leave I had a small talk with Konan and understood a little bit more about him. He will is a difficult case to crack. The rest of the day was bearable. I had English (this time I didn't make the same mistake with Konan), Biology and Physics. And as I normally don't mind the girls' attention, in the last lessons I got quite the clue just how annoying these creatures can be. One of them, named Ino, was basically running from me to Sasuke, and back. I was sure I'd kill her, if only she wasn't such a pain in the ass for Sasuke too. I don't really like him very much, that is. And seeing him even more annoyed that me was lifting my mood, so that was a plus. Anyway, nothing of that matters now because... I'm finally in the red room.

Red room, unknown location, 8:00 PM

And now it's time for me to unleash my dark side. I might look and behave strange sometimes. But...that's nothing compared to myself now. When I'm in the red room. When I can give justice my way. See, the red room, or whatever colour it is, is a very special place for all of us in Akatsuki. Here we're truly ourselves and can do some pretty damn creepy stuff without being blamed by anyone. All of the people that die in these rooms are.., how can I say..., useless, unneeded. They are criminals abandoned or betrayed by their families and the close ones to them. They have no one more to care for them, no one to be sad when they suddenly ...disappear. These people often have killed someone or somehow caused pain to someone. And when they do that and manage to escape the law come we. We punish them better that any can... and as well... we don't give second chances. At least not exactly.

My room is the red room. A pretty small one, without any windows, just an autopsy table and a small drawer, in which I keep a sharp knife, chains and a few syringes. There is also a curtain that separates part of the room. When you come in the strong smell of blood, partly rotten flesh and a chemical hits you in the nose. In that room I do the thing I live for. Every miserable person who enters the room with me...is cut into seven major pieces - legs, arms, head, torso, pelvis. Then I remove the insides and threat every part with special chemical, so that they look plastic. And now the interesting part. Behind the curtains. There is my collection of body parts I use to assemble puppets with. Human puppets. There I have a number of parts, enough for me to assemble 100 puppets. And I can make these now dead people into something useless, something they never been before. That's kind a way to give second chance. And that is what I call art, what I call my art.

My victim today is an example from the second group. After murdering his wife and his little kid, his parents run away and hide from fear. Till now he walked freely down the streets with all the innocent people. Now, in that exact moment, Yukama Hiroto lies on the autopsy table with his head, arms and legs securely tied. And I'm in the shadows, sharpening my knife. Shall I wake him up or leave him unconscious. No. He needs to suffer. Murdering his own little child deserves all the suffering. Okay then. I'll wait 15 more minutes and he'll be fully awake.

20 Minutes later

Done. There was screaming, shouting, tears and anger. He almost broke the chains, damn that man really wanted to live. But he couldn't. And he's no longer alive. His parts are currently sprayed with the chemical and are hanging behind the curtains. They will 10 more hours and they'll be ready..to assemble puppets. To become true art.

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