And the dreaming begins. Just to make things clear, it's a memory (which is why it's in Italics). All will be revealed in the end, and your world will finally make sense again [unlike my mind]. Now let's quit stallin' and get inside that insane head of Hoshi. Don't worry Hoshi, I still love you -Not really.
"I turned off the lamp and just like the lamp, I was out like a night; and dreamland washed over me."
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The smirk was widening. I think I liked it better when he was stoic. I gulped. "So, seeing as how you owe me...how would you like to work for me as one of the Akatsuki?"
"And what if I refuse...?" my eyebrow raised.
"Deidara...Hidan...step outside for a moment."
"Hai." both men shivered, hastily retreating outside the room for in fear of what he was going to do.
Oh I really needa shut my big mouth sometimes don't I? Too late...Besides, what's the wrost he could do? He needs me right? That's why he offered me to join. There's no way he could kill me in any way. But withhim...I'm not so sure...
"What if I say...that I can give you your arm back...? The one you so desire..." he coaxed.
Saying I was stunned must've been the most understatement of the understatement of the understatement of all time. "W-Wha...? You...tha-...it's logically impossible!"
"Maybe. But I...am KAMI-SAMA! Anything is possible with me. So, what do you say...?" his smirk dripped of malice.
"I..."
I was lost for words, how would he be able to do that? There was no way! There was just no way! But, what if what he saids is true? What if hecan give me back my arm? It's worth a shot isn't it? Isn't it...? If it is then why am I hesitating? And why do I have such a horrid feeling? Maybe I should take a chance right? After all, what've I got to lose?
"Just your life. And your freedom. Among other things too." a voice in the back of my head said nonchalantly.
Well, if it's a chance, even an impossible chance, I should take it. Right? Well, here goes nothing.
"I...I accept." my voice croaked. Why was my throat dry all of a sudden? Why do I feel like I lost? Why do I feel as if I'm defying everything I live by? Why...? It's worth it if I could get back my arm right?
The creeper's grin grows larger each and every second, a grin that the Cheshire Cat would be jealous of. I swear, if he grins anymore, his grin will soon touch his ears and his face'll freeze like that if any longer.
And there goes the mouse trap people. SNAP. And I was the mouse. I've got anextremelybad feeling. This can NOT end well. How did I get myself into this mess?
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I awoke with a start, sweat beading down my forehead. I take deep, calm breaths. Sighing, I ruffle my hair with my left hand. I closed my eyes in deep thought. Then realization hit me like a freight train going 400 mps (miles per second). I decided against fainting.
Instead, I screamed. Bloody. Fuckin'. Murder.
The parallel universe must've heard my scream. Everyone rushed to my room, with the exception of Pein. Even a beautiful blue haired woman, who I assumed was Konan, was there, Hell, she was first. She scrambled in right of me, banging my door open as loud as thunder. The sight of me staring at my two hands like a freak must've got her to think I was crazy. Hidan and Deidara were stuck in the doorway, fighting and struggling to get free. They rushed in at the same time that they must've gotten stuck because of the other.
"What's the matter Hoshi?" Konan asked calmly, well, as calmly as you can get with a weirdo staring at her hands like they were diamonds and rubies. (No Kakuzu-san I'm not being serious.)
I jumped up and hugged her around her neck faster than the speed of lightning. Okay maybe "hugged" is the wrong term. "Death squeezed". Again I screamed, though not as loud as the first time.
"H-H-os-hii...y-y-y-you're...c-choking...m-meee...D-D-dy-iiingg..." Konan managed to squeak out as I death squeezed her to the floor while her hand was weakly raised as if trying to get my attention.
"What the fuck is going on?" Hidan eyed us weirdly.
"Yeah Hoshi, why'd you scream so loudly? You woke Tobi up." Tobi asked.
I finally let go of Konan. Poor Konan, I never felt sorrier for anyone else. Her usually neat bun was out of place with some strands of hair covered her face. The spot where I death hugged her neck was bruised purple like an eggplant and she had skin that could compare to Kisame-san. Some drool hung near her lip seeing as how her saliva failed to travel down her throat since I was preventing it (Heh...my bad?) and her eyes were wide with white and no pupils. Her index finger twitched from time to time as she was on my bedroom floor and still held it up to her neck as if she were still standing.
"Heh...my...bad..." as I stared in horror. I began apologizing frantically and profusely as I helped her up. She began fixing her self.
"It's okay, Hoshi. Why were you screaming though?" she asked.
The other members murmured in agreement and were apparently impatient about it.
I screamed, "I GOT MY LEFT ARM BACK!" as I ran to hug the closest people around me, which were unfortunately Hidan and Deidara-kun.
They reacted the same way Konan did. If not, worse. Hidan was about to scream out countless profanities but unfortunately passed out before he got the chance. Deidara the same. Everyone got a laugh at their expressions and some were questioning me on how I got my arm back.
"I...I don't know actually..." I said, dumbfounded at the thought.
"Maybe Akatsuki is just good luck for Hoshi-chan!" Tobi chirped.
I patted Tobi-kun's head, "Maybe." I grinned.
After the excitement though, everyone left since I screamed bloody murder at fuckin' 4 a.m. However, the most unexpected thing during that little "excitement" was that Sasori-san looked most pleased. He had that same gleam in his eye as did Hidan and Deidara-kun when they talked about their..."fetishes" (1). I wonder why. Was there some secret? Wanting to ask him about it, I hurriedly walked towards his room. The only way I knew where to go was because of his chakra signature.
Politely, I knocked on his door. It opened to reveal none other than the man himself, Akasuna no Sasori.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, quite irritated actually.
"Ano (2)...why were you so...excited when I got my left arm back?" I asked, nervous if I was agitating him.
He sighed, "Come in. I'll show you the reason..." as he opened the door wider, beckoning for me to come in.
In his room was a bed, a wardrobe, two doors leading elsewhere, and a desk scattered with blueprints and a lamp with a cup of pencils next to it. He walked towards one of the doors leading elsewhere, gesturing me to come with his tail. Wait...TAIL? It was a tail made of iron, and by the looks of it, it was extendable. Now that I paid extra extra attention to him, I could hear a thunk almost nonexistent. Could it be, that Sasori-san was hiding in a puppet?
"You know, I hate to be kept waiting and to make others wait..." Sasori-san growled.
Right, don't made him mad. As I followed him to the door, he opened it with his tail. If Sasori-san was inside of a puppet, then he must be extremely skilled to move his puppet's tail with such ease and grace. He entered the door, and I took it as a sign to follow him. Inside, there were hundreds of puppets. They all looked so real apart from the tannish brown wood. Their eyes...they were so unfeeling, they mirrored their eternal lives. Never decaying, never dying. And can always be rebuilt if they're damaged. But, why was Sasori-san showing me this?
"Did you take a good look at your arm?" Sasori-san questioned me, jolting to a final stop in front of a table.
"N-no..." I stutter, taken back by the silence being broken.
I looked more closely at the table. There were hammers and pieces of wood, along with some screwdrivers. And sandpaper were atop of some planks.
"Hmm...go ahead. Take a good, long look at it." he suggested.
I wondered why he would mention such a thing, especially in this...workshop of some sort, probably a puppet workshop. But nonetheless I obeyed his command. I lifted up Konan's T-Shirt's sleeve, and my eyes widened. I have never been so...disappointed, ashamed, or devastated in my whole life. Now I knew what Leader-sama meant when he said that I could get back my arm. Why I had that nagging and disgusting feeling. Why Sasori-san had looked so proud. Instead of human flesh, it was wood. Connected to a wooden joint in my shoulders, which were also wood. I was wood itself. I was a puppet. A damn Jashin forsaken puppet.
"No...no...NO! NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" I tried to deny the fact, hoping if I do so, it wouldn't be true, "W-why...? I'm so stupid..." I muttered.
If I could, I was sure that I'd start forming tears and crying. But nooo, I was incapable of that because I'ma damn puppet. Gee thanks Sasori-san...
Sasori-san spoke, "Why're you sad? Being part of my ultimate art is such a great honor! In fact...I, myself am truly honored that I can be a part of my brilliant art."
Did he just say what I thought he said? Or am I going insane and deaf at the same time? Before I could ask him what he meant, the back of Sasori-san opened. So it was true, he was inside a puppet. A red-head man crawled out of the shell. In fact, he was quite handsome to say the least. He had chocolate brown eyes and long lashes that girls would die for. His crimson unkempt hair looked like perfection, like it was meant just for him. He had an Akatsuki cloak, even though he was hidden in that empty, hollow shell.
He must've noticed me staring at that thing with disgust because he stated, "That's Hiruko. He's my favorite puppet actually. A puppet master's dream, to use an offensive and defensive puppet and eliminating the option of killing the puppet master itself in battle. A beauty isn't it?"
I remark blandly, "It's a shell. An empty, hollow, unfeeling shell."
Sasori-san seemed disappointed at my remark. "Isn't that part of its beauty? After all, unfeeling is the best. Human emotions get in the way of things. It's...a hindrance. Absolutely useless in every single way."
"Human emotions may be a hindrance. It may be useless. But at least it makes life worth while to live."
"Heh, silly little incompetent girl. How can emotions make life worth while to live? All you need to live is food, water, and sunlight. Also, art is a must too...And speaking of that, if you were a puppet, which you are, you could get rid of all the hindrances. It's handy in battle too. Food and water, such an errand to stop by and eat and drink during a mission. It wastes time really. Money too. Also, as a puppet you'll never get exhausted. You'll have the infinite stamina. You can fight for many millennia and never tire. Literally. And if you get damaged, you can always repair and fix yourself. You'll never die that way either. You can also never feel pain."
Seeing as how I'm a little masochist, I've taken offense to that.
"Not dying just because you're a cold, heartless puppet? That's probably the worst way to be immortal."
"Insolent girl. You're lucky that Leader-sama forbids us to kill you. Or else you'd be dead right now. (3) Why do you even want to be human?"
"Not feeling...it's a cruel cruel fate. You'll never be able to hold your loved ones. Or hug your friends. Or even high five them. At least, you'll never feel it. It's like your a hollow shell. A shell of nothingness. Just a husk. That cold fate. Why would anyone want that? I'm sure you've got loved ones, or you used to. Didn't you ever want them to love you and hold you in their arms? Why have you given up the privilege of that? To feel their warmth against your skin. To know they're right there, by your side no matter what. Supporting you through everything and every choice you make. Or being there, trying to stop you from making stupid decisions that you'll regret for the rest of your life. Why...?"
I took my eyes off the ground and looked at Sasori-san. My nerves went ice cold, oh wait. I don't have nerves anymore. Thanks to a certain someone...If looks could kill, I'd be dead in less than a millisecond. Sasori's death glare was beyond what it normally would be. The intensity was so much that I seemed to falter under it. Wide eyed, I took a step back, and some more, until I was back to his room's door that led to the hallway, with him taking his steps forward as he cornered me. I stared horrified of his glare.
"Never, speak of my "loved ones" like that, and that fucking bullshit about being touched and loved by them, ever again." he spoke through clenched teeth.
His aura was murderous, if Leader-sama hadn't laid down the rules of no one killing me, I'd be Sasori-san's rag doll for sure. He was growing more and more impatient and terrifyingly infuriated.
"Is that clear?" he demanded.
I slowly nodded my head, sweat covering through every part of my body.
"Now get out of my damn sight. You make me sick." scowled Sasori-san.
I whimpered slightly, barely audible as I nodded my head slowly once again. Oh how I hated how he made me so weak. I reached for the doorknob behind my back and found it. Slowly turning it, I opened the door and slowly backed out of Sasori's room, still mortified at the event that just occurred. Closing the door, I walked back to my room with the pace of a zombie.
As I opened the door to my bedroom, I fell onto the bed, face first with my legs dangling at the edge of the bed to the floor. Still thinking of Sasori-san's angered outburst like that, I can't seem to fall asleep. What's this scary feeling? Why am I scared of him? Why does it hurt me to see him like this? Why are all my questions always left unanswered...? Before I could ponder more, I drifted back to sleep. This time full of nightmares.
(1) -I know what you're thinking, "fetishes" as in those obsessions that arouse sexual emotions. No. Just...no. For my definition, it's just an unusual obsession without anything sexual. Jashin damn...just...fuckin' Hell no.
(2) - Ano means "Umm" in Japanese
(3) -Even though Sasori said the "You can't be killed thing", it's still possible for Hoshi to die, for those who're unclear about this, because Sasori gave Hoshi the heart compartment much like his, just with a different kanji that saids "star" (because that's what Hoshi means).
Ehh...sorry I made Sasori so...un-Sasori-like with the mad thing. But it was needed I guess. If you guys are confused at the beginning, that was a missing part for the "Kidnapped" chapter at the end. If you noticed, the first paragraph for this chapter was the second to last paragraph for the "Kidnapped" chapter and the last paragraph for the dream is the same as the last sentence for the "Kidnapped" chapter. It was left out for a purpose. And this is that purpose. I thought it'd just make things clearer for this chapter. Oh yeah, sorry if there were any second person pronouns, I used to write Roleplay and I don't think I'm back to writing to first person yet. So I apologize for that. I'll try to reread over my work and make it error free. I think I'm done with my rant. Hope you guys enjoyed reading~