This story is getting' mushy. Oh well, what can I expect? Maybe I should start an Angst story next. Oh yeah, heads up people. If you like my story, then I'm deciding to write a new one! It's gonna be HidanOC. The idea is completely original. Well, I'm pretty sure it is. I never saw or read any fanfics in all my life that used it. So it's going to be published right after I wrap this baby up.
"Sasori-san's eyes widened for a second. When I looked up to see why, I didn't realize it but somehow, I had wrapped my arms around his neck, my wooden body pressing against his. And my head had looked up from its spot in his chest.
I blushed beat red, "G-gomennasai Sasori-san!", loosening my grip around his neck.
"N-no..." he said.
Confused, I was about to ask him what he meant, until he startled me by placing his hands on my arm, firmly keeping them in their spot. I looked up at him, his eyes were shadowed, but somehow, he still managed to look peaceful. I eased into the position, placing my head on his chest."
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Hoshi
After half an hour of lying on Sasori-san's chest, I lifted my head up to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked so serene and calm, as if he was having a pleasant dream. Since when did puppets sleep? Oh well, maybe I should just leave him alone. My arms had moved their way to his lower torso a few minutes ago. I gently unwrapped them and quietly got up from his legs which I was sitting on for the past half hour. Good thing no one walked in on us or it would've given them the wrong idea; my right leg was over his left leg while my left leg bound to his right with my arms around his lower abdomen.
I realized my hand was on his wrist, so as delicately as I could, I lifted it up. Suddenly, Sasori-san's hand shot forward to grab my wrist. Had I awakened him? I looked back at his face, his eyes were still closed. Maybe a dream?
"Hoshi...stay..." Sasori-san mumbled.
My eyes widened, and immediately, I felt heat resonating through my body; particularly towards my face. How lucky was I for him to still be asleep. I picked his fingers off my wrist and placed it on his stomach. Quietly, I sneaked towards his door, careful not to disturb him. As I walked out and silently closed the door, I took one long last look at him before completely confining him in his own room. I crept to my room through the many hallways. I had passed the living room, looking at the clock to see what time it was. 4 a.m. with everyone passed out in the living room. Kisame-san hogged the couch. Deidara was leaning on top of the couch, his arms stretched and rested on Kisame-san's head and stomach. Hidan sprawled onto the floor on his back, drooling and creating a pool of drool under his mouth. Konan passed out on the armchair while Kakuzu-san laid on the floor on his sides. Zetsu was leaning on the TV unconscious. As I looked around though, there was one person missing. Where the fuck was Tobi?
"He must be in his room." I murmured, quietly walking towards my room.
When I opened my door however, I nearly got knocked unconscious. You must be guessing that it was Tobi. Sadly, no. As I opened the door, shopping bags glomped me, covering me from head to toe. I really gotta clean up this mess. So for the next 2 hours, I spent it on organizing my room. The clothes were neatly piled in the closet. A huge plant covered the right side of my bed while another was next to my two doors. A pot of amazon lily flowers sat on the top shelf of my desk. Books were alphabetized in my bookshelf leaning against the walls. There was a cabinet that was filled with art supplies as well as a canvas on the wooden painting board stand. Though there were sketchpads and an extra cup of pencils beneath my bed. Sitting in the corner was an Ibanez AW300 Artwood Dreadnought left-handed Acoustic Guitar, a KORG M50-88 88 Key Synth Workstation Music Keyboard leaning against the wall beside the guitar, and a silver Gemeinhardt 3SB Conservatory Model Flute, B Footjoint lying on its side next to the flowers on top of the shelf.
"Perfect." I breathed, throwing my weapon pouch onto the nightstand next to my bed.
I let myself my fall on my back onto my soft bed. I decided to draw in my brand new sketchpad. Reaching from under the bed, I pulled out the sketchpad and a sharp pencil. Hmm...what to draw though...? Oh! I got it! This'll be perfect. Some contour lines here, a few streaks there, maybe some shading over in this area, let's outline this spot, maybe darkening over here'd be nice. Done!
Now that I've finished half of my sketchpad, there's nothing else to do really. Maybe I should try sleeping. I think I'll close my eyes and try to feel like I'm sleeping. It's worth a try isn't it? And besides, Sasori-san looked like he was sleeping, so I might be able to do it too. Darkness was all I saw as my eyelids closed.
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"Ohayou Hoshi-chan~" Tobi said, hurling himself at me as I curled into a ball in my sleep.
As his mask made contact to my face and his body slammed into mine, pain was all I could feel.
"Tobi!" I whacked him upside the head, "That hurt, dammit!"
Wait...pain? Feel? Hurt? Did I just felt what I think I felt? I scrambled to my feet, rushing over to the nightstand. Opening the weapon pouch, I reached inside, pulling out what felt like a handle of a kunai. I placed the pouch back on the nightstand and held out my left arm horizontally, clutching the kunai, I slashed down on the arm, hard. Sliding the kunai over my arm, I became enthralled as the dark crimson liquid dripped from the blade and my arm. Tobi seemed disturbed at my delight. I didn't care, I brought my arm up to my lips, my tongue sticking out to taste the beloved drink. I relished it, and sucked out every bit of blood I could muster from my arm (1). Never had I been so delighted to drink my own blood. And that's saying a lot.
I had finished licking off all traces of blood on my arm and kunai when Tobi asked, "Uh, what's Hoshi-chan doing?"
"Trying to shower. Get out Tobi." I answered.
"Oh. Okay! Tobi will be a good boy and get out." complied Tobi as I walked to my closet.
I locked the door for privacy and gathered my clothes. Inside the bathroom I went and showered. After that relaxing hot shower, I got dressed, put on my Akatsuki cloak, and headed towards Sasori-san's room. I wanted to ask him how this was possible. When I reached his room however, he was sound asleep like a baby. My mouth twitched into a smile, my legs moving toward him. I went over to his bed, pulling off the covers I once sat on. I came over to him and gently placed the covers on him. I couldn't help myself but touch his cheeks with my hands.
My hopes of asking Sasori-san about this topic failed. Maybe Leader-sama would know. He is the Leader for fuck's sake. As silently as I could, I carefully stepped out of the room and closed the door. This was going to be a long walk to Leader-sama's office...Better get going.
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Knock knock.
"Come in." came Leader-sama's voice.
I turned the doorknob, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind me.
"Ah, Hoshi. Is there anything I can do for you?" asked Leader-sama.
"I...wanted to know, how is it possible? How am I human? Did Sasori-san have anything to do with this?" I questioned the man.
"So...you've noticed. The answer is simple. When Sasori turned himself into a human puppet, he had a reversal Jutsu, to make himself human again if he wished. But it would only work once on each person. He decided to create this Jutsu since he wasn't sure if he could stand being a puppet, but he surpassed his own expectations."
"Oh, I see. Did he, by the way, turn himself human?" I asked expectantly.
Leader-sama cocked an eyebrow, "Now why would he ever do that?"
My hopes fell. "Oh...no reason. I was just curious."
Leader-sama nodded, "Is that all?"
"Hai. Thank you Leader-sama." I bowed and left the room.
I sighed as I walked towards the kitchen. I was stupid for thinking that he'd turn human just for me. That was such a foolish thought. No way would it even be possible. And why for me? It's not like he'd like me or anything. Love can do such foolish things to a person can't they? I should've known better. Sasori-san doesn't even seem like the type to love. I guess what they say is true; dreams are dreams because it'll never become reality.
A quite furious outburst snapped me back to reality though. It seems that Hidan was fighting with Kakuzu-san.
"You fuckin' cheap ass! Why don't you go out and buy more groceries? We need FOOD dammit! You fuckin' cheap ass old fucker." Hidan yelled.
Kakuzu-san seemed annoyed, "Why don't YOU go fuckin' buy it? I'm not the one who wants food here."
"Well if you'd just gimme the damn money then maybe I will!" Hidan fumed.
Kakuzu growled, "Give you money? I think I'd rather run around the Fire Country 5 times, naked."
Hidan opened his mouth to shout something but I intervened. "Ahem."
They both turned their heads to look at me, "Maybe I can solve this...dilemma."
"How?" they said in unison.
I reached in my pants pocket, pulling out a handful of money. Kakuzu's eyes morphed into money signs as they both jumped at me. Just when Kakuzu was about to steal it, Hidan snatched it from my hand.
"Ha! Take that you old fucker! This money's goin' to food." Hidan laughed at Kakuzu, who was now currently on the floor.
"Shut up you stupid albino." he growled.
"Come on Hoshi. Let's go buy some damn food." Hidan marched to the door.
I shrugged and followed him, calling out behind me, "Sorry Kakuzu-san." and ran to catch up to Hidan.
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Sasori
Opening my chocolate brown eyes, a sight of my covers covering me came into view. Where was Hoshi? I must've fell asleep and she left. I grabbed the covers and neatly folded them on the bed. I should go to her room and thank her. I got up and opened the door, locking it after I left. Great, now to walk all the way over there to her room.
Knock knock knock.No answer. What was that girl doing? I turned the doorknob and pushed slightly, opening the door. Empty. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. It seems that she's been decorating her room. I scanned my eyes over her room. A guitar, keyboard, and flute? Interesting. Maybe she does sing. I'll have to ask her that later. A canvas? So she likes art. Very interesting. When I looked over her room once more, something caught my eye. What was that on her bed? A sketchpad?
I walked over, picking up the sketchpad that laid there in the open. Turning the pages, my mouth slightly opened as I gaped. Sure her drawings were good. In fact, they were perfect. It looked just like what it was suppose to be. But what shocked me most was that she drew mostly portraits of all the Akatsuki, and most of them...were of me.
(1) - Meap. Sorry I made her seem like such a vampire, and so bloodthristy too! But that's part of her (and my) character so I couldn't help it. If I freaked you guys out. Good! Naw just kiddin', sorry bout that.
Well this chapter wasn't really anything interesting, nothing really happened. But I wanted to include it anyway, for all those people who love cheesy stuff. Anyways, I'd like to thank glitterthorn for favorating this story! And for acting as my unofficial beta. Also thank you D.S. Willow for adding this story to your alerts. Thank you all for reading. Till next time!