Gallery
It was a private place. One of secrets and hidden from most. A place only those closest to them knew about.
A place where they stored their art, the good, the bad, the unfinished, the abandoned, those which could not be shown to others . . .
Their own personal galleries of work. They each had one.
For Sai it was his house, and his room when he was still a member of ROOT. Sketches and paintings covered the walls. Tiny ink animals roamed freely, and in pride of place sat the storybook of he and his brother, open to the page where they reunited once more.
Deidara's was a cave, one he created himself. The remainders of explosions marked the walls and statues watched over the pieces of pottery forgotten when their creator defected.
Sasori's was a giant room hidden deep below Suna, pieces of puppets hung from the walls and ceiling. And in the middle of the room stood the most perfect version of his puppet self he had created. The one he hadn't used for fear of marring its perfection.
And Kankuro used his office as head of Suna's Puppeteer Division. Scrolls, each with a puppet sealed within sat in neat rows, waiting for their turn to be needed. From the ceiling he had suspended Crow, the first puppet he had used.