The art of perfection

Sasori loved puppets. They were so humanlike but at the same time did not share the bitter qualities that made humans so weak. They were not full of hatred (they weren’t full of love either). They did not speak bitter words (they did not speak ones full of love either). They did not hurt him with their cold eyes (they did not heal him with their warm ones either).They did not draken his heart with their lies (they did not lighten it either). They were so humanlike but at the same time, not. They were emotionless. They were perfect.

He met her. She was everything he hated (and everything he loved). She was full of hatred (she was full of love too). She spoke bitter words (and loving ones as well). She hurt him with her glares (and healed him with her ones glances). She darkened his heart with her lies (she brought light into it with her love). Her viridian eyes would always show what she felt. She felt. she was human. She was imperfect.

Sasori wondered. How with his want, no need of perfection, he could fall in love with such an imperfect being. She was weak. She was a great ninja with a lot of potential, but her feelings made her weak (they made her strong as well). He had noticed it from the beginning. She was unusual. She had pink hair for fucks sake. It nearly blinded him with it’s brightness (It was beautiful). She was loud. She spoke with such an annoying voice (It was the sweet sound of wind chimes). She trusted too easily (like he couldn’t). She cried too easily (he never wanted to see tears mar her beautiful face ever again). Maybe Sasori wasn’t so perfect either.

He finished the mission and went back to the base (as if he could be killed off so easily). His puppets were still there, still the same. But they felt emptier. In a fit of temper he “borrowed” Deidaras clay and tried to explode them all. Because he finally saw what the puppets really were. They were empty shells that could not comfort him. They could not speak loving words to him. They did not hold the gleam of life that her eyes did. Hell probably no one else in the world held that gleam. They were lifeless. empty. So empty.

When leader-sama asked why Sasori did not use his puppets as much anymore, his only reply was “because it would be an insult to her”. Leader-sama never brought it up again.

A/N: Dedicated to Gigicerisier who has infected me with the SasoSaku disease. Blah. Review damnit. I live off them. I’m review whore! This story was created when I was coffee high. I you don’t review, don’t be surprised if Bob, my pet hobo comes to give you a special visit.