A/N: This was written very randomly today. I had a muse bite me that wanted a Konan centric fanfic. I will warn you, this is my first time portraying Konan AND my first fanfiction put into first person. I also put a little humor in it that may make her a BIT OOC, but not much.

This doesn’t really have any set parings, but it leans toward SasoKona near the end of the story, because that pair is so adorable!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, I just use the characters to create silly non-canon stories to fuel my creativity.

There’s an old saying that goes “Opposites attract”. I suppose that could be true enough for magnets, if you’re into knowing that stuff. Fact is fact, after all. It never changes.

Would the same really go for human beings? You’ve probably all heard of those dramatic mushy love stories about two opposites who end up together in the end, correct? Sadly, that hardly EVER happens in real life situations.

Are you surprised I even know that? True, it doesn’t’ really help being a member of the Akatsuki, where love is hardly ever spoken of. But out of all my travels through the years, usually consisting of gruesome missions of assassination, I came to know many kinds of women, whether it was a waitress of a tea house, or the manager of a hotel (when on weeklong missions). These types of people fascinated me because they were so different from one another. I grew up thinking that most women acted relatively the same way. They were all emotionally outspoken, weak, fragile, and insignificant.

Meeting these different kinds of people, I realized that I was only partially correct. That waitress in the tea house seemed so restrained and weak, yet her voice held a firm tone that let any customer know that she was no woman to mess with. The lady in the hotel, who was rather elderly, pushing around 70 years of age looked tired and irritated, but her posture was that of a statue, perfectly lined and unbending, one of the qualities rarely ever seen in a woman of such an age.

But what I really wanted to know was the type of woman that I was, and will be for the rest of my life. What was my purpose and how will I pursue that purpose and keep it alive and well? I think those questions and thoughts led me to accepting the Akatsuki, an organizations that was, before I came along, consisting of entirely all men. I made a promise that I was to prove myself worthy of men. I didn’t want to be thought of as just a weak little girl. Like the waitress and the hotel manager, they had tiny qualities that made them strong on the inside even though it made them seem weak on the outside. The girl looked so young and fragile, but had a voice or strength and cunning. The elderly lady with the tired eyes had such a confident and unmoving posture, that she knew her place in the world. She wasn’t afraid.

When I first joined the Akatsuki, I wasn’t entirely keen on the idea of having to hang around all of those men at once, who knew what kind of people they were? But still, I did find it quite interesting to figure out tiny details of each and every one of them, from the youngest to the oldest, it never got tiring to observe their behaviors.

But, naturally for every girl, hanging around nine men and not thinking too much about other foreign aspects of them can only go so far. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t some nasty lusting whore who was always looking for a “good time” around the hideout. The feelings were very subtle and very hard to describe. The younger men, like Deidara and Itachi, didn’t really interest me as much as they should have. You know what I mean! Seriously, who DOESN’T love men with long hair these days? Though, that feisty, uncontrollable, independent type, such as Deidara, really put a definite contrast to the quiet, calculating, cruel type that was Itachi. Deidara was very emotional, which (so sorry for him) sparked the conceived part of the group that thought he was more woman than man. But that wasn’t what turned me away. Deidara and Itachi, as different as they were, still shared the common fact of adolescence. I knew that I would probably never find the real truth to what part of their actions was themselves, or just hormones, but their actions just seemed far too predictable for me to handle. For that, I left them alone.

It always seemed a bit amusing to me how my partner, Pein chose how to pair the members up. He always put the younger ones with the older ones, a wise choice, in my opinion. For some strange reason, however, I was always attracted to the older ones. Kakuzu was an exception, because his greed turned me away. Plus, his overall personality really offset mine to the point that we never really got to finish a whole conversation if started one. The outcome was rather upsetting, for his behavior could rival Itachi’s in the “cruel and extremely unfeeling” department.

Speaking of unfeeling, I think that the one member who I found the most fascinating was Sasori of the Sand. Yeah, I know… typical, right? He probably had a horde of fangirls secretly ogling him from afar back in his day, but that was not what drew me closer to him. It wasn’t the fact that he was quiet and observing, but the fact that he could make a person evaluate their own soul, just like he once did when he decided to become a hard empty wooden shell. When fighting, he brought out so many things in people without even trying to. When we spar, I feel quite a feeling in me, an almost lightheaded state. In fact, sometimes when we do fight, we would have to stop for a few moments for me to calm down and close my eyes. These moments made me feel ashamed and my face would always flame. He would notice, but never say anything. After all, what could he say?

I found that his type of “art” made me feel a bit more confident, and it made me laugh inside to think that I’m using the same substance he uses for attacks, just in a slightly different form and way. He made me grateful for my own unique style of art, without even trying.

Remember when I said there was an old saying “opposites attract”? Well, that saying seems to be true with me and Sasori. Well, at least on my side anyway.

We both had our similarities. Very small ones, but similar. We were both pretty stoic in situations of great stress. I found it easier to keep my cool than to lose it altogether. I always wondered though, if Sasori could really help not caring about anything. He had a heart, but if used inhumanely, it could do much damage to a person. Or maybe I am just over-thinking this. I hear that people have souls in them. How sad it must be for him, even if he can’t really feel it.

Because who knows? Do we feel with our heart or our soul? I never really figured it out. What I did figure out, is that Sasori may very well feel with his mind, in a bizarre sort of way. He knows exactly what not to do with certain emotions he may have that are “leftover” from his experiment so long ago.

But I knew in my mind and heart that the feeling I had would never go beyond a childish longing. Puppets can’t feel, or more like, they aren’t supposed to. Because wasn’t that the whole reason he converted himself in the first place? To get away from that unbearable pain of losing someone close to you, someone you believed in with all your heart. Someone who just vanished away, without no real explanation of events. Sasori was a strange figure. His stoicism, like mine, made him have a different purpose in Akatsuki than everyone else. His complexity was enthralling and with each time I was near him, even if we didn’t say a word, his presence was all the reassurance I needed to remind myself of my own purpose.

It’s so strange how a person, even half a person like Sasori or the Sand, can change how you view yourself without even trying. We were opposite in a sense of character, but similar in a sense of attitude. That one simple fact is what makes me smile when I think opposites attract!

A/N: Well, I gotta say…I was kind of surprised how this little fic came out. Please tell me what you think about it. I REALLY REALLY want some feedback and constructive criticism. Please, don’t flame!