Post by Rockinmuffin on May 12, 2007 17:43:01 GMT -5
I decided that I wanted to experiment more with drabbles, which are basically writing blurbs that are less than 1000 words. The entire Akatsuki are my obsession and I love them all which is why I decided to write this. It also gives me a chance to write about characters I haven't done much work with yet.
This chapter is a semi-angsty You x Sasori drabble. Enjoy.
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You gulped as you stared up at the mahogany door, your fist shaking only inches away from it as you hesitated to knock upon the wooden surface. You took another minute to collect yourself before gently rapping against the hardwood door.
“…Who is it?” questioned the strong, lazy drawl from behind the door.
“I-it’s me, Sasori-san.” You silently cursed your stutter as you waited for his response.
“…Come in.”
You turned the handle, pulling the door open slowly with a creak. You stepped in the room and swiftly closed the door behind you, knowing that Sasori enjoyed his privacy. You watched him silently as he worked meticulously at his desk, working on creating a miniature marionette.
You were thankful you hadn’t caught him while he was working on one of his once-human puppets; the sight of him hacking away at the insides of corpses had always made you queasy and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by fainting in front of Sasori.
“Um, Sasori-san…” He gave no hint that he was listening to your words, but you continued nonetheless. “I have some questions to ask you; questions that only you would know the answer to.”
“Oh?” the puppeteer asked, amused. “And what is it that you felt was so important that you had to come and disturb me from my work?”
“Well, I… I was wondering, um…”
Sasori sighed impatiently. “I suggest you ask your question now before I grow angry. You know how much I hate people wasting my time.”
You took a short moment to push back your nervousness; you would’ve given yourself more time, however, Sasori’s indignant snort reminded you that you were low on time.
“Sasori-san,” you started, twiddling your thumbs nervously, “Can puppets feel?”
Sasori stopped what he was doing, abruptly setting his miniature puppet down on his desk before turning to you with a raised brow. “Can puppets feel?” he asked, repeating your question. “That’s a vague question; care to elaborate?”
You flushed, feeling quite stupid at the moment, but continued on anyway. “Can puppets feel? Like, emotionally and physically. Can you feel happiness, sadness? If I were to slap you right now would you feel the sting against your cheek?”
Sasori seemed amused.
“You really are a stupid child.”
You looked up at him, frightened and curious by his dark tone.
“I feel nothing. This body is made from wood. Even if it were to be smashed and shattered into thousands of tiny splints, I still wouldn’t feel any pain. Burn me alive, throw me in a wood chipper, or whittle away at my body until there’s nothing left but sawdust… The outcome will always be the same; I’ll feel nothing.”
“B-but…” You nearly lost your nerves to speak when you noticed his gaze focus lazily on you but somehow managed to push away your fears. “But all you described were physical feelings. Surely you can feel emotions-”
“Puppets have no emotions” he interrupted, a scowl marring his features, though not taking away from his unnatural beauty. He pushed you out of his room violently and slammed the mahogany door an inch away from your face, nearly breaking your nose in the process.
You sighed as you turned away and slumped down with your back against the door to his room. An image of the look on his face lingering in your mind’s eye.
It was true; puppets have no emotions, but Sasori wasn’t really a puppet. He was born a human, just like everyone else, even if his body was no longer flesh and blood.
Sasori could feel; he was just too afraid to let anybody know.
This chapter is a semi-angsty You x Sasori drabble. Enjoy.
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You gulped as you stared up at the mahogany door, your fist shaking only inches away from it as you hesitated to knock upon the wooden surface. You took another minute to collect yourself before gently rapping against the hardwood door.
“…Who is it?” questioned the strong, lazy drawl from behind the door.
“I-it’s me, Sasori-san.” You silently cursed your stutter as you waited for his response.
“…Come in.”
You turned the handle, pulling the door open slowly with a creak. You stepped in the room and swiftly closed the door behind you, knowing that Sasori enjoyed his privacy. You watched him silently as he worked meticulously at his desk, working on creating a miniature marionette.
You were thankful you hadn’t caught him while he was working on one of his once-human puppets; the sight of him hacking away at the insides of corpses had always made you queasy and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by fainting in front of Sasori.
“Um, Sasori-san…” He gave no hint that he was listening to your words, but you continued nonetheless. “I have some questions to ask you; questions that only you would know the answer to.”
“Oh?” the puppeteer asked, amused. “And what is it that you felt was so important that you had to come and disturb me from my work?”
“Well, I… I was wondering, um…”
Sasori sighed impatiently. “I suggest you ask your question now before I grow angry. You know how much I hate people wasting my time.”
You took a short moment to push back your nervousness; you would’ve given yourself more time, however, Sasori’s indignant snort reminded you that you were low on time.
“Sasori-san,” you started, twiddling your thumbs nervously, “Can puppets feel?”
Sasori stopped what he was doing, abruptly setting his miniature puppet down on his desk before turning to you with a raised brow. “Can puppets feel?” he asked, repeating your question. “That’s a vague question; care to elaborate?”
You flushed, feeling quite stupid at the moment, but continued on anyway. “Can puppets feel? Like, emotionally and physically. Can you feel happiness, sadness? If I were to slap you right now would you feel the sting against your cheek?”
Sasori seemed amused.
“You really are a stupid child.”
You looked up at him, frightened and curious by his dark tone.
“I feel nothing. This body is made from wood. Even if it were to be smashed and shattered into thousands of tiny splints, I still wouldn’t feel any pain. Burn me alive, throw me in a wood chipper, or whittle away at my body until there’s nothing left but sawdust… The outcome will always be the same; I’ll feel nothing.”
“B-but…” You nearly lost your nerves to speak when you noticed his gaze focus lazily on you but somehow managed to push away your fears. “But all you described were physical feelings. Surely you can feel emotions-”
“Puppets have no emotions” he interrupted, a scowl marring his features, though not taking away from his unnatural beauty. He pushed you out of his room violently and slammed the mahogany door an inch away from your face, nearly breaking your nose in the process.
You sighed as you turned away and slumped down with your back against the door to his room. An image of the look on his face lingering in your mind’s eye.
It was true; puppets have no emotions, but Sasori wasn’t really a puppet. He was born a human, just like everyone else, even if his body was no longer flesh and blood.
Sasori could feel; he was just too afraid to let anybody know.
Ever notice how the word "therapist" is just "the" and "rapist" put together? Think about it. 