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Minami hated being fixed.

Every time Sasori tugged and tightened pieces of her arm, it felt like he was trying to needle her to death, threading some invisible stitch for no purpose other than punishment. At least she knew how to be quiet when he tuned her now; Minami gripped the edge of the stool with stillness befitting a puppet, rather than wriggling or whining or whatever it was ten-year-olds did. Sasori would never tolerate such behaviour, especially not on a mission. 

“Sor... Sorry...”

The words were slow, rounded by a childish tongue, but they were genuine. Her blunder was... Dumb. She was dumb! Only the dumbest of girls got grabbed by some horrible little man, letting them dislodge the blade their master worked so hard on! And on an important assignment too! What if she embarrased Sasori? What if she made him angry? Even if it was just them here, silent amongst the corpses of the cursed, that didn't help ease her worries.

Minami glanced at his face, at his eyes, at his mouth --- simmering desperation in her movements.

Deidara could never read his partners’ emotions, it was frustrating. The two would go on missions together for days on end, he dreaded each time more than the last. He felt so defeated by his partners' complete dissatisfaction in him. Never once did Itachi show interest in him, god forbid he had one good thing to say about his art. How was Deidara supposed to formulate witty remarks with such a cold dreary man. Although, deep down he was strangely jealous of the Uchiha clan-- it amazed him how they controlled their sadness and turned it into rage. 

There was a long pause of silence. An ominous voice broke from the corner of the room broke it. 

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Meme: Give My Muse Dating Advice

Status: Accepting

        “I have to finish my mission for Suna. I am not just going to run away from my mission. I have to finish it. It’s my duty.” It’s a challenge she’s set out for herself. She has absolutely no intentions of dating Sasori. That thought is far, far from her mind. However, if it gets to him somehow feeling that way, she’ll find a way to bail. 

Meme: Force The Truth

Status: Accepting

       This is a tough question. Her job title is a bit of a conundrum. As a kinochi she’s obligated to follow through on a mission. However, as a medic she’s taken a vow to save and not to kill.

       She’s killed Sasori once before with the help of Granny Chiyo. It had been a long and arduous fight; she was stronger now. She had the yin seal and full use of her chakra. She had neither of those things the first time she had fought him.

      “….yes. If it was my mission, I would do it. I did it before without hesitation. As for if I could do it, that would depend on what puppets Sasori was using and what upgrades he gave them. There are so many tricks and traps to them, I would have to be careful. Last time I had Granny Chiyo’s help so I wouldn’t know with my own power how I would fair. I am stronger now, but I assume so is Sasori. He isn’t one to let his abilities go rusty.”

The Devil Within Meme || Accepting  || @chakrastring

      It’d taken years for her to relinquish Inner Sakura and now she was stuck with something worse, Sasori. It makes her question whether the measures they took to win the fight were worth it. He’s now a voice inside her head. A fragment left behind. And Sakura has to pretend that everything’s fine, that he’s not there.

      It creeps her out, makes her skin crawl. There’s a member of the Atkatsuki living in her now. Another person besides herself that can see what she sees and hear her thoughts. At least she can scream back at him to shut up in her thoughts, though part of her wishes she could yell it out loud. Instead she has to keep her face normal. She can’t let the rest of the Konoha nin know. She’s not being turned into some experiment and she’s not going to let them run tests on her to try and figure this out.

      Sakura’s fairly certain this misfortune has not befallen anyone else before. It’s going to be tricky finding research to help her with this problem.

Let’s Hold Hands Meme || Accepting  || @chakrastring

         It’s hard to breathe. Her chakra is spent; Sakura hates being unable to heal herself. Hates it. She’s going to die here, alone. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She’s going to die here alone with Sasori holding her hand. She doesn’t even have the energy to pull it out of his grasp.

         She should have fought harder. She should have been stronger. They should have been able to beat Sasori. How could he do this to his own grandmother? Did he have any feelings at all?

        “Why…are you holding my hand?” Was it to rub it in that he had won? Some sort of sick, twisted last victory? Maybe it was a way to show her that in the end only her enemy was around to see her go. A shinobi must never show any weakness. Right, she’d never been good at that rule. Why should she now?

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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.

It was the first time, in years, that there were alcoholic beverages in the house. The first time it wasn’t just him and Gaara staring out of the window to watch the fireworks display. Sort of. Sasori didn’t seem particularly fond of the display but he sat with them by the window, nevertheless. Eating the last of the desserts they prepared for the evening’s feast.

And three. Two. One. Yasha was about to greet them both Happy New Year.

He never gets to say any of those three words.

What he gets is Sasori’s lips agains his, and enough… confusion… to last him the rest of the year. Yasha is more than a little bit confused even with the explanation that Sasori gave.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m drunk and I want to see what the big fuss is. And you don’t gossip.