Porcelain [Sasori]

Puppet #6

Porcelain

Puppet #6

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"Eirin, it's getting late. You should be—" Sasori turned around to face his friend. He stopped mid-sentence when he realised she had already fallen asleep on the table. It looked like she face planted. He stared at her for a long second, before sighing and storing the poison he just made. He rearranged the numbering and naming before slipping out of his chair and going out to wash his hands.

When he came back, he saw Eirin was on the floor, knocked out cold.

"How can you not wake up if you've hit the ground...?" Sasori deadpanned and picked her up, carrying her in front of him. He realised that she was holding onto a puppet tightly; it was the one she had made of him. "That doesn't even look like me." He muttered, prying it out of her hands and placing it in his pocket. He walked out.

When he reached the outside, the cool winds blew and sent a shiver down his spine. It was a lot darker than he had thought.

I guess it took me longer to make that poison, Sasori thought. He walked to Eirin's house, in which the path he took was memorised. He had been there so often because she had fallen asleep in the puppet lab that it was almost like an everyday thing to bring her back.

"Give her to me."

Sasori spun around almost instantly, changing his hold of Eirin so that he could use one hand for combat, the other for holding the sleeping girl. His eyes were wide with surprise; he didn't hear or sense anybody sneak up on him. When he was met with nothing, his eyes narrowed and he checked his surroundings.

There's nobody here...he held onto Eirin and briskly continued his way towards her house.

"Soon she will belong to me." The voice was dangerously close to Sasori's ear that he sent a kick backwards immediately due to reflexes. However, he hit nothing. He clenched his teeth and observed his surroundings, trying to see if there were any traces of the man who spoke in his ear.

Just what the hell is happening?! He inwardly frowned. What did he mean?

"Tch." The young red head clicked his tongue and arrived at Eirin's house. Hana was home, so she took the youngster in, thanking the red head. He handed her the Sasori puppet and told her to put it near Eirin, since she liked it so much. He didn't speak of what happened just before he delivered her home. As he walked home, he heard a slight rustle in the bushes. Using a kunai, he threw it at the bush, only to have a white rabbit jump out and hop away for its life.

Someone's stalking me, Sasori knew. Rabbits weren't meant to be white in summer or spring. Is this the same person who was talking in my ear?

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Hana slowly ate her ramen as she thought of what she discussed with Chiyo. Eirin had just been brought home and was safely tucked into a blanket on the couch – where she could keep an eye on her.

If F.L's assigned shinobi to Suna for a continuation of that mission...then that means that F.L knew that Eirin would be in Suna. When did he find out?

The woman finished up and drummed her fingers against the table, leaning on her fist. Through her mind; a time when she was younger was replayed. She unconsciously glared at the table, a hatred bubbling inside of her.

She frowned, just what is F.L planning?!

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Sasori watched his surroundings, waiting for whoever spoke to him before to speak again. But, he didn't anything as the night continued.