A Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apartment. Maybe because they'd be stupid questions. Maybe the answer was obvious but my eyes were too muddled to see. But I didn't care. I welcomed the vast black, marble floor of his apartment; I welcomed the hearth where a picture frame of his family sat upon the mantle; I welcomed the plush, dark sofa that accepted my frail, shaking body as I sank into it. I welcomed the floor to ceiling uninterrupted window view, where on a cold, dark, night like this one, the universe graced me with a blanket of twinkling stars and a moon so pure, so rich, so beaming with tranquil light, the soft rays ebbed with a certain serenity only dreams could conjure. "Here," Christian said and handed me an icy can of carbonated lemonade. "I don't want it," I said, monotone. He pushed my hand away. "It'll take the edge off. Just drink." I gave in. I didn't want to fight any more tonight. I took one sip, then two, then three. On the third, I brought the fluffy, grey blanket over my head when I burst out crying. I sniffed, trying to contain myself. Christian pulled the blanket back, but I covered my face with the open palms of my hand. He chuckled lowly. "Don't hide." "I'm sorry," I wailed, tears rushed out like a waterfall. "I'm trying to stop." "Don't. Let it out." "Ugh," I scoffed. "Don't look at me." I turned my head to avoid his gaze. "Why?" "I must look like a rodent, right now." He cackled bubbly. "You look beautiful." He placed a finger underneath my chin and turned my face to face him. "Look at that-" he pushed away strands of hair that stuck to my cheek with my tears as adhesive. His fingers delicately stroking my jawline, the sensation so calming I closed my eyes- "Beautiful."~ Enter if you dare...

She will do anything and everything he requests. She is forever indebted to him and would give her life for him. Sasori saved her life, turned her into a puppet, renamed her Ayatsuri, and had a soft spot for her since. But what happens when she finds out the truth? Will she still be so devoted to him? How long will she prove useful to the Akatsuki until Sasori has to get rid of her? Will he be willing to give up his little puppet? Meh, just read it!

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A story about a cat, the last of her kind, falling in love with an Uchiha, the last of his kind. As she grows up and he leaves for Orochimaru, things take a beautifully nasty turn. {In the process of editing♡}

Akasuna no Sasori is a puppeteer. He specializes in making puppets for battle uses only. When he thought of creating everlasting beauty, he thought of making that idea into a puppet. How would this puppet affect Sasori if it actually came alive. Cover By: IzayaKibaRyujiFREAK