Coin Operated Boy
Gently, I removed the puppets that, uncannily, could've been his parents they looked so much like him, and pulled the swords from his form. With them gone, I properly sat him up and saw where the blood was coming from; a case over where his heart would be with the kanji for 'scorpion' on it. The blades had gone through it, and, on closer inspection, I realized that his heart was in that box.
"Sa... so... ri?"
It was a lovely name, that rolled off the tongue delightfully. It fit him.
....
Sasori." That was my confirmation.
Heaving him up carefully, you managed to pull out your extra robe -- they were for both males and females -- and pulled it over him, discarding the old black rag he wore. It fit strangely well, and looked almost.. appropriate on him.
"All right, then? C'mon, Sasori... Let's see what we can do with you..."
This was one of those catastrophically sick love stories, wasn't it? At least I thought so. Where the heroine falls in love at first sight with the passed hero, and even afterwards she still clings... Though I wouldn't say it out loud, that I knew weren't going to let him go.
Ever. (I just couldn't. Something in me told me that.)
As he was very light, I managed to carry him across the pond with ease and place him on the grass on the other side. Making sure he seemed comfortable there, I went to the water and then drank until you thought I were going to be sick, and snatched two passing fish. If there was any skill I attained from your ex-home, it was reflexes. One had to know how to dodge plates, bowls, chairs, fists, and tables.
When I returned to our campsite, I saw that Sasori was still in the same place, sleeping, it looked like. Serenely dozing. The occasional breeze from the direction of Suna ruffled his hair, and I gazed for a moment.
It was a stupid, silly idea, but I didn't care.
Going back to the water, I cupped some in your hands and returned. At first, I splashed it on his face to wash away the dirt, and dried it off with my sash. The second time, I cleaned off the blood. The third time, I opened his mouth, and let it drip down his throat.
After all of this, he seemed much cleaner, much more alive, and I smiled at him.
He was still smiling, too.
Making a quick meal of the raw fish, you then looked at Sasori for a good, long time, and decided that, tomorrow -- ... well, technically 'today', it was at least one in the morning when you left -- I would fix his heart. He deserved that much.
So, full and exhaustion setting in, I tottered over beside him and promptly laid down. He seemed awfully cold, I noticed ruefully, so I rested my head on his shoulder and hugged his torso and arms tightly.
"Goodnight, Sasori. Have nice dreams."
I closed my eyes, and the owl above watched curiously.
How had the puppet boy's smile gotten bigger, if he was.. dead?
Sasori." That was my confirmation.
Heaving him up carefully, you managed to pull out your extra robe -- they were for both males and females -- and pulled it over him, discarding the old black rag he wore. It fit strangely well, and looked almost.. appropriate on him.
"All right, then? C'mon, Sasori... Let's see what we can do with you..."
This was one of those catastrophically sick love stories, wasn't it? At least I thought so. Where the heroine falls in love at first sight with the passed hero, and even afterwards she still clings... Though I wouldn't say it out loud, that I knew weren't going to let him go.
Ever. (I just couldn't. Something in me told me that.)
As he was very light, I managed to carry him across the pond with ease and place him on the grass on the other side. Making sure he seemed comfortable there, I went to the water and then drank until you thought I were going to be sick, and snatched two passing fish. If there was any skill I attained from your ex-home, it was reflexes. One had to know how to dodge plates, bowls, chairs, fists, and tables.
When I returned to our campsite, I saw that Sasori was still in the same place, sleeping, it looked like. Serenely dozing. The occasional breeze from the direction of Suna ruffled his hair, and I gazed for a moment.
It was a stupid, silly idea, but I didn't care.
Going back to the water, I cupped some in your hands and returned. At first, I splashed it on his face to wash away the dirt, and dried it off with my sash. The second time, I cleaned off the blood. The third time, I opened his mouth, and let it drip down his throat.
After all of this, he seemed much cleaner, much more alive, and I smiled at him.
He was still smiling, too.
Making a quick meal of the raw fish, you then looked at Sasori for a good, long time, and decided that, tomorrow -- ... well, technically 'today', it was at least one in the morning when you left -- I would fix his heart. He deserved that much.
So, full and exhaustion setting in, I tottered over beside him and promptly laid down. He seemed awfully cold, I noticed ruefully, so I rested my head on his shoulder and hugged his torso and arms tightly.
"Goodnight, Sasori. Have nice dreams."
I closed my eyes, and the owl above watched curiously.
How had the puppet boy's smile gotten bigger, if he was.. dead?
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NEXT, please!!! This is very interesting!