Wrapped In the Strings Of Hell

"...Fine art is something wonderful that's left long into the future… eternal beauty." Who are you? Is there something you need? ((Independent RP blog for Sasori of the Red Sand. Sasori is a dark character but down to earth so I will try to base my Sasori off of that personality. His time is set before he left the sand village (episode 319). Feel free to talk to him. He won't bite.....hard. Multiverse and accepts original characters. Also Icons and or gifs are not made by mun unless stated so.))

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Sasori walked the streets of the Sand, taking in as much as he could before the day would end. Brown hues darted over to a particular shinobi. He wasn't exactly from the village, but he rose Sasori's curiosity. "Excuse me.....Why are you here?.."

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Sasori eyed the man a little ways behind him. His presence wasn’t hiddedn from the puppeteer, but it had an interesting aura to it. He didn't know whether or not to call it frightening or just unsettling. “Excuse me…….Who are you..?” He put down his tools gently and turned to face the me. “Is there something you want exactly?..”

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  Her feet started moving, kicking up a little sand with every step—the Fourth Kazekage really needed to fix up these streets! Zeini grew tired of having to go home and knock out annoying, little particles from her shoes every day. He could at least lay down a few flat rocks every here and there. Then, the sand wouldn’t come loose so easily.

"Hm… Well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t! I have my mother, and she has a customer who really likes her jewelery. I don’t know what her name is, but… The lady’s kid and I hang around each other sometimes. He, um… He hasn’t said I’m his friend yet, but I know I am."

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Sasori held in a sigh. She was friends with someone who hadn't even acknowledged her as a friend as of yet. Still, he couldn't say much about that. At least she spoke to someone outside of his comfort zone. "That is good, I guess."

He muttered something under his breath. "How long has it been since you've seen this friend of yours. It couldn't have been too long ago has it?"

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A Chance Meeting //Closed RP with skyflameuser//

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Tsuna was always a worry wort. Worrying about everyone around him no matter what the situation was. It was his duty to protect his friends.”But You’re risking everything to protect us, Sasori-san.” It wasn’t that he thought he was cold, he just didn’t want him to risk his life helping them even though he knew that the redhead was the only who stood a chance. By tomorrow the shinobi were going to search for them again and they couldn’t stand around for much longer in fear of being caught or killed. This world was different than their own. These people used something called chakra while they used flames. ”You’re my friend and I would never ask you to risk anything to help us. I’m worried about your safety.” It was a ridiculous thing to say especially to someone like the redhead. Though he looked highly annoyed, maybe it was because of the way he was. Who knows. When Sasori placed his index finger to his lips, Tsuna and Gokudera went silent, watching him for any indication of what they should do next. The sun had already set and it was growing a little more colder. The stars flickered in the night sky as the wind blew sand around farther back onto the land. It wasn’t too long that they appeared within the village, making their way to their destination passing the guards along the way. Chocolate brown eyes reverted to a window that the redhead stood before. A man stops him and the both engage to conversation, something the don couldn’t quite catch. Probably something about his grandmother. Once they were safely secluded into the room, the brunet lets out a sigh in relief. Gokudera remains silent. ”At least all that’s over.”  The room was neat and tidy with a bed and a closet. It wasn’t all that bad actually. ”I-It’s alright Sasori-san. We are very grateful, thank you.” 

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"To answer your previous statement, I understand you are worried about my safety, but there is no need to be. I am a shinobi, more skilled then the ones who live here," Sasori sighed. That was something he would keep from the village for a little while. If they understood his true potential, he would never hear the end of it. Everything he had worked for would be useless. Sasori shook the thoughts from his head. Just a few more hours until it will be completely safe. Then we can relax. 

"It is nice to hear that you are grateful. Just at least an hour from now, we should be able to act normal. My grandmother will be asleep for now or out to work on this mission. I just have to hide you until then." Sasori stalked his way over to his work space and began working. "For now I would suggest you make yourself comfortable. We aren't going anywhere for a few hours." He would have to make up some kind of plan to get them food. As long as Granny Chiyo didn't suspect he was hiding something then he wouldn't have any trouble. 

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              { 激怒 } — It was true; Minori looked like she was about to faint at any second. Her whole face paled, emerald orbs wide in terror. What Sasori didn’t know what that she was having a whole lot of things crashing in her head that moment, the minute she realized that something was definitely wrong. And him confirming that he is indeed Sasori made things a whole lot worse. She was absolutely, perfectly sure that the Sasori she knows is older (or looks older), and wasn’t affiliated to anywhere but the Akatsuki. But this Sasori looked like he didn’t know that, for if he did, he would’ve recognized her as Pein’s spy that kept tabs on the Kyuubi. He was smart, he would figure that out, but this Sasori looked like he didn’t.

            { 激怒 } — “S-Sorry…” she stammered out, a hand on the wall to help her feel stabilized. "I… I-It’s just…" she didn’t know what to say; what were the chances of this Sasori believing her? But she needed to; she was at least that familiar with him to know that he would probably maim her for not telling the truth or being quick about it. "T-The Sasori I know is… well… he’s not a Suna ninja, not anymore, but an S-Ranked criminal and a member of the Akatsuki." she started to blurt out, her heart still beating loudly in her ribcage. "He looks… or looked older… maybe because…" she didn’t believe the next phrase she was going to say herself. Time travel. That was the most absurd thing one could rationalize at this point, but it was her best bet.

            { 激怒 } — "W-What the hell is going on…?"

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Sasori touch her shoulder in an effort to calm the girl down. His voice was low, "Calm down....I'm not going to hurt you, but someone will notice you if you start to panic." Was it possible that she knew someone exactly like him? If so then where exactly did she come from. He had never seen her face, but he needed to make up something in an effort to make sure she did not panic. "Is it possible that you have been placed under genjutsu?"

The way she had described him lingered in his head. S-Ranked criminal?...... Would he fall far after leaving the village as he had begun to plan? The thought scared him, but he hid it well. It was possible that this girl could be a different feature in some kind of genjustu, but someone had to be so skilled to create a place so real to the victim that even the other side of the genjustu created people with different thoughts. Sasori shook his head. No more of that for now....

"Where did you come from..?"

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  "Oh, yeah! I know what you mean! …I kind of do, at least."

Or not at all, rather. Zeini had always been the kind of child to be outside from sun up to sun down, always making attempts to talk to others in hopes of making a sale or a friend. Either proved a hefty profit, so long as they were achieved.

Making friends was perhaps the hardest out of the two. Children around here… They were strange—or normal, considering Zeini was the ‘weird’ one. Close to none of those kids wanted to be her friend.

…Well, they were just missing out! She was cool; maybe even the coolest!

Zeini didn’t ask anything else about his grandmother. What she did do was stand and gather up unsold products, and join the boy at his side. He was easily taller than she, but that was not unnatural. Everyone was.

"Hm… Well, it’s good you’re showing her appreciation! I think everybody… Needs that every once and a while. You know, so they’ll know that people love them!"

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Love is such a strong word..........I don't hate her, but... "Maybe...... It makes sense when spoken out loud, but it is much much harder to love. Whether it is your friend, family, or even a complete stranger.." Sasori watched her gather up the products and join him. He looked down towards her, but didn't utter another word. He gathered his thoughts for a few moments before asking, "Zeini, do you have any other friends in the village?" If she did, he was pretty sure that he would have seen her face somewhere. 

Her mother worked the stand with her, that much he could tell alone, but she didn't do this the whole day did she?

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Sasori eyed the boy a little ways behind him. His presence wasn't hiddedn from the puppeteer, but his unique features peaked the interest of Sasori, almost calling out to him. "Excuse me.......Who are you..?" He put down his tools gently and turned to face the boy. "Is there something you want exactly?.."

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