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Arguably, Y/N C/N was the emotionless, gruesome member of the Akatsuki. Countless years spent in the bingo book, Y/N was someone that many feared. This fear stemmed down to the Akatsuki itself, while Pein and Konan were the only two with a truly higher fear stat.
While most of the Akatsuki were out on various missions, Y/N C/N was stuck at home in the base, and decided to make the best of the day off. Normally people would spend time doing their hobbies, or simply relax, but Y/N had other plans. Notably, the Akatsuki were not the cleanest people around, and it was those days off that Y/N C/N had that a room would magically end up spotless. No one had truly witnessed that it had been the cold, emotionless brute, but it was a peculiar thing that no one felt safe enough to speculate.
Relishing in the absence of other beings, Y/N played her music and sang softly to it as she took care of the kitchen chores. Cleaning up the dishes and wiping the counters, the y/e/c eyed woman spent hours in the kitchen this day. Her singing went unnoticed for quite some time, and she found herself getting lost in her own little world.
Little did she know, by the point that she began singing the last song, she managed to accrue an audience of one. The doe eyed man with the red hair and puppet figure watched curious in the doorway, his eyes never seeming to leave the woman as she moved throughout the room. As he watched her, his lips involuntarily turned the slightest bit upwards.
He enjoyed the way that the C/N woman swayed gently as she sang, not to mention the surprisingly sweet tone that emitted from her lips. Though he had always found Y/N C/N to be a good candidate as a puppet, he had never truly seen her in motion. For that matter, he wondered in this moment, if he was seeing the true Y/N C/N.
When y/e/c eyes caught the second presence, her lips closed, though no embarrassment rose in her cheeks. The woman did not plan to deny what she had been doing, nor feel bashful towards her strange behavior. In almost a monotone, the woman simply greeted her onlooker, as if the show he witnessed had not transpired. "Sasori-san," she greeted simply, giving him a nod of acknowledgement.
The lack of emotions felt from Y/N C/N had the puppet man somewhat enigmatic. He truly wondered how a human could feel nothing, and act as such. For a moment, there was silence as he pondered over the conundrum, before simply snapping back, "C/N-san," in reply a little more harsh than intended.
"Y/N is fine," she corrected, though her lips neither curled upwards, nor down. She seemed entirely unparsed by the man's snide remark towards her. "Did you need something?"
Another moment the puppet was lost in thought, feeling a little tightening at his core. Quickly making up an excuse, he said, "How would you like to be eternal?" Mentally, he cursed himself for the offer. Though he would adore to have such a beautiful puppet within his collection, and with such talents as Y/N C/N possessed to top it, he could not particularly ignore that small tug of emotion he was feeling.
It had been strange to Sasori of the Red Sand, to feel any sort of emotion whatsoever. Though it was true that his heart was laced into his core, the one weakness his puppet body possessed, he could not feel the same way that he had once before. After all, that had been the point of initially turning his own body this way.
Y/N had finished up cleaning by this point, taking the tea to steep as she stepped closer to the puppet boy. For a moment, with her y/e/c eyes fixated upon the man, it was something that the woman questioned. It had, after all, been an offer that would benefit her fighting skills. "I can appreciate the eternal beauty of art," she replied, her voice never wavering or changing from her monotone, "but I will have to decline."
Though he had not fully grasped the desire to turn the woman into a puppet, he was thoroughly shocked by her response, his eyebrow raising as he stared upon the emotionless woman. "You're emotionless already," he said in a more questioning, sharp tone. "I'm simply offering for your beauty to be eternal, living far past your expectancy."
The woman simply shrugged at him, taking a sip of her tea. "Do you have sensations, Sasori-san?" She questioned back, her y/e/c eyes clearly studying him. Y/N placed her tea down as she moved closer to the puppet man, causing him to simply eye her more. Without hesitation, nor swap in expression, the woman placed a soft hand against his cool cheek, which she was noted felt like flesh. "Does this register with a nervous system?"
Suddenly, the puppet man found himself almost bashful at the sudden touch. Though he did not have a nervous system, his chakra still allowed him to feel the touch upon his face. He found himself tripping over his words as he finally spoke. "Not connected to a nervous system, but my chakra," he clarified. "As a human puppet, I simply harvest the organs, preserving the body, as well as the chakra."
At his words, the woman moved her hand away from the puppet's cheek, watching as he visibly frowned. "I should have expected that," she replied, biting her lip gently as she glanced away from him. Straightening herself up quickly, she moved back over to her tea, taking another sip before she spoke once more. "I've had plenty of years. I prefer not to have another lifetime ahead."
Did she show emotion, or am I seeing things? He wondered to himself, studying the woman's face more intently. The doe eyed man allowed a moment to process the woman's words, them simply enigmatic to him. Finally speaking up once more, he spoke with more confidence as he pressed her in a different area. "You're human are you not?" He questioned, waiting to see a change in expression, or anything. "How do you have no emotion?"
"I have emotions," she replied in monotone, her eyes studying him as much as he was to her. "If they are not evoked, they don't present in the forefront. You have none due to your puppet body, correct?"
"It can be speculated," he replied with a gentle shrug. Normally, he would simply say no. He would say of course he has no emotion. How could he? Yet, in this moment, he had been questioning himself. This generally happened in the presence of the C/N woman, though it was typically a brief encounter that left him questioning. Since he managed to get the woman on the line to speak to him for once, though, he was not planning on walking away easily. "What would evoke your emotions?"
She noticed how nonchalantly the man asked about her emotions, and how to evoke them. As her y/e/c gaze studied him carefully, she allowed herself to think of the answer to his question. Though the seemingly emotionless woman could not openly admit her slight attraction to the puppet, which did evoke the smallest spark of her emotions, she found it hard to flat out lie. "Unsure," she said simply, though she bit her tongue afterwards, cursing herself internally. Quickly, she followed her own words. "Sensation, possibly."
There was no doubt that the red haired puppet was intrigued by the woman, and wondered if he personally could evoke some sort of real emotion out of her. Though there was one sure fire way to create emotion, through pain, he wanted to go a more delicate route. After all, the C/N woman had skin that simply reminded him of porcelain, and he would never wish to scar up a potential masterpiece.
This time, the puppet drew closer to her. He noted that she did not move, not even flinching as the man stood a few inches away from her. After a moment of simply staring into her y/e/c eyes, though, he did notice as she placed her tea back upon the counter.
Reaching his hand up, he mirrored the action Y/N performed upon him, a room temperature, smooth hand resting against the woman's cheek. Though he expected the woman to flinch away, or something a great deal more violent than such, he was pleasantly surprised. He found himself melting at the gentle movement of Y/N's face, and noted the slight change in color upon her face.
Y/N mentally cursed herself for melting into the puppet's touch, a small amount of blush rising in her cheeks. She could feel a little something in her heart tighten as she stared into his doe eyes. Out of all of the Akatsuki members, Sasori of the Red Sand had been the only one to win the woman's affection, and she was sure it was the only one that would never be able to return it.
"Does this make you feel anything?" He questioned, his hand not leaving her cheek. Mentally, he chided himself for tripping over his words as he spoke. Sasori found himself enjoying this small sensation, and was not ready to give it up quite yet. Though he had witnessed a small display of emotion, he would have said just about anything to keep his hand there for another few moments.
Y/N C/N feared to answer this question for more than a few reasons, which was clear in the small hesitation in her voice. If the puppet were to truly analyze the woman's actions, everything would be transparent. "Marginally, yes," she replied through her hesitation, though she mentally noted that her blush was deepening the slightest bit as the puppet refused upon moving his hand.
It was not like Sasori was completely unfamiliar with the actions of affection, though he had never performed said actions upon anyone. As he had turned himself into a human puppet at a young age, he never thought he would even be thinking of doing some of the outlandish things that he has seen Deidara do with some of the women he's attracted, let alone to the extent of what he's publicly seen Hidan do. It was not a far step to say that Sasori found some of those actions a little silly, and yet he found himself debating whether or not to attempt.
His lips were not particularly soft due to his puppet body, and yet as he finally leaned in, connecting them with Y/N's own plush lips, he felt himself beginning to smile softly into the currently one sided kiss. The puppet wondered what was going through the woman's mind in this moment, as his lips pressed against her own. Though they were human lips, he did begin to wonder if it felt different for her, or if she would even be desiring her to do so.
Luckily, some of his questions had been answered simply by the feeling of her own lips reciprocating the action. Moving awkwardly, yet somewhat in sync with one another, the two found themselves melting into this kiss. For Sasori, it was an all new experience entirely.
As the two finally separated, he noticed the crimson blush against the woman's cheek. His own lips curled upwards at the sight, clearly seeing that he had made an affect upon the supposedly emotionless woman's emotion. He had to stop himself from letting out a chuckle at the sight, though he was proud of what he accomplished.
Y/N had quickly become a blushing mess at the action that she had not expected. Though the small bits of emotions she felt towards the red haired male could normally be thrown behind a strong façade, connecting lips with him was the furthest from what she expected. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as her eyes opened to place the puppet in view once more, blush clear against her cheeks.
Curiosity took her as she found herself re-composing, and she asked, "Was that a satisfactory response for your action?" Her eyebrow raised at the puppet man, studying him with her y/e/c eyes once more, though inside she was still the slightest bit flustered. As she studied him, she noted that he even seemed the slightest bit flustered himself.
"I may desire to try that again," he said after a moment of silence. "It's gratifying to receive an emotional response from you, Y/N."
"I may be able to admit to the same," she replied, trying to keep her composure, though her wall was starting to crumble internally. "It was unexpected, yet pleasant."
The puppet man's lips curled upwards again at her words, before moving himself to try something new. Wrapping an arm around her waist, the other moved back to her face before delicately moving into the woman's y/h/c locks. Claiming her lips once more was not a difficult feat, though he found himself feeling as he did. It was a strange experience for him, and yet, he relished in it.