Puppet on a String
“Shut up.” The puppet master tightened an invisible collar around the blonde’s neck, causing him to have trouble breathing. Sure, the other could easily blow him to smithereens, but its not like he would die and that would only serve to make him more pissed.
Akasuna no Sasori dragged his partner, via a leash of chakra strings, to a dank, windowless room and made him stand in the center, shackling his ankles to the floor and wrists above his head, leaving him very nearly immobile. He then took a kunai and roughly cut off the other’s shirt, not caring in the least that it was sure to cut him.
“Now, Deidara, you are to take whatever I throw at you without complaint. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Danna yeah…” His head hung, knowing that whatever was in store for him would not be pleasant in the least, and that any outward sign of pain would be counted as a complaint and if he didn’t show it, his Danna… his master… would count it as disrespect. Either way it would be a tough night.
“Good boy.” He patted his cheek before excruciatingly slowly putting metal hooks into the other’s skin, standing back to admire his handiwork when every available hook was hanging from Deidara’s skin. “You know… I don’t like that look on you…” He mused, using chakra strings to forcibly tear off every one of them, taking chunks of skin with them, one at a time.
The blonde bit his lower lip as he tried his damnedest to block out the pain, though he was having difficulty doing so. Once the last was torn from his flesh, he stood there, panting.
“What do you say?”
“Th-thank you… Danna yeah…” He choked out.
“Right. You know you brought this all upon yourself. It’s your fault we were almost caught earlier. You and those damned bombs…”
He was about to apologize, that was his place, after all, but then there was the jab at his art and he felt anger flare up within him. Standing up straight, even going so far as to tug at his restraints, he glared at the puppet master. “They’re art yeah.”
“They aren’t, and you’re out of line.” He said coldly, using the blonde for target practice with shuriken and kunai, making sure to not hit any vital spots.
He screamed, which only seemed to fuel the onslaught of projectile weaponry. “D-Danna…”
“Did I say you could speak?”
“So why are you talking?”
“I’m sorry; you needed to punish me… Thank you yeah…”
Sasori snorted, but quit throwing things at Deidara, walking closer to him and, as gently as possible, pulled out all the projectiles, treating the fresh wounds with the utmost care before letting the blonde down, who crumpled to the floor quickly. “You’re learning…”
The blonde kept his eyes to the floor, though he did sit up.
He grabbed the other’s long ponytail and jerked his head up to look at him as he knelt down to the other’s level. “I only do this for your own good, you know.”
“Yes, Danna, thank you, Danna yeah.”
“It really does pain me to have to do this to you, I love you, Deidara, but you must be trained.” He said before kissing him roughly on the lips then letting go of the blonde locks, standing up and looking down upon a look of admiration, then turning away and walking out, locking the blonde in the cell for the rest of the night. Like a puppet on a string…
· Wed Feb 21, 2007 @ 04:23am · 2 Comments