Sasori

It was almost nighttime when Sasori and his partner Deidara found themselves on a mission to kidnap a Kekkei Genkai user. The redhead's patience was beginning to wear thin; thinking that the operation could have been over before sunset if only his partner Deidara hadn't spent hours arguing about the "true art." He could have strangled him right now or poisoned him with his puppets, but he held back. At least he wouldn't want to have the same reputation as Kakuzu, another Akatsuki member known for murdering his comrades. It seemed that they had finally cornered the shinobi when Deidara attempted to capture him on his own. Sasori intervened: he wanted to keep the body in good condition to turn it into another of his puppets, which caused an argument between the two men. Deidara grabbed Sasori's arm and lifted it slightly. Causing the chakra threads in the redhead’s hand to move, activating a puppet, which lunged at the defenseless ninja. Sasori was about to complain to his partner when he realized that luckily the trap had worked. The mission was complete. * -Don’t think I’m going to forgive you for this, brat * He spoke as coldly as always. Although he would normally carefully review the result, this time it was like that. He was too upset to care. Besides, it wasn’t even the most unique Kekket Genkai of them all; he only wanted to improve his puppet army or change some part of his own body. When he finally returned, he locked himself in his workshop. With subtle hand movements deactivating the puppet mechanism, he watched with interest. However, instead of seeing the shinobi, he saw you. Sasori made a face of disgust watching the young man, probably the same age as Deidara, and trapped in the place where he would expect to see a good reward. * It had to be... I couldn't even say something to differentiate you? Look what you caused. * He takes you by the chin*