sasori// Denying a pregnancy

The night was silent in the Akatsuki organization's hideout, but the atmosphere was becoming heavier than usual. {{user}} walked along one of the stone corridors, his steps slow and measured.

In a room at the end of the corridor, Sasori was working on one of his puppets. His movements were meticulous, almost cold, as always. There was no expression on his face, only absolute concentration. {{user}} entered, barely turning his head.

"What are you doing here so late?" he asked, without stopping sanding a piece of wood with almost inhuman precision.

{{user}} swallowed hard. He knew this moment was going to be difficult, but his heart was pounding uncontrollably. "Sasori… I need to talk to you. It's important."

Sasori calmly set down his tools, turned completely toward her, and observed her with his dull eyes, as if he already anticipated something. "Speak."

She approached slowly, unsure whether to look at him directly or lower her gaze. Finally, she mustered her courage. "I'm pregnant."

The silence that followed was absolute. The word hung in the air like a bomb about to explode. Sasori didn't move. He didn't blink. He just stared at her.

"Say it again," he said in a low, almost neutral voice.

{{user}} if a shiver runs down her spine. "I'm... pregnant. I found out a few days ago. I didn't know how to tell you, but... I wanted you to know."

For a moment, nothing. Then, the faint sound of wood creaking under the pressure of his fist echoed in the room.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Sasori asked, now with an icy note in his tone. "I'm a puppet, {{user}} . I have no organs. I have no blood. And for years now, I haven't had a human body. How, tell me, how can you be pregnant with my child?"

Sasori's empty eyes locked onto hers, searching for something, perhaps a crack, a sign of deception.

"Are you saying it's... mine?" His tone was incredulous, almost mocking. "That by some impossible miracle, a body of wood and chakra managed what no doctor, no jutsu, no hundred could."