Author’s Note: Hey guys. I have decided to write a Naruto FanFic, because it just suddenly came into mind one day. Yeah this one is about Sasori and Sakura from Naruto. I know I’m weird, but I don’t care what you guys think because I’m writing it and what’s done cannot be undone…muahahaha…Well, I’m writing this Fic simply because Sasori is HOT and I like the pairing. Plus there needs to be more SasoSak Fic. If you don’t like the pairing then don’t read that’s not hard to do. Be nice and constructive so that I would want to write more for you guys to read. Okay enough of me blabbing and on with the story^_^. ENJOY and tell me what you think. I hope you guys can read it.
Broken Doll
Chapter 1: A Doll On A Shelf
She was placed on a giant shelf like a doll. Beside her were bunches of dead puppets that didn’t breathe nor moved. He put them there next to her because he said he didn’t want her to feel lonely and so those dead puppets were put there next to her to keep her company or at least that’s what he thought. Those ugly things were exactly what they looked like. Dead. But in her case she wasn’t dead. She breathe and moved, but not in her current state. Her entire body felt dead like one of those dead puppets or dolls or whatever they were called that were next to her. It scared her to be next to a dead puppet. They looked creepy just like him, the one who had kidnapped her and poisoned her turning her into what she was now. A living doll, or so that’s what he had told her.
He made her look exactly like what he wanted her to be. A doll. She sat on the shelf, eyes looking like they were in a trance. And the weirdest part was that she was smiling. No her smile was not willing, she was forced. It was something he did that caused her face to pull into a smile showing her teeth. She looked exactly like a beautiful smiling doll even her eyes seemed to be smiling too. Her appearance was just happy beautiful doll. But inside, she was dying to get away. Her jaw ache in pain and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Blink and breathe. Yes, that was all she could do. Just blink and breathe like a living doll. Exactly what he wanted her to be right? No…that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her to be a
living doll, to function like a human would, to be able to move on its own like living, he didn’t want a doll that breathe and blink like a human. He wanted her to be his puppet without string. But since she appeared so beautifully before him, he wanted her to be his doll. His living doll.
He walked into the tiny room and at the corner of the room were all his creepy ugly puppets. No…they were not all creepy and ugly puppets. One in particular was his favorite. This one was special. It had a name, it breathe like human, it blinked like human, it once could move like human, and it wasn’t a creepy and ugly puppet at all, it was a beautiful and lovely doll. Yes…doll, not puppet. She was special, he wouldn’t call her a puppet because he didn’t want her to be one, he wanted her to be a beautiful doll.
He looked to the giant shelf and smiled at her who was smiling happily looking at nowhere in particular. He gently grabbed her off the shelf carefully afraid she might break if he accidentally dropped her, but he would never dream about “accidentally” dropping her fragile body on the cold floor. He went and sat on the bed and placed her gently on his lap while his arms held her in place and stared at her intensely. She stared at nothing. Her eyes were open but she couldn’t control where to look, it was as if her eyes were dead open. He stared at her smiling admiring her natural beauty. Then suddenly he frowned and roughly jerked her chin to look at him. He stared at her face and it angered him. She looked just like a smiling dead doll with no life. That’s not what he had wanted.
“Sakura, didn’t I tell you to be a nice doll and look at her master when he looks at you?” he spoke without any emotion. “Did you hear me?”
Silence. Why did he ask when he knew the answer already? He knew she heard him. Just because she couldn’t move didn’t mean she was deaf.
Now she was
really starting to look just like an ordinary doll. Well duh! How can she speak when she has been practically poisoned and feeling numb all over?
“I wanted you to be my living doll, not something dead like the other puppets.” He continued to talk while grabbing her warm hands into his cold ones. “Well at least you haven’t lost your warmth?” he chuckled creepily playing with her fingers in his.
“Did you miss me beautiful?” he looked at her. No reply. “Oh you did? I knew you would miss me? I haven’t been gone that long have I?”
No reply. He frowned and placed her roughly on the bed in a sitting position and stood up. He walked over to a black leather bag and pulled something out. He pulled out a pink and white fluffy puffy dress and a pair of cute pink and white slippers.
“Look Sakura, I got these for you. Do you like it?” He walked over to her with the dress in hand. “I think you like it. Because you’re smiling.”
‘Well duh! You freak I’m smiling because you made me look like this, not because I agree.’ Sakura thought while anger boiled within her.
“You will look so beautiful and dolly in this.” He exclaim happily showing her the dress.
“Do you want me to dress you beautiful?” he asked with lust in his eyes. “Yes you do!! Oh Sakura I didn’t know you wanted me to dress you?” he made up an answer for her.
‘Touch me and you die freak!!’ inner Sakura yelled angrily.
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