Death, life and hatred (Naruto)

Chapter Sixteen- Discovery

Deceit is more dependable than honesty....

Shou smiled from within the darkness, face lighting up with a sadistic joy as the sound of approaching footsteps greeted his ears. He sat, staring at the image spread out around him in their glory, a perfect statue as he remained unmoving. He let out a satisfied hum as they drew closer, closer, closer to his room- his masterpiece. They would see the picture, the beauty of the blood. They would see it. He reached out, movement languid and calm, gently stroking part of the pattern with a single finger as he spoke softly, warmly, comfortingly, words echoing in the silence of the room:

"Soon... Soon, your life will come to light..."

And that statement held a truth no one would be able to comprehend.

No one would understand.

For they were all fools.

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Sasori walked quietly, inwardly fuming at the fact he was being sent to retrieve the boy for dinner. Why should he do such a task? He had no desire to waste time on being a messenger. But, begrudgingly, he had agreed because he didn't wish to be made to wait or keep anyone waiting- he hated the thought of it. But it was inevitable when the boy seemd to skip meals regularly and Leader-sama had decided that it was his turn to fetch the boy. So it was understandable that he was incredibly irate as he drew to the boys door at the end of the corridor, knocking sharply on the heavy wood, patience running incrediblely thin as he waited for the assent. Silence settled into the tension, when the sound of light laughter reverberated from within, the confirmation of:

"Come in, Puppet-san...."

His eyes narrowed before carefully opening the door and entering slightly, cautious as per always, only for his eyes to be met with darkness. And it was perplexing how the shadows seemed to gather, obscuring the existence inside of the gloomy room- burying it all beneath a layer of lies. His narrowed eyes scanned the darkness before him, eyes adjusting slightly as the light suddenly flickered on, casting illumination to what was hidden within the darkness. And even as a puppet who was proud of having no emotions, he could not prevent the widening of his eyes at the spectacle that spanned out before, an impressive feet to achieve.

For what greeted him from being buried in the darkness, was an image of horror.

An image of death. An image of blood.

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Shou giggled silently, relishing in the barely contained surprise that radiated off of the red haired male that had frozen in the door way, staring at the image spread across a single wall in the dark room, the dim lighting casting shadows over the work of crimson. He observed as the puppet fought to regain his composure, amusement dancing in his purple eyes. It was an image of death, betrayal and hatred in a battle, numerous scenes imbued into the work and joined together to make a story that was scribed with the blood of those dead. It was a story, a scene that contained tragedy and horror.

But Sasori didn't understand. He couldn't comprehend the truth behind the blood that dyed the wall, no matter how much his eyes studied it. He was unable to understand it as he warily eyed the boy who laughed silently in the corner. It was stunning, shocking. And it was disturbing.

Because he couldn't understand it.

No-one could.

No-one except the boy. Only he understood, whilst the rest were blind to it.

And he found it all so very entertaining.

....the truth is always buried beneath a layer of lies.

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Whooo~ I liked that spot to end, so this is what you get~!