Akasuna no Sakura Chapter 2: Sasori Daughter

 Chapter 2:

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Sakura slept peacefully tucked into the older Uchiha's arms. He was laying with her in his room that he shared with his partner Kisame. Her pink hair lazily covered her baby face as she slept soundly, her cheek resting against his one arm as Itachi tucked her into him. With his other arm he held a book, reading it silently as she lounged on him. Itachi was reminded of Sasuke when he too was a baby, and he had to care for his baby brother during the attack of the great Nine tails. Itachi remembered reading, but couldn't take in a single word.

Baby Sakura was dressed in a miniature Akatsuki robe clothing her baby body. Sasori, one of the greatest puppet masters had created it for her very quickly, along with several pairs of baby diapers that Itachi was very displeased about. Not that they were inappropriate at all mind you. Just that she seemed to soil them as fast as Itachi could place them on her. Sakura had only been there for no more than a day, but she really was beginning to have an impact on everyone she met. Itachi looked down at her innocent face, and stared at her. Within his heart, as he thought of his brother, a burst of love swelled inside.

"This is what I fight for." He whispered, pulling the short pink locks behind her pale ear. The door to the cell opened and Itachi's hard stare lifted up to glare. He released it as it was only Kisame. He held a bundle of things in his arm, and dropped them on the table that rested within their room. Kisame picked up a plastic container, and tried to unconnected it with a brown tiny topper with hints of pink in it.

"Kisame." Itachi spoke low, almost as if they were on the battlefield and stealthing. Kisame was unbothered, used to Itachi and his harmless questions. He unsheathed his sword in order to better get his grip on the container. "Kisame what is all this?" Itachi whispered softly, covering Sakura with his other arm as if to block her from any noises. Kisame grunted, trying to bite down on the pink rim around the container and try to pry the lid off. Itachi carefully lifted him and Sakura both off of the bed, and walked until he could lean around Kisame to look at what he was doing.

"I figured she was hungry so I got her a few things."

Kisame shrugged. Itachi didn't move, didn't waver in the least. The fact that Kisame would go out the way to do that for her, a mere outsider, just a wee babe, spoke wonders.

Itachi took pity on his ridiculous struggles and tucked Sakura into his own bed, swaddling her with an Akatsuki branded blanket from Sasori. One who continued to dote on her with many of her own baby clothes. Pink hair was shining beautifully against her pale skin. Itachi stroked her forehead as she gave a tiny snore, and turned to Kisame.

"That is very kind of you." He took the baby bottle from Kisame and turned it left inside of right, and he bottle slid off easily. Kisame sputtered but took it back from Itachi and turned back to the bundle of items he had gotten. "It is not kindness." Kisame had went into town to gather items for the new baby. "It is only what our master has ordered us." He added. Itachi gave a smirk.

"No he didn't." Kisame paused in his act of filling the bottle with milk. Kisame rolled his eyes, he couldn't possibly be serious. "Yes he did-!"

Itachi answered with a teasing smirk. "Master already has everything we could need prepared. He is sending Deidara to get it-!"

"That dumbwit couldn't tell a cradle from a coffin!" Kisame spit out, caught in his lie already. He gestured to the sleeping baby, and finished pouring her milk. Then he fired up the small stove they had and poured the milk in the pan.

"Was was the point of that?" Itachi rolled his eyes. Kisame smirked. "Measuring man." He waited patiently to warm the milk up for the young babe who lay sleeping. Itachi scoffed and grabbed a toy flower Kisame had grabbed for the girl. It squeaked, making Sakura ruffle and part her sweet pink lips. She wouldn't open her eyes, but her breathing slowly resided until she was fast asleep within seconds. Itachi let out the breath he was holding them glared at Kisame.

"She isn't here to start a family you know." He stated plainly as Kisame kept the heat on low, making sure the bottle would stay warm for the baby when she woke up. Kisame smirked at Sakura, and gestured to her perfectly swaddled form. "You can't torture a baby Itachi. That's too cruel even for you." He smirked, throwing a wink at the sleeping baby. Itachi's lip flitted in a soft almost smirk. The peacefulness of the room was silent for a moment. Until the large door of the celler opened with a loud bang.

"GUYS HELPPPPPPP!" A loud scream tore through the room as Kisame' hand flew for his sword. Deidara fell through the doorway and hit the wall by the pot of warm milk, nearly toppling it over. Sakura shook and her eyes flew open, wildly looking around for the cause of her disrupted nap. Over top of Deidara was an angry Sasori who for once was missing his giant puppet. Itachi notes that Sasori wore his puppet as much as possible, but didn't often leave it in his room as he needed it to bully Deidara around.

Sasori was standing over Deidara, his handsome pale face framed well with thick soft red locks. Sasori stood tall and strong, but gave off an air of anger he rarely let out. "Deidara, did you steal my thread."

"No Un!" Deidara shook. Sakura's eyes closed and wrapped her tiny fist tighter around the object in her hand. It was soft and tiny, flitting through her fingers like complete silk. She had been playing with it right before her nap. A toy ball, she pictured in her head, made of cute strings wrapped tightly in place. Underneath her blanket she played with the object, silently listening to the adults argue.

"You are always sneaking around where you shouldn't be." Sasori glared heatedly, reaching a hand out to grip Deidara around the throat. Itachi watched as they argued and fought in the room. He was non too pleased at them for cutting the child's nap so early. Kisame tried to throw them out of the room, but everyone in the room froze. Sakura pulled her arm out of her blanket and waved a ball at them. Sasori let go of Deidara and left him on the floor gasping for breath. Inside Sakura's tight little fist she held a ball of bright blue chakra strings. She weaved them in the air like she was flying an airplane. Sasori kept a blank face as he approached her. Sitting down next to her, he silently freed her from her silent prison, placing her cute little body in a sitting position.

"Little one, I believe you have something of mine." He stated softly, holding out a hand. Sakura looked at his hand and dropped into a crawl. She hurriedly scrawled towards him and tried to climb into his open hand. Sasori took the hint and scrambled her into a hug. He held her sweet soft body to his chest and ignored the openly shocked faces of everyone. The cold hearted "Puppet Master Murderer",was wooed to his feet by a smiling infant. Sakura opened her mouth and puckered up her lips like she swallowed a very sour lemon. Then she did something that made the whole room shook.

She blew a tight but obvious kiss to Sasori, and giggled. He gazed into her eyes shocked. It was a different look then he was used to. Indifference, fear, shame, longing. She was showing an emotion, a naive emotion that only a baby could conceive in such a short days worth. Love.

Sakura blew another kiss as he held her closer, peering desperately into her wide, happy eyes. They shone with excitement. Fear he was used to, but love. Not even Grandma Chiyo had made him feel like this. Itachi let Sasori leave with the baby. Sasori was chased by Kisame who was trying to shove a half filled bottle into his hands. Deidara started after him in shock. They had never seen Sasori show any type of affection. Itachi followed after only in mere curiosity.

Sasori held Sakura on his lap, Kisame's bottle in her mouth as he held it lazily. With his fingers he held the chakra strings, bouncing a small puppet and moving it and explaining to her how it works. Sakura clapped her hands softly above her bottle which slid out of her mouth as she gazed in wonderment. Outside of Sasori's chambers were growing a small crowd. Itachi, Kisame, and Deidara were staring at the baby held gently in Sasori's arms. Their jaws dropped as Sasori let go of her and allowed her to approach the puppet. Instead of shooting poisoned darts, or lashing out on her causing irrevocable damage, his skilled fingers flicked the chakra strings to dance for her. The small puppet was no bigger than the baby. She stumbled over to him, half crawling half trying to stand. She nearly fell in excitement but managed to stand. Sakura giggled and squealed and clapped, and Sasori cracked a smile at her innocent trust in him. It was oddly refreshing.

Outside the room, Nagato had sent his own human puppet to go see what was taking Deidara so long. His only job was to go and see what they needed to take care of the babe, and they would provide it. After not returning for a long time, Pein was walking down the hallway menacingly, his piercings glittering and his cape flowing around his ankles. If he was slacking off, that kid was so going to get it. Pein found nearly all of the Akatsuki members crowded around the door, staring wide mouthed and dead eyed inside. He rushed forward, wondering what in the world could be so importantly shocking. He peeked around the door, hand drifting to his kunai. What he saw inside made him drop his jaw and stare. Pein and Nagato both were shocked to the core.

"Who's beautiful? You are!" The voice of Sasori cooed, chasing the baby around the room who was trying to outrun the tall red headed man. The dangerous missing Nin of Suna, Sasori of the Red Sand, was squealing and cheering. The deadly men who killed many and all to turn everyone into his army of Puppeteers, was chasing around the pink haired baby girl without a hint of malice in his eyes. Sakura stumbled and screamed a high pitch scream as Sasori snatched her up by the stomach and held her close to him. She laughed her sweet smelling breath into his face as he lifted her up high to stare into her arms.

"So beautiful!" Sasori stuck his tongue at her. She screamed a most happy scream and leaned her head into his shoulder, burying herself into his neck. Sasori clutched her tighter. He had never played with anyone like this. Sasori breathed in her sweet flowery scent, this baby was special.

Walking by the room, Tobi was strolling with his mask on. He stopped to watch the large group and eagerly jumped in, as noisy as possible. Sasori turned around, his face going red with anger as he glared at his teammates. "Assholes." He spit as they turn and ran in fear. Screaming and throwing each other behind the other they tore off down the hall until only Pein remained. Sasori cradled and rocked the baby in his arms as she looked up at him in adoration. Continuing to tell her the story of the puppet, she listened with rapt attention. The only noise soft coos and ahhs as she watch. Pein cleared his throat and made his presence known as the dangerous puppet master held the baby protectively against his shoulder. Facing his master, he bowed.

"Hello sir." Sasori bower with Sakura clutching to him for the love of death. Pein nodded to him. "You seem well acquainted with the new Akatsuki member already Sasori." His best and number one assassin was swooned hook line and sinker. The leader of Akatsuki didn't know what to think. He watched Sasori adjust Sakura in his arms and place a pink bottle in her eagerly waiting mouth. She suckled the tip but continued to look straight up at Sasori, trying not to take her eyes away from the handsome puppeteer.

"She is..." Sasori drifted off. He looked down at her innocent face, meeting her eyes. "A remainder of what I looked as too, as a child awaiting love that could never truly come. No parents, just a grandmother who could never truly understand." Sasori admitted, looking back into her boring eyes. Leader softened, understanding but knowing that he had to get his point across.

"Sasori you know that she is not actually a baby. She is a grown woman like yourself." The heavily pierced Pein sat on a chair next to him. Sasori looked at the innocent baby, watching as she lifted a hand over the one touching her bottle. He smiled at her. "She doesn't have the mind of one."

"But she has parents Sasori. And people who love her. People that are willing to put their lives down to take her back." He hissed in warning. Sasori's eyes hardened. "Never." The puppeteer hissed, holding her a little tighter.

"Sasori my point is, if she is taken from us, she will not stay a child for long. She could return to her true form." Pein implored him. Sasori said nothing, thinking in deep thought. "If that happens. Will she remember me?" He asked. Surely the love that burned bright in those eyes weren't going to be extinguished so easily.

"If she is returned to her age she will not return the same feelings she shows now Sasori." The leader of Akatsuki breathed. Sasori watched her lazily drink her milk. "She will no longer remember anything that happened. After all she is nothing but a small babe. If you choose to take her in, you must weigh your options."

When Sakura didn't want to drink any longer she grunted and he took the bottle away. He let her up and watched blankly as she explored his room. It was spacious, dressers upon dressers off puppets and tools layered his room. It was like a maze to the small baby. She stumbled around in an effort to find it all.

"What are my options." Sasori asked. He would take his masters advice and follow it. Nagato had done everything for Sasori and the others. Blood thirsty and as mutinous as they all were, they'd been caught long ago if they hadn't banned together to create this hellinous compound. It was his home, and the dream job of his psychotic puppeteer nightmares.

Pein watched the pink haired baby stumble forward clumsily, then turn around and run back towards them. A chuckle escaped his throat as she launched herself at Sasori's legs and clutched them tightly. She buried her face into his knees, blowing heavy raspberries. "Well you could give her to the one of your teammates. Deidara himself has volunteered." Sasori's head snapped around angrily.

"The fuck." He spit. Why would Deidara want her? "Deidara is barely a child himself." He spit, thinking of the sixteen year old so called artist. His partner and Sasori were always feuding about whose art is better. They were good partners, albeit grudgingly. They long ago had to have different rooms however, because of the many times Sasori tried to kill Deidara in his sleep.

"Deidara wants to teach her about the arts. Or perhaps his desires are more carnal-!"

"He will not!" Sasori spit, placing a hand on her head. Her hair was too long. She kept brushing it out of her eyes every few seconds. They would have to find her something to help her to tame it. Maybe his chakra strings could help.

"Or you could take her in. As her father." Pein added. Sasori froze. However, the puppet boy quickly recovered. Almost on automatic, he grabbed the chakra strings the child had somehow managed to steal from him earlier out of his pocket. Taken one, he quickly and painlessly gathered all the hair she had and placed a neat bun on top of her head. Wrapping the chakra strings around tightly he kept the bun there, leaving a neat baby bun and her face and beautiful green eyes visible.

"A father." Sasori whispered. He pulled her onto his lap and she snuggled into him, very clingy. He had never had a father, he almost wouldn't know what to expect. At least he learned many parenting skills from Grandma Chiyo. She had been the only constant in his life. Sasori shook his head, looking straight at the masked leader of their organization.

"What about my missions. She is only a baby. Defenseless in every way." He shook Sakura lightly as if to prove a point. She didn't stir, instead busied herself with stroking the smooth skin of his arm. He felt strange, comparable to a polished wooden floor.

"Take her with you when she is old enough." Pein shrugged. "Just protect her." He warned seriously. "Until then there are members of the Akatsuki who stay behind when you go on missions. I'm sure someone would be willing to help. You must remember she is aging like a normal babe. Eventually she will need training if she is staying." He added. Sasori dwelled on everything he was telling him.

"I will need some bedding." He added before the quiet leader could leave. Leader nodded and grinned ruthlessly. "I'll get the boys." He cheered, walking to the other bed chambers to order them to grab all of Sakura's new things.

"Sasori." Sasori looked up and nodded to him in farewell. Sakura wrapped her arms around the puppeteers chest and purses her lips tightly with a kiss. She blew kisses at him excitedly, loving burning bright inside her. Sakura recognizes the puppeteer as her father. Her pink hair was similar to his red. They were both unique. Sasori kept his S class ninja smirk in place instead of the wonderful smile as leader spoke to him.

"She is approximately 2. Now is the time when her personality and life is for the taking. Her motor skills will greatly increase in the next year, along with her intelligence. I want a strict training program ingrained into this girl by the time she is three years old." Sasori nodded as Pein explained. Of course Sakura would be staying for a very long time. Forever if Sasori had anything to say about it. He of course would have to teach her.

"She is ripe with the potential of genjutsu repellencence. I could sense that in her older self." Pein added. Sasori agreed. Reading chakra signatures was a natural for any Akatsuki member or Junin level ninja. Easy especially for S class ninja. Sasori watched as Sakura stumbled in her little Akatsuki cloak. "Itachi has volunteered to train the girl in Genjutsu as soon as she can speak full sentences."

Sasori was marveled. Surely this girl didn't have the Akatsuki member wrapped around her finger alrighty. Itachi Uchiha, Murderer of his own clan and bastard to all surely wouldn't volunteer for this job. Pein smirked at her, watching as when she couldn't reach a puppet on the table, she clumsily pushed a steady box half her size against the table. Using her hands and feet and scrambling lithely, she was on top of the box and scrambling onto the table in no time. Sasori jumped up and launched at her, trying to save his puppets from whatever she had planned.

"Why yes. I do believe she will one day make a strong edition to the Akatsuki. Sasori, go to Konan. She will help you in learning about woman and girls." Pein suggested, then left as he closed the door. His cloak billowed as Sasori got the underlying message.

Sasori lifted Sakura off the table and she lay there in his arms firmly unamused. A firm finger raised itself in front of Sakura's eyes as he nodded to his precious puppets.

"No." He spoke clearly and firmly. Sakura definitely placed a small kiss on his cold, hard finger. "No." She repeated just as slowly as he had said. His eyes narrowed.

"See that?" He watched her eyes slid to where he pointed. On top of the desk she had tried to reach was an deadly and violent puppet that when touched in the wrong place would emit a heavy roll of senbon. "Do not touch, you brat." He gave her his fiercest glare she mocked him, giving him the widest and biggest smile they nearly took up her entire face. He scowled. He'd probably have to baby proof the whole room. Peals of unintelligible babbles tore through the room as he left to find Konan. The Akatsuki's one and only women. Sakura's head lay on the puppeteer's shoulder as he carried her with one arm through the Akatsuki hallways. Sakura was happy at being held in her father's arms. His hair was unique as hers and fun to play with.

Sasori tried his hardest to annoy the grubby fingers that we're trying to hold onto his red locks. He would talk it over with Konan on what to expect with a baby girl. Sasori wanted her to be the best she could be. She was his now after all. Sasori fingered the chakra strings inside of his pocket curiously. Maybe she could be controlled. Or maybe one more year?

"Yo Master Sasori!" Sasori turned around to find the number one unpredictable ninja in Akatsuki smirking at him. His partner Deidara fell into step with him, looking questionably at the baby draped over Sasori.

"Danna Sasori, why is she so important to you? I've never seen you act like this, un?" Deidara added. Sasori was holding her protectively against her, his shoulders bristled. He would protect her from his own partner if that's what it came to. The normally secluded and silent member of the organization was smiling, and it wasn't to kill something. This had Deidara extremely worried.

Sasori looked at him out of the corner of his eyes. "I would never expect someone from your caliber to understand true art when you see it." Deidara gaped openly at him. "You mean you want to-!"

"No. Stop looking so disgusted. You god damn hypocritical perverted cultureless swine." Sasori spit at him. They stopped outside Nagato's room, and whispered heatedly. Deidara's face was red with embarrassment.

"She's not even old enough to have a snatch un-!"

With Sasori's free hand he clutched it around the young boy's neck and squeezed for the life of him. Something about that comment had Sasori wanting to howl in anger. Sasori could understand Sakura for the beautiful peace of innocent art she was. She was internal in her own ways. His puppets didn't need to have anything to do with it. Sasori couldn't stand to see the way Deidara looked at her with heavy lust before she was turned into a child. No matter what, Sakura was his possession now. No one else's. Sasori really hated when anyone, especially Deidara touched his possessions. Sakura whined and struggled in Sasori's arms as she was clenched tighter. Deidara was turning blue. He tried to claw and punch at Sasori's arms, but the puppet body rendered pain useless. The missing nin couldn't do much or even use his clay as it would hurt Sakura. His master was entirely stronger than him, and even Deidara respected that about him.

The door opened and a surprised Konan cleared her throat. Sasori immediately let go of the choking boy who fell to the floor. "Konan." Sasori nodded to her politely. Konan looked down to the pink haired child in his arms and understood the visit. She looked like she was about cry, so she held her arms to her expectactently. Sasori handed her over, stepping over the gasping for air Deidara.

"Call the others." Konan said, and Sasori left to gather everyone. Sakura peeked over the sleeve of Konan's kimona to watch her father leave. Her lips pouted. Deidara. picked himself off the floor and entered the room, deciding for himself to keep his distance from Sakura as much as possible.