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He works on your arm with practiced ease, every movement of his fingers carrying distinct meaning and purpose; you can’t draw your eyes away, even though you can’t bear to look.
You’d lost your dominant arm from the elbow down during your last mission, in a violent battle you narrowly escaped from. The stub left behind was a reminder of your failure to uphold the honour of Sunagakure, a reminder of how you paid for your blunders with half of your ability to be a Shinobi.
But still, Sasori took interest in you.
The two of you remain silent as he continues making various adjustments to the prosthetic. The process of the attachment burns through the rest of your arm, sending searing pains to your shoulder and causing your breathing to grow short, but you try your best to mask your reactions from him, even though your sweating already gives you away.
Every so often, his attention flickers from his work to the look in your eyes.
(He knew.)
After what seems like hours, Sasori withdraws his glowing threads from you.
“There,” he says shortly. “You’ll need to practice sending chakra through your arm to control the movement of your fingers, but the mechanics are as dexterous as the real thing.”
You catch your breath as the pain begins to subside. You raise your new arm in front of you, and at first, it doesn’t feel like it’s yours–but then, you send chakra through it as he instructed, and the fingers move at your command, ever so slightly. Somehow, you feel better.
“What do you think?” he asks.
Somehow, you feel stronger knowing his work is now a part of you.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, still breathless, a bead of sweat dripping from your temple. “Thank you, Sasori-san.”
He smiles at you, and you feel like a masterpiece.

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Description

He works on your arm with practiced ease, every movement of his fingers carrying distinct meaning and purpose; you can’t draw your eyes away, even though you can’t bear to look.
You’d lost your dominant arm from the elbow down during your last mission, in a violent battle you narrowly escaped from. The stub left behind was a reminder of your failure to uphold the honour of Sunagakure, a reminder of how you paid for your blunders with half of your ability to be a Shinobi.
But still, Sasori took interest in you.
The two of you remain silent as he continues making various adjustments to the prosthetic. The process of the attachment burns through the rest of your arm, sending searing pains to your shoulder and causing your breathing to grow short, but you try your best to mask your reactions from him, even though your sweating already gives you away.
Every so often, his attention flickers from his work to the look in your eyes.
(He knew.)
After what seems like hours, Sasori withdraws his glowing threads from you.
“There,” he says shortly. “You’ll need to practice sending chakra through your arm to control the movement of your fingers, but the mechanics are as dexterous as the real thing.”
You catch your breath as the pain begins to subside. You raise your new arm in front of you, and at first, it doesn’t feel like it’s yours–but then, you send chakra through it as he instructed, and the fingers move at your command, ever so slightly. Somehow, you feel better.
“What do you think?” he asks.
Somehow, you feel stronger knowing his work is now a part of you.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, still breathless, a bead of sweat dripping from your temple. “Thank you, Sasori-san.”
He smiles at you, and you feel like a masterpiece.

[ click here to see what happens next. - fivetail ]
[ submit a request ] [ written by - fivetail ]

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