Coin Operated Boy


One: Onsen





Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf
He is just a toy
But I turn him on
And he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is what I want
A coin operated boy


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Disturbing.

That was the only way to describe it.

Just. . . Disturbing.

Sasori had been on a trip with Deidara to Kirigakure, and everything went according to plan. They accomplished their mission (gathering information about the various bijuu), and were heading back home. Before leaving the town completely, Deidara decided that he wanted to take a break and sit in the public onsen for a while. Sasori wouldn’t have it. Rei-dono was waiting, and he couldn’t stand making people wait. Thus, they bickered about it until finally Deidara won. Sasori grumbled about how annoying it would be to have to oil all his joints again after they were in water, thinking about how much rust and calcium would be built up over time.

That wasn’t the disturbing part.

The onsen was fairly normal, if not a bit cold. Sasori asked specifically for a private room, since he couldn’t have people looking at his puppet body. It might draw attention to their association and cause. However, it seemed that the old woman who was running the bath house was blind. The room she showed Sasori to was a girls only room that could easily be connected to the main hot spring. However, before Sasori could say anything to the hag, she was gone.

Even that wasn’t the disturbing part.

It was the girl.

Sasori didn’t know who she was, but she couldn’t have been more than thirteen. Her hair was neatly put up into short, fluffy pig tails, a towel adorning the top of her head, and she was clothed only in a wet towel that clung to her body for dear life. In her hands were small dolls, which she was playing with as if she was an immature five-year old.

Sasori was thoroughly annoyed.

“Imooto-baka,” he sneered, glaring at the little girl. “Ikou.” She looked up at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Do you not understand? Leave.”

“Why should I? I was here first!!”

“The lady gave me this room to use.”

“We can share!”

“No we can’t. Ikou.” Sasori growled. “Or I’ll break your dolls.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” she said, smiling. “T-chan and Q-chan don’t like it when people hurt them.”

“Your dolls can’t move, baka.”

“Yes they can! Watch!!” she said, standing the wooden dolls on their feet and staring at them. Sasori raised an eyebrow, wondering if she could control them with her chakra. Instead of putting out her hands to control the dolls, she folded them in her lap and continued to stare intently at the figures.

They didn’t move.

“You’re a liar.”

“They moved!! Didn’t you see them? T-chan and Q-chan shook hands and kissed each other, and then walked over to the towel there and sat down and talked, and then they came back!!!”

“Wait, they kissed?” Sasori asked, seeing that T-chan and Q-chan were both visibly male.

“Yes! T-chan and Q-chan are in love!!” she exclaimed. Sasori had blank look on his face, but inside all he could think of was how insane this girl was.

“Why don’t you go outside and soak in the onsen with T-chan and Q-chan? It’s nice outside.”

“Okay!!” she said, taking her dolls and happily skipping away. . .


Even THAT wasn’t the disturbing part.


Sasori sighed and undressed, finding his tools and polish in the small tub he brought with him. He cleaned his tools in the water in the shower area and began his detailed maintenance of his body. First there was the disassembling of his legs, polishing the skin and cleaning the joints of any dust and blood that may be there. Then the same thing for his arms, controlling separate parts of his body in order to clean his hands. After that he took off his head and lower torso to have his newly cleaned hands do the fine work on those parts. Finally he polished his body (not needing to do any work on the joints, for he had just added a new weapon where his bowls used to be), and reassembled himself into a single, whole man once again.

“WOW NIICHAN!!!!!” the girl screamed once Sasori had put himself back together again. “YOU’RE AMAZING!!!!!!!”

“Go away.” Sasori said, glaring. “Or I’ll have to kill you.”

“You can’t kill me. They’ve tried before.”

“They?”

“Mommy and Daddy. . . and this guy in a funny robe with ‘Water’ in his head.”

“The Mizukage?”

“I don’t know. Who’s that?” the girl asked, completely clueless.

“Why couldn’t they kill you?”

“I dunno. T-chan and Q-chan didn’t like it.” she said, pointing to her wooden companions. “Mommy and Daddy are dead now, and I don’t know what happened to the funny guy.” Sasori carefully inspected the girl. He knew there were several children who were natural geniuses with chakra, but he had never heard of one that killed so instinctively. “Hey, niichan, are you a doll?”

“No, I’m a puppet.”

“It’s the same thing!” she said, walking up to him and looking at his body. “Wow! You can move too!”

“Of course.” he said, getting annoyed. “Now go away.”

“No! Play with me!!”

“Why should I?”

“You’re a dolly!! I like you!!!”

“That doesn’t mean I like you.”

“But you’re made to like me! That’s what Mommy told me!!” she insisted. “You’re name’s P-chan!!”

“That’s not my name.”

“It is now!!” she said, grabbing Sasori’s hand and dragging him into the onsen. Though Sasori tried to stand his ground, he was soon pulled away by the small girl, who apparently was a lot stronger than she looked. “We’re going to go into the hot spring now!”

“I can’t go in the hot spring.” Sasori said.

“Of course you can! You’re a dolly!!” she insisted. “Okay, you sit here with T-chan and Q-chan, and I’ll be right back with mochi!!” she said, shoving the two dolls into Sasori’s hands. “And if you try to move, T-chan and Q-chan will hurt you!” The girl then ran off into the bath house, dripping wet, leaving Sasori alone in the pool with two stupid dolls. The puppet master looked down at the dolls in his hands, glaring. What the hell was all that about?!?

“Well, T-chan and Q-chan, it seems P-chan has to leave now. I’m not supposed to be here anyway.” he said, not exactly sure why he was talking to the dolls. He set them down on the rocks and climbed out of the onsen, looking for a towel to hopefully dry himself off with before he began to rust. When the red head came back out to check if the girl was back or not, he found the dolls missing. He figured the girl must have come back and found her new “friend” missing, thus taking her dolls and leaving to find Sasori.

However, that wasn’t the case.

Sasori turned around and found that behind him were T-chan and Q-chan, staring up intently at him. The puppet master raised an eyebrow, looking at the dolls who seemingly followed him. He didn’t know what to do, really. Was this some joke of the girl’s doing? It wasn’t funny.

“I’ll rust if I go into the water. Fights are one thing, the onsen is quite another.” he told the dolls. “Where are you, imooto-baka?” Sasori looked around his area, but found no trace of a presence. “Whatever. I’m not staying here. Where’s Deidara?” Sasori asked out loud, getting dressed and going to find his partner.




TBC...


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Notes:

onsen: hot springs. Usually, a shower is taken before going into the hot spring to make sure that your body is clean before mingling with other bodies.

Imooto-baka: (literally) stupid younger sister. In Japan, people are called “brother” or “sister” according to age difference. Though Sasori and this girl are not blood related, she is younger than him, thus he calls her (somewhat affectionately) little sister. Older men and women are called “grandpa” or “grandma” as well.

Ikou: go/ leave (this is short for ikimasu.)

Niichan: older brother. This has the same meaning as when Sasori called the little girl “imooto”.

mochi: pounded rice cake. It looks like a white blob, if you don't know what it is. . .


A/N: Hehehe. . . I love how this is going. . . See you all next time *evil smile* Please rate and review!!!!!!

Coin Operated Boy




Two: Anger and Infatuation




Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again!
Wrap my arms around him and pretend. . .



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“Oi! Danna!” Deidara said, slightly inebriated and trying to stumble toward his partner as they were walking back from the hot springs. “Who was yer onsen?”

“You mean ‘HOW was your onsen’.” Sasori corrected, slightly perterbed. “And I didn’t appreciate it.”

“Awwwwwwww, why not?”

“Some brat showed up.”

“Really?”

“Stupid little girl.”

“OH! Was she cute?” Deidara asked. Sasori glared.

“She was a child, baka.”

“Pedophile.”

“I’m not the one asking if she was cute.” the redhead stated. Deidara shrugged and opened the hotel door.

“Hey! Lookie! There’re little dolls.” the blonde noticed, though they were barely visable through the alcohol. Sasori looked at the two figures that were standing in the niddle of the floor.

“T-chan? Q-chan?”

“They’re yours?”

“No. They were that little girl’s dolls.”

“Pedophile. She’s here, huh?” Deidara accused, going into the room and looking for a little girl that might be hidden away somewhere. Sasori didn’t move, however. So what if he had seen them at the hot springs? The little girl could have moved them just to annoy him. However, these dolls were already in the hotel when they arrived. Unless Deidara could find the girl and prove she had broken in. . . These dolls were moving of their own volition.

“Oi, Deidara.” Sasori said. “I’m going back to the onsen.”

“Haaaaaai.” the blonde answered, finished in his search and ready to pass out on his bed. “Ja na. . .” Sasori shook his head and left the hotel, wondering if the dolls would follow.




Back at the hot springs, Sasori found the place to be shutting down for the night, cleaning up and shooing people out.

“Is there something I can help you with, sir?” one of the workers asked.

“I’m looking for a small girl about 13 year of age.” The woman blush.

“Why would you be looking for her?”

“She. . . left her belongings somewhere.”

“Um,” she began, not sure of what to do. “You would be talking about small dolls, would you?”

“I am.”

“She’s not here.” the woman said, a little too quickly for Sasori’s taste.

“If you insist.” the red head said, planning to just break into the grounds later. “Thank you.” Sasori turned and left, finding a good perch to sit and watch the onsen until the owners left. It wasn’t long after, either. The last few customers walked out and the workers soon filed out quickly after them. However, Sasori noticed something strange about the old woman who locked up the doors. There was a regular door lock, a pad lock, a card lock, and a paper seal: the kind ninja normally used for sealing in spirits. The old woman looked around for a moment, then walked off, her hands held behind her as if nothing was amiss.

Sasori jumped down from his lookout and over the fences that led into the hot springs. He found the place eerily deserted, though there was no fear to be felt in the heart of the puppet.

Then, he heard a giggle.

Sasori looked around, trying to find the little girl who he knew the giggle belonged to. Instead, the red head found the two same dolls that had been following him around, T-chan and Q-chan, standing still beside him.

“What is it?” he demanded, as if the dolls would answer him. “What do you want of me?” However, the dolls did not move. All Sasori heard was the running of water and the shaking of leaves in the nighttime wind. There was really nothing there. “Oi, imooto-baka. I know you’re there.”>

“Niichan, you moved.” a voice said behind him. Sasori whipped around and found an angry little girl behind him. “You shouldn’t have moved.”

“I had to leave.”

“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE MOVED!!!!!!” she shouted, her words craking with the screaming.

“You know that you’re locked in here.”

“So?”

“Don’t you go home?”

“No.” she said, smiling. “Because I don’t leave.” Sasori’s eyes narrowed. So she had made the onsen her home? Why? “It’s your home too!”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is!!”

“Baka, you can’t make someone do something against their will.”

“Yes I can. . .” she said, pouncing on Sasori and putting a sticker on his chest. Suddenly, Sasori lost all movement and ability to draw chakra. Barely, Sasori was able to move his eyes down to the paper on his chest. It was a seal: “lock”. The girl giggled and hugged Sasori. “Now you can stay with me forever, Niichan!!”

‘NO!’ Sasori thought, not able to vocalize his distress. ‘Where the fuck is Deidara?’

“I don’t like the way you look, though.” she said/ “I think you need blonde hair!” The girl ran over to the cabinet outside and pulled out a long, synthetic blond wig. “OH! And pink eyes!!”

‘Pink?’

“No, maybe not.”

‘Good.’

“I like those flower contacts!” she declaired, taking out pink eyes and a glass covering to make the irises into daisies. Sadly, Sasori’s eyes were brutally gouged out from their sockets, and his hair was ripped out from the roots. He was thankful then that puppets would not feel pain, or he would have been screaming, even through the seal. “There! You’re adorable!!”

‘. . . Adorable??’

“Now we need clothes for you!”

‘Fuck she’s annoying.’

“You’re pretty enough to wear a dress, I think.”

‘No. . . Don’t you fucking DARE put me in a dress!!’ The little girl smiled and skipped off to see if she could find a dress for Sasori. . . her new doll.




TBC...



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Notes:


Oi: Hey

Danna: In the anime, Deidara calls Sasori: Sasori-danna. It’s a sign of “respect” and Deidara being Sasori’s underling.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaai: uh, that’s “hai” and yes.

Ja na: Good bye


A/N: Well, I know this one’s short, and I haven’t updated in a long, LONG time, but I’m busy with finals and making money (I’m selling cosplay costumes and purses if you wanna buy!! XD), so don’t expect me to update a lot on TONFA. I can’t think of anything to write for this story lately @___@;;; DAMN LE PLOT BUNNIES!!!!!!!!!!!!

Please rate and review!!!!!!!!! ^_______^

- Yumi ^^