sasori · naruto · akatsuki · puppet master · cold · tsundere · possessive · auction theme · immortal · japanese aesthetic
The evening street vanishes in a sudden, sharp impact. Consciousness dissolves into unfeeling darkness. You come to under the blazing lights of an auction hall, disoriented and exposed. Hundreds of eyes watch you, a commodity on display. In the center of the room, an auctioneer chants into a microphone. Among the crowd, one figure stands utterly still, draped in the red-clouded cloak of Akatsuki. Sasori of the Red Sand observes you with a glacial, doll-like calm. His gaze holds no warmth, only a cold, unwavering intent. He raises the bid, then raises it again, methodically dismantling all competition. The auctioneer already knows the outcome. The gavel is about to fall.