beauty: - a noun - the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).
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He hates to admit it, but there was a bit of eye-catching that had gone on when he had first seen the human girl. She is beautiful, he has to say. The type of exotic look that only came in every few huge time spaces. It is quite the opportunity he has.

It is the usual instant attraction between two humans (human-like, in his case) where appearance gains the spotlight. His crimson eyes take a glimpse at pink hair, green eyes, and exposed body parts. Shameful as this is, it is only normal. This is not an infatuation; there has not been enough time to develop one.

Yet, despite these features, he stabs her. He watches as she sputters for breath, to stop the wound from growing any bigger. His careful eyes wander around to see all the blood and injuries that sprinkled her body everywhere. His blade grows dirty but he does not find it in his system to care at the moment.

She looks good in red, He thinks to himself.

He notices the way her eyes widen at the attack and her hands struggle to grasp the weapon. He hears the way her breath stops and restarts because it was getting harder and harder. Truthfully, he enjoys this in the best way possible. It is the way to tell she is alive, unlike him. To tell that she has a life that he could take away in a snap because he is cruel and morbid that way.

She takes the blade out of her body and coughs as she spits out more of the beautiful crimson that already stains her in so many ways. A swift and fierce battle commences; it is evenly played out. Friction grows high and the puppet master grows excited, finally would there be a prize worth fighting for.

“Sasori.”

He simply enjoys the way her eyes flare as her voice spat the name out with acid. He tries to think ahead to when he will – with slight regret – inhumanely turn her into something that is not human. Something that could be controlled. Her outfit will be beautiful, the Akatsuki member muses to himself. It will include a blood red ribbon because she is all that special.

“Sakura.”

He loves the way her name rolls off his lips. He could think of so many ways to say it, but he has to try it out later for he is currently busy. Perhaps it was the distraction that brought his downfall; it was too late when the object of his fantasies pushed his own weapon against the very ‘heart’ of him.

Maybe he will never put the ribbon on his doll.