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Who: Sasori [akatsunosasori] and Pit [pitticus]
Where: the highschool
When: just now
Rating: G
Summary: Sasori meets Pit in the backstage of the highschool with a request that becomes a long conversation about truths.
the log: The doors that marked the front of the high school barely swung open as a red-headed puppeteer snaked his way through and stopped momentarily. Seeing an area close by that seemed to be inhabited, Sasori decided to avoid that area as much as possible, navigating soundlessly down the corridor to his right. He quickly made his way through the auditorium and stood near the backstage, listening for disruptions of silence in the room he planned on entering.

There were indeed small sounds emitting from the hidden portion of the stage. Footsteps, to the trained ear. It was silent enough to catch the faint echoes. If Sasori was patient enough, someone might emerge.

Sasori was not, however, a patient person, and upon hearing the light, fluttery footsteps, he clicked the door open. Emotionless, chocolate eyes peered over the frame, identifying the angel before entering fully and swinging the door shut.

"Pit."

Said angel swerved around, his head focused on the intruder as he was stunned with the surprise. His entire body tensed. "S-Sasori?"

The puppeteer shifted his weight from foot to foot for a moment. "How... are you?" he asked uncertainly, trying to make for small talk, which he was no good at. He wanted to get to the point.

Pit's uncertain face morphed into a soft, easy smile as he replied, "I'm doing well. I'm making new friends now. This place isn't as bad as most people make it seem!" His body turned with his head now as he made steady steps towards the entering puppeteer. Absent were his sandals, so he padded the wooden floor with naked feet. The glow in his eyes grew and took form as blue orbs of exhilaration.

Astonished by this action, an uneasy Sasori took a step back, wrinkling his nose a little. "Good to know," he mumbled and regained his posture. "So who are these new friends of yours?" he then inquired, deciding that this may lead to some good information.

Pit's focus wandered to the ceiling in contemplation. "Umm..." He stopped approaching. "If you really want to know, I made friends with Link, Shiek, Sonic, Nill, Mona, and... you!" Pit flashed a smile. "Did you come all the way over here to see me?"

He memorized the names and thought for ones he might know. "Don't talk about me to others," he reminded him. "I don't like to be known too well. No matter what, do not talk about me." Ignoring his other questions, Sasori felt that first off, he should go over his little rules again. It was alarming that Pit might be able to tell people about him.

The brunette's face fell and he gave a firm nod. "I... I won't. That's disappointing, you know? But I understand." Of all his new acquaintances, Sasori was the most rude, blunt, and mysterious. It opened a jar of intrigue for the little angel and made him want to pry the lid off further. He liked him for now.

Sasori's face became stoic once again. "So, then," he started, hitching his arms behind his back, "where do you come from?" He expected a strange answer, as he had never seen such a creature before. There were many strange people here, he registered, for he had seen people with elven ears, strange outfits, markings, and even true, unmistakable wings.

"Ah... Angel Land. It's so beautiful there. I come from the sky, the palace of Palutena, in the sky." He offered his wings a few graceful flaps. "As you can see, I am an angel."

The Akatsuki member seemed vaguely amused. "So those are real, huh?" he mused, this time him being the one to take the steps forward as he reached out to touch the feathered mechanisms. "An angel..."

He opened it for him, like a flower blooming for a bee's pollination. "Do you like them? They're okay to touch. I'm not gonna get infected or anything. Besides... the feathers feel soft, don't they? Like a cloud!" He gave them a small flip just for Sasori's amusement.

The puppeteer was indeed intrigued. "Interesting," he whispered to himself.

"Pit, I have something I need you to do for me," he said, looking at the angel's face once again. "I need you to get me something, since it seems you have access to items that are otherwise unobtainable. It's very important, you see," he explained, eyes boring deep into Pit's.

"If you can," he trailed off, "I would appreciate it if you could get me, oh, test tubes or beakers. Maybe you could even tell me where some are, instead." He continued to stare at the boy, unblinking.

"...There is a lab upstairs," he leaked, gazing straight into the chocolate of his acquaintance's eyes. "Why do you need all these weird things, huh?"

He did not take his hand off his wing. Well, he was probably just amused.

The taller of the two shut his eyes. "It's a... hobby," he prevaricated, finally removing his hand from the wing. "Maybe you could show me where this is, hmmm?"

This equipment wasn't quite necessary, but it was sure helpful to have some around. There were very important things he needed to recreate, and luckily he had a small specimen left in his Hiruko.

It's upstairs, like I said. You want me to show you?" His face was determined and faithful as he lent a hand the puppet master's direction, coaxing him to take it. "First we have to get out of the dark."

Ignoring the hand, Sasori stepped out of the backstage room, waiting for Pit to guide him to the supplies he needed. "Just show me."

Pit dismissed his reluctance and padded out the door, which he shut on his way out. He walked ahead of Sasori just to ensure he could be guided appropriately.

The angel's face was blank, but his eyes floated around the high school walls in order to retrace his steps to the nearest stairwell. Once the duo reached one, they climbed, and eventually, Pit and Sasori found themselves inside one of the labs. The lights were turned out, so the room lay sleeping and dull. Rows of lab tables lined the area, sinks were present on the counters, and there were cabinets with supplies locked away for occupants' uses. Pit gave his wings a soft flutter as he presented, "There you are. This is the lab." He leaned over to hit the light switch and the room sprung to life.

Sasori turned and pulled a high cabinet door open, revealing dusty vials, tubes, and beakers. The puppeteer smirked and pulled a few out; just enough for him to carry in pockets and hands.

"I guess this works," he said airily when he finished, walking back to the angel. "I suppose you're useful." His eyes remained half lidded and his mouth no longer held a grin as he watched the brunette for response.

"Uh-huh." One firm nod and the young angel smiled up at him, a small, prim smile, blue eyes focused and settled. "Anything else I can do for you?"

The red-head's gaze now seemed to be settled on Pit's angelic wings, tracing their every curve and feather. "Can you fly... with those?" he asked passively.

"What do you think they were made for?" Pit asked smoothly, twisting his body around to show them off, his smile growing into a smirk. "I'm not the best flier, but they sure can work!" He was trying to mask his insecurities.

Sasori nodded. "I see," he started, then turned towards the door. "I think I should be off now. I'm busy." He started for the door before he realized he had forgotten something.

"Oh, by the way. Have you gotten your chip removed?"

"No." The angel became curious.

"Would you like me to remove it for you? I guess I could do a favor for you in return," Sasori offered. More like a favor for himself.

"Must I?" Dapples of fright and unwillingness marked his face as he questioned the puppeteer. "I really don't think having a chip placed inside of me is going to affect me much."

Sasori was surprised that Pit didn't want it removed. "It does track you, you know." Anything to get him to remove the chip. It's not like Sasori knew much about what the chip did, but he knew that could get some people to feel unsettled. "Anyways, I won't force you to have it removed. It was just an offer."

Pit contemplated for a flashing moment. "Sasori. I'm just... nervous is all." His wings drooped as well as his gaze, keeping one hand grazing against his chin. "I have never had... well, my skin..."

Sasori shrugged. "Well, whatever. It's up to you, since it doesn't affect me much."

"But... it won't hurt me, will it? You'll keep me from hurting, right?"

The ex-suna nin looked up thoughtfully. "I did remove my own chip, but it hurt a lot afterwards. I can't say that I can prevent that..." Oh, could he prevent that pain...

"Well... then maybe not. I'm worried about myself. Wait... you're fine now, right?" He gazed at him expectantly.

Sasori nodded briefly. "Everyone experiences side effects, even if you have no powers to begin with. You might just get sick, as if you caught a cold or something."

"...Will you do it kindly? But what if..." He glanced back towards the ground, "what if we're not supposed to take the chip out? What if we make the scientists angry?"

Sasori clicked his tongue. "Those scientists shouldn't mean a thing to you. They put you here, you know." He was smirking now.

A gale of laughter erupted from Pit as he took a few clumsy steps backward. "Don't be silly! My goddess sent me down here to make amends! The scientists have nothing to do with my descent! They are merely supervisors. I must follow their guidance for now. It is Palutena's deepest wishes."

The majority of the information that spilled from Pit's mouth he wasn't a hundred percent positive about. Palutena never spoke to him. He was only assured by himself that his goddess desired for Pit to assist the needy people here after the apocalypse. True, he had recently learned that nobody here was an original settler, but in his mind, there was no other way. Of course Palutena wished he make it better down here! She understood when mortals were crying for help!

Sasori raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that the story you've been telling yourself?" He asked, turning his full attention back to the winged boy. "No. You see, I've been studying people's reactions to coming to this place. We've been brought here for some reason or another, but it's surely not because of your goddess. You were brought here by the scientists themselves." He doubted that the angel would understand, since Sasori himself wasn't very informed on this matter, but it had to do.

His head shook fervently. "No! I refuse to believe such nonsense! Only Palutena herself is capable of pulling me from the heavens in such a manner! How would the scientists reach me way up in the other realm? It may be that way for mortals, but me? I'm an angel!" Pit showed his stubborn lower lip.

Again, the puppeteer clicked his tongue. "I bet your goddess is wondering where you are now... watching in despair..." he dramatized, crossing his arms and smirking."You can believe what you want, but I just told you the truth."

The notion dawned on him and he held himself in growing fear, heart squelching at the very thought of this new predicament. "N-no... that can't happen..." He refused to look at the shinobi, legs bent together insecurely. "It's not the truth! Those are lies! Palutena sent me!"

Sasori chuckled. "Oh, it can happen alright, because it just did, didn't it?" He uncrossed his arms and tapped his cheek with a delicate index finger. "You know, I bet those scientists could take your goddess right out of the sky and bring her here if they wanted to."

He gasped loudly, eyes boggling. "Ohh... never!" His hands covered his mouth tightly, then let go. "No, they could never take her from her palace! They don't have an army big enough for Palutena, and the good people of Discedo would never try to hurt my goddess!"

The puppet shook his head. "Oh, they can. It appears they can bring almost anyone here, right? If it all depended on strength, I wouldn't be here right now. It just happens," he explained, a mask of pity displayed on his face. His eyes did not reflect this emotion, however, and continued to remain glassy.

Pit hung his head, refusing to face Sasori or any traces of the 'truth'. Perhaps what he spoke was, in fact, a possibility. His wings sagged and his arms dangled, the mental pain seizing his body. "I... I hope she sent me..."

Sasori shrugged. "You can hope all you want, Pit, but the truth is in your face," he warned, and upon opening his eyes, he looked devious.

"So… what do you think? About getting your chip removed."

"...If it means I have the possibility of getting closer to my goddess, then yes," Pit replied solemnly, still hanging there with his dim composure. "Sasori... why are you so insistent? You always seem like you don't care... so do you?"

The shinobi thought for a moment before responding, "Well, I have places to go and things to do, so I'm trying to get an answer out of you quickly. Will you get your chip removed? I'm quite skilled, so there's no need to worry about injury inflicted by me."

"I will do it." His eyes were falling upon his dim bracelets that marked the ownership of the beautiful bow which had been given to him by Palutena. If only the chance to make them shine brighter... for her. For Angel Land, for his identity.

Sasori's eyes darkened malevolently, a foreshadow of what was to come for the beauty that lie before him. The scorpion turned back towards the exit.

"Then... shall we meet up tomorrow? Get it over with today? What do you suggest?" Any later than that could cause trouble for the Akatsuki member.

"If it is to be tomorrow, where shall we meet?" His voice was soaked in melancholy despair and his head wasn't lifting any time soon.

"We can meet at the backstage again," Sasori offered, bringing a finger to push aside his bangs. "Be there around three PM, sharp. I'm not the type to be kept waiting."

Sasori clicked his fingers. "Oh, and by the way… don't tell anyone who's removing your chip. I don't care if you tell people you're getting it removed; just don't tell them I'm doing it." He turned back towards the door, ready to leave.

"B-bye then," Pit dismissed, watching as the redhead vanished beyond the doorway. He had a sinking feeling after this conversation, one that made him want to hurl up his heart in the crudest fashion. Palutena…