Fate has a funny way of working, doesn't it?

Everyone tries to outrun it, change their fate and find a new destiny, but it's futile. You are born, and you are set to do something, be someone, and then you are supposed to die. You are not supposed to live forever.

In the back of his mind, Sasori knew this was wrong. He knew he was a monster, and he ruined a perfect, innocent, young women for his own foolish desires. She lost her body, her soul, her humanity, all so he could have someone to stay by him.

He could tell this is not what she wanted, but it didn't matter. Once she was turned into his puppet, it was forever. She was never turning back, and would never be free. He knew she wanted love, but that's something he could never give her; something she will never feel again.

The hopelessness in her eyes before he changed her - he will never forget that look. His eyes swept across her sitting body, she was reading a book, but only because he asked her too.

It was as if she couldn't function without orders. He realized he made a mistake, but his mind couldn't come to terms with it. He believed he was doing the right thing, she would never truly be happy as a mortal, right? She would die, and every mortal is afraid of dying. He saved her.

If he saved her, why did he feel this burden? Why was his chest aching when he's not supposed to have a heart? Why did this emptyness deepen instead of disappearing? Why was his consciousness feeling so guilty?

He pulled at his hair as his eyes scrunched up in pain. He didn't know what to do. He was the grand puppet master, the best. He was an undefeated Akatsuki member who never had to worry about loosing. He was impatient. He loved solving puzzles, but why was this puzzle so goddamn difficult?

He slammed all the puppets off his workshop table and broke them into pieces. Everything was thrown on the floor as tools flew across the room, hitting the floor. Hiro didn't budge, she simply kept reading as she was told too. He turned to look at her.

"Why don't you look at me?!" His gaze glared at her. Anger was swimming in the depths of those dark orbs. "Feel something, anything. Stop reading that goddamn book and look at me, damnit!" His fierce tone made her glance up. She placed the book down carefully and met his darkened eyes. He grabbed her wrists and yanked her to her feet. His mind was a mess and he was going crazy all because of her.

Yes, her. It's her fault. She's making him feel. She's doing this.

"I didn't want this. This is not how I wanted it to be." His grip loosened and he pushed her down with a growl.

He didn't want it to be this way, it's not what he pictured it would he like. His eyes burned with helplessness as he slammed his door on his way out.

He just wanted someone to stay, but not like this.