WARNING: THIS STORY HAS A RAPE THEME if you are easily offended by that don't read.

This is an AU where Sasori wins against Sakura and Chiyo and what Sasori does after the fight.

Basic spoilers: Sasori attempts to break Sakura's will and turn her into a sex slave.

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(Skip to Chapter 5, 13, and 17 for lemons; more lemon to be added or course)

"You should've known you couldn't defeat me, grandma."

Chiyo looked up at her grandson, the grandson she once loved and cared about, the one she would have died for. Now, he stood over her, pure hatred in his eyes. Chiyo was on the verge of dying and Sasori was to hasten her fate. A wire found its way coiled around the old woman's neck, slippery and wet from the poison applied to it. It became harder to breathe and Chiyo attempted, albeit feebly, to loosen the wire around her neck.

"You'll become a fine puppet," Sasori mocked. "Since Hiruko and the Third have been destroyed…" The wire wrapped itself tighter around the old woman's neck. "Perhaps you'll become my next favorite. Or will it be her?"

Sasori looked over his shoulder, indicating he meant Sakura, who was lying unconscious a few feet away. Sakura had been knocked out when she attempted to stand between Sasori and his once beloved grandmother.

"Saku…" Chiyo struggled to call out the girl's name.

"DIE!"

Chiyo's body became limp. Her hands, which she had been using to attempt to remove the wire from around her throat, fell to her side. As her head fell forward, Sasori retracted his wire back into his puppet body, satisfied that he had defeated the great Honored Grandmother Chiyo of the Sand. The accomplishment merely pandered to Sasori's ego and reaffirmed, in his eyes at least, that he was the greatest puppet master ever to live.

"Don't worry, grandmother," Sasori whispered to her corpse, pulling a scroll out from his back to seal her body away for later. "I'll make sure your form never decays. For that is true art."

He turned to the pink haired girl after he had sealed away his grandmother's body. Kneeling down, Sasori stroked the girl's cheek with the back of his puppet hand. Sasori had forgotten what it felt like to have flesh but it was a price to pay for ever-lasting art. Although he couldn't feel Sakura's skin, he still craved it.

"I won't kill you yet, girl," Sasori told the unconscious Sakura. "I have bigger plans for you yet."

Just as Sasori was about to set out to aid Deidara against the two shinobi that followed him, Zetsu came out of the ground in his signature fashion.

"Deidara had to retreat," the creepy Akatsuki member informed Sasori. "He didn't have as much luck as you did."

"Luck?" Sasori got offended by that comment. "My art is what won this, not luck."

"Regardless, Deidara lost the use of both his arms," Zetsu continued. "I brought him to the hideout a day from here."

"It figures Deidara lost," Sasori scoffed. "His so called 'art' is pathetic."

"Just head to the hideout," Zetsu answered. "We'll be waiting." And with that, he disappeared into the floor once again.

Sasori got ready to leave. He had to wear the Third Kazekage puppet's robes as his Akatsuki attire was destroyed during the fight. After donning some clothes, Sasori sealed away Mother and Father, which Chiyo had used during the fight, slung Sakura over his shoulder, and set off towards the hideout where his Akatsuki teammates were waiting for him.

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