Keke finally pulled Senritsu’s hai
r up as her masquerade was finally coming together. The beautifullycolored kimono of vibrant red hues complimented her pale features practically giving her pastel tones awarmer hue. It suited the young
nightingale compared to the darker colors of her uniform. “Almostdone there, Senritu.” Keke told her as she twirled and wrapped the singer’s
hair into lovely curls andlocks held up by decorative gold pins. The young nightingale was never this dolled up since her
childhood, but at least she wasn’t being criticized while being dressed up.
As Keke pulled the rest of her hair up, the dark-haired woman had to pause. Seeing s
omething she didn’t
expect to see. The dark brand of a scorpion within a diamond shaped box, imprinted on her fair skin atthe back of her neck
. “… Senritsu, what the hell is this?” The crude questioning only brought the delicatewoman to glance back with veiled eyes. “I’m afraid… that’s none of j’your business now is it, senpai?”
ane woman’s eyes narrow to her
she knew the mark and the meaning of it. Who didn’t?
Senritsu seemed to leave it at that though, her attention shifted back in front of her. The sounds of stepsnot too far away kept her mind preoccupied.
She thought in recognition. Though the young
singer wished he didn’t see her like this. “What the hell do you want?” Her partner sharply questioned
as he looked over to the scorpion who now
stood at the doorway. Sasori’s eyes n
arrowed to Keke indetest before he took notice of his doll dressed in the alluring robes.Her long pale tresses were pulled up into loops and curls that seemed like cream colored petals thatwreathed and put the golden clips and pins to shame. It was very different than her usually long tressesfree flowing with her movements and the wind. And yet, it was becoming of her.Senritsu seemed to blush in silence
knowing he was examining her appearance. “Oi, I was fucking talkingto you!” The dark
-haired woman interrupted their peace, earning his spiteful
glare again. “What is this?”
questioned directly. Yet Senritsu didn’t allow Keke to speak further. “We’ve received intel thatthere’s a vital bit of information in Otokagure… One of Orochimaru’s subordinates goes to a local g
eishatea house every Thursday in the evening.
I’ll be going in posing as one of the geisha to obtain thisinformation.”The puppet master’s eyes narrowed in protest of the idea. Clearly he wasn’t fond of his doll going to
play such a role. Yet, before he could object, her partner added her own two-
cents worth. “If you got a
fucking problem with
plan then take it up with the leader.” Obviously his patience was being tested
today and the young vocalist could easily sense that. Yet, Sasori knew the insan
e woman couldn’
t be the
one to do it in Senritsu’s place
either.Keke was rash, irrational, and crude. The woman lacked the refined mannerisms that were usually
required of a geisha. Senritsu’s delicate nature, even with her fair appearance seemed to fit
the roleflawlessly. But, there was one problem. She was
doll, his and no one else’s.
So it begged the question.Was the little nightingale truly aware of the situation she was getting herself into?
“I’ll be ok, Sasori
senpai.” She reassured with a naïve smile on her face. Her words didn’t bring any sense
of ease, but the young si
nger truly wished he didn’t see her before she had to set out
. Senritsu alwaysknew how possessive he was. Not that she minded. It was a wonderful feeling, that she meantsomething to someone. Even if it was only as a
. When puppet master turned on his heels and leftthe two women be, the vocalist
’s gaze shifted downward in disappointment.