The commotion between her and her superior drew unwanted attention just in front of the Akatsukis headquarters.

Shh, K-keke-senpai please calm down, jyeah? Gloved hands rose rather apologetically to calm her insane partner who seemed to only get more and more riled. I will speak however I fuckn want! I cant believe you went behind my back! Senritsu began to take her steps back from the ravenhaired woman who only seemed to pace towards her in seething rage. Sightless eyes glanced around noticing the few cloaked Akatsuki members taking notice of the scene. Something she never wanted anyone to see What the hell did I ever do to you huh?! N-nothing, its just, the leader- Keke raised a hand grabbing to the submissive vocalists collar and giving her a good shake while chewing her out. Pain had no fucking right to know! There was a not so subtle shove, forcing Senritsu to stumble back and still she showed no sense of spite nor anger to her. I-Its my job senpai Fuck that! All you do is write tunes and shit! This wasnt unusual There was nothing abnormal about this. SMACK. Now this was a sight the raised hand of the insane woman from the after strike upon that porcelain face that held nothing but shock in her expression. No shock was a terrible word. More like mortified. It wasnt the matter of being hurt. It was a simple slap after all. The vocalist was more than capable of handling that. It was the emotional injury that was inflicted the moment her superior lashed out physically at her. No one had ever done so before. Not even Sightless eyes that stared into nothingness shifted downward in disbelief, her fingers rising to touching the heated and stinging flesh upon her cheek There was something stirring under that blank expression. Her partner however, surprisingly silent. But both knew of the attention that was caused Keke however glanced from everyone around her, back to her hand, then to her subordinate who still held such a horrified look on her face. Yo Ritsu- The moment she reached over to her however, those opaque hues dilated in horror and her hand reached to fiercely grab a hold of that wrist. A reaction even she didnt expect to have. Yet before anymore violence took place, she simply shoved the hand away and disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing but a haze behind. Nonetheless, her superior knew her error she only turned on her heels and stormed off. She didnt know where to and frankly, she couldnt care. All Keke knew was of the terrified look on her partners face looking at her like she was a... monster.Just like most did. Never did she expect that, but then again never did she expect to ever actually hit her like that either. However deep within the confines of the Akatsuki headquarters, the nightingale had fled to the sanctuary of her room. Painted nails clacking against the surface of a little box she held so close to her form, simply listening to the music that chimed so sweetly to her as she sat back at the foot of her bed. The eyes remained dully fixated on the gears that turned inside, yet her head slightly nodded to the rhythm even though she could feel her heart quivering to a faster pace. Hehe he hehe The laughter she aired from her lungs came out so naturally even if it sounded twistedly insane. Soon that reaction was put far from her him for she heard something else aside from the constant giggling and the musical chimes were the sounds of footsteps. Just down the hall in fact. Even though the songbird was now aware of the familiar presence, she couldnt settle her laughter. Not even a little. He-hehe S-sasori-senpai w-what are jyou hehe whatre jyou doing here? The words came in fragments between the suppressed laughter that was buried behind her cupped hands. The slightly taller figure however seemed to have some subtle form of astonishment plastered over his artificial features peering into her room. The puppet master didnt answer her yet he remained fixated with impassiveness on the pale woman who seemed to tremble in fits of laughter, clearly unable to control herself. It was very different than the naturally composed and sweet-nature she had. No, the musician now seemed to be in a fragile

state which explained why she retreated here of all places. Senritsu, Haha, I-I know senpai I-I know. Jyou were there werent jyou? Jyou saw. Suddenly, there was a feeling of warmth against her cheeks. This realization brought her to re-open her sightless eyes, fingers releasing the little box in her lap to touch the sensations that streamed down her face. Tears? It was the unspoken reaction, the silent expression of her inner pain Senritsu knew she hadnt wept or sobbed since she was a child how could she be Thoughts trailed off as she quickly began to wipe away the evidence. Even with a frozen smile etched upon her lips and a laughter that couldnt cease; she could not erase the human response to emotional pain. Certainly, this reaction of hers however wasnt natural nor was it something forced. But it was clearer now that Keke wasnt the only psychologically damaged one Hehe S-Sasori-senpai I Ive never felt so so useless before I-it may be human to error b-but I shouldnt haha my art, everything I am is just Perhaps even my breath hehe, my very being is but a waste of space m-my art being a waste of air I try so hard just i-it never amounts. Not to jyour talent, not to even Deidara-senpais perhaps I am just easily forgettable too heh Do I disappoint jyou? Am I nothing in jyour eyes too senpai? It was as though everything just crashed down inside. Making too many mistakes in one week, topping it with the lagging work of her art, and even the display that happened today And still, she listened closely. Despite her giggling now calmed to soft uneven breaths, almost as though to keep herself from openly weeping. No thats not right she never was able to sob. Not like most did. But even as her palms pressed to the sore eyes that expressed such pain, she heard him speak A waste of space and air? No I believe Deidara is a waste of space and air. What is calls art is nothing more than an eye sore. Such was surprising to hear and even forced her to look up. The painted countenance on her face, it seemed to be one of an inner awakening. More or less, her art wasnt criticized by him and knowing his standards, it was almost unreal to hear such. Once he had her undivided attention however, he continued Youre quite unforgettable and I have yet to meet someone with a talent quite like yours. I believe youre letting this spiral out of control. You need to get things back in order. It took her a moment, the pale lashes fluttering in disbelief someone truly thought of this about her art. Her passion. It meant something All of her hard work, everything she poured her heart and soul into wasnt futile. She was still worth something; the vocal artist still had value. Yet a small smile crept on her lips, not one that masked any damage under her faade this was an expression that showed her true delight. One at peace now with the situation rather than worked up and defeated. Jyes of course senpai. It was a simple phrase often given, but there was meaning to it. Closing the little music box to silence the chiming, Senritsu placed it back on its designated place and pulled herself back on her feet. The incentive given by the puppet master may have been a direct one, but in some way, she was glad to receive that. The nightingale took her paces out of her room and even closing the door that locked behind her. However, before passing the red-head by, she turned to him Thank jyou Sasori-senpai And Im sorry. Ill be sure jyou wont have to see such an unsightly display of emotions again. Hehe He didnt seem to say anything, which was expected. There was a lot of things to do on her behalf to clean up the mess left behind after all