"Help! ANBU! Sanin! Hokage-sama! Ayone!" Sasori cried as he limped into the sake house where a rainbow arched over their head from the misty sake air and lights. Everyone in the sake house turned to the old puppet who had crashed their merry singing and dancing.
"Lord Sasori?" a bunch of them said in surprise. Sasuke leaned over to Konohamaru and whispered,
"Who again is this old-man?" The boy almost fell over.
"He's Jessica-san's father!" Konohamaru explained.
"Please! I beg of you, I need your help! He's got her! He has her locked in the dungeon!" The akatsuki leader cried.
"Who?" Sasuke's delinquent asked.
"Jessica-chan. We must leave. There’s no time to lose!" He said to them as he limped into a nearby chair to support himself. Next to him was Jiraiya who was hanging out with a bunch of young women.
"Hey, slow down, Sasori. Who's got my dear and sweet Jessica-chan locked in a dungeon and why doesn't she just do some sort of jutsu?" Sasuke asked him as if he were a small child. Naara was cracking his knuckles and Tsunade was giving Sasuke death glares because of the little respect he had given to the puppet master.
"A demon! A horrible, monstrous jinchuuriki!" Sasori literally cried with tears pouring down his face like Maito Gai and Rock Lee would when looking at a sunset. He went from person to person, pleading his case until he was thrown at the feet of Sasuke Uchiha. After a long and dreadful (or rather around three seconds) silence the room laughed at him.
"Is it a big demon?" asked a man puffing his heart away on a cigarette.
"Huge!"
"With a long and ugly tail?"
"Hideously ugly!" Sasori explained. By then the mist of sake that had been hovering in the air had oozed into everyone's heads except for Konohamaru because he put a protection seal on his forehead since he was not of age to drink yet.
"And sharp, cruel fangs?"
"Yes, yes. Will you help me?" he begged. Sasuke snickered.
"All right, old-man. We'll help you out." He nudged Konohamaru in the side and winked.
"You will? Oh, arigatogozaimashita!" Sasori thanked them, bowing. Konohamaru regretfully picked up Sasori with the help of Kiba and threw the near fifty year old out through the door. Rock Lee caught the old-man in a split second before he hit the ground, followed by Neji who preformed Jyuuken on Kiba as he passed by.
"Crazy old Sasori. He's always good for a laugh." said a round man with swirls on his cheeks. Sasuke poised his left hand tucked to his right side with his right scratching his chin.
"Crazy old Sasori, hmm? Crazy old Sasori. Hmm." Sasuke mumbled, he paced around. "Konohamaru, I've been thinking." Kakashi, Naara, and Konohamaru reeled back in shock and horror. "I know, but that wacky old-man is Jessica-chan's father and his sanity is only a bit under stable." He struck a vain pose.
"Now the wheel's in my head have been turning, since I looked at that crazy old-man. See I promised myself that I'd be married to Jessica-chan, and right now I'm evolving a plan!" The duck haired haired boy sang. He grabbed Konohamaru by the scarf and held his head close. "If I..." The man whispered.
"Yes?" said the third Hokage's grandson, begging him to continue.
"Then I..." he whispered.
"No, would she?" the teenager gasped.
"...Guess!" Sasuke continued to whisper.
"Oh, now I get it Sasuke-sama!" They stood side by side and dramatically except with less enthusiasm from the younger boy, punched the air and said together, "Let's go!"
"No one plots like Sasuke, takes cheap shots like Sasuke, plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Sasuke!" The boys sang.
"So his marriage we soon will be celebrating! My what a guy, Sasuke!" sang the bar. Outside the sake house was Sasori alone sitting in the nearby mitarashi restaurant. It was closing down. he sighed.
"Will no one help me?" he said to no one in particular. Naara had gone out to capture some demons and Rock Lee had gone along to see how it would turn out.
