Me: OMG I have become a GaaraSakura and now SasoriSakura fan!! But this story doesn't have a pairing though. Just to warn you!
This is Sasori's childhood as I wanted it to be. I didn't quite like how it was.
So I put in my OC, one that I just made up right about last year, before I decided I should write this. This story gave me an excuse for using her.
Alright, let's get's this show on the road. I don't own anything. ANYTHING I SAID!!!
Naruto: Get her down!!
Sakura: Someone get me her sedatives! NOW!
Me: *Fights Naruto* I DON'T OWN ANYTHING YA HEAR ME?!! Wait… what are you doing with that syringe Sakura? No, no AAAH GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEE!!! Oooh look at all those colors. Ohh how beautiful. You know what? While you read this chappie I'll sleep alright? Yeah that's a good ideaaaaaaah. *Falls asleep*
Deidara: Yeah, you heard her, un!
Chiyo walked in the door to her grandson's bedroom, the one he used to share with his parents. Or at least, he still thought he shared it with them. He didn't know that is parents had died a week ago by the Konoha's White Fang, on a mission that should have lasted only a few days.
Chiyo didn't have the heart to tell Sasori since he really hadn't got to know his parents that much. She wanted him to believe they would come back until he was old enough for him to understand.
But now, as she watched him look at the pictures of him and his parents, she began to wonder if it was for his own good that she kept the truth from him. She had already taught him how to control puppets, and he was very good too, for being only a seven year old.
'Maybe I should tell him… he deserves to know," she thought, heading over to him and sat down beside him.
"Chiyobaa-sama," he exclaimed and smiled.
"Sasori, I need to tell you something I should have told you before." She sighed before relating to him the truth.
Crying and yelling could be heard and Sasori slammed the door close, crying.
"It's not true. You're lying. I hate you Chiyo-baasama!" he cried, as he ran away.
"Sasori!" she yelled after him but he was already long gone.
She ran out after him in hopes of calming him down, but she couldn't find him anywhere.
Sasori had run out of their home, yelling at his grandma.
The streets were empty, and for that, he was thankful: no one could ask him what was , he bumped into someone. As he fell, he yelped in surprise. He then looked up at who he bumped into and saw a beautiful girl, with white hair and cold, black eyes, but he hurried on his feet again and continued to run as fast as he could. He didn't want his grandma to find him, not yet.
'What's that child crying for? This wasn't something like not getting what he wanted,' the girl thought. She watched as he ran away before she continued to her destination: The Kazekage's tower.
"Chiyobaa-sama is lying. It can't be true. They aren't dead," Sasori whispered to himself while trying to dry his tears, but it didn't help since they just kept falling. He was now right outside the village, on the mountain that guarded it.
"Why are you here alone child? This isn't a place for children to be alone," a soft voice said from behind him. He turned and saw the girl from earlier.
"I… I," he hiccuped, trying in vain to talk. She put her hand on his head and gazed at him with soft eyes.
"There there. Have you been crying all this time? That's not good." She ran her hand through his messy red hair. Sasori blushed as he nodded. The girl was so pretty and she looked lonely too.
"Now, little child, why- ?" she started but Sasori cut her off.
"My name is Sasori, not little child," he said, annoyed, but still teary eyed.
"Alright, Sasori. Why were you crying?" she asked again.
"My parents… They won't come back to me anymore. I won't be able to see them anymore." He started crying again. She drew him into a hug and kept saying soothing words until he stopped crying again.
"Are you all alone?"
"No… I live with my grandma."
"Then let's go find her. I'm sure she is pretty worried." The girl stood up but Sasori didn't move.
"No, I hate her. She lied to me," he said angrily. She grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.
"Whether you like it or not, you're coming with me. She must be worried sick that poor woman." The girl cradled him to herself as she began walking back to the village.
"Let me down! I don't want to!!" he yelled and thrashed.
"Don't throw away people who are precious to you while you still have them!" she growled. After that, he was silent.
"Sasori! Sasori!" a voice called down the streets.
"Is that your grandmother?" the girl asked as an old woman came running down the streets.
"Yes, that is Chiyobaa-sama," he answered, and then thought of something.
"What is your name?" he asked out of curiosity. He had told her his name, but she had not told him hers.
"Kanna. That is my name," she said.
"Then I'll leave you here," he said, as he jumped out of Kanna's grasp before Chiyo could see her.
"Sasori! Oh I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried as she hugged him. He also began to cry as he hugged her back.
"I'm sorry, Chiyobaa-sama. But they won't come back."
As they walked back to their home, Kanna followed them just to be sure no more problems would arise. But suddenly, a voice stopped her.
"Why are you still here, Kanna?"
Me: Alright, let's see. Yeah this is new, yeah. So, please be nice, yeah.
Deidara: … Are you copying me, un?
Me: Um… no……….. un.
Deidara: I knew it!! Yeah!
Me: Art is not a bang. Art is something that will last forever, never fading or rotting.
Deidara: You're copying Sasori-danna. Sasori-danna, she is copying you.
Sasori: … *Tied in ropes*
Deidara: Sasori-danna? What happened?! Un!
Sasori: She…controlled me with chakra strings.
Deidara: Say what?
Me: He IS a puppet ya know. You shouldn't have turned yourself into a puppet.
Sasori: … Damn.
Me: Please read and review okay?