Prologue

AU SasoDei : In life you should always have that one friend who you can tell everything too, where there are no secrets between the two of you. Sometimes things go wrong and you're driven apart. Sometimes it's their fault. Sometimes it's your fault. Sometimes it's nobody's fault. Sometimes it's everybody's fault. Relationships are strong yet fragile things, one tiny thing that builds up over time can completely destroy a relationship. I didn't think it would happen to us but it did. I wish I could figure out what went wrong, where it all started. Rewind time and prevent it. All I want it for him to be happy and as cheesy as that sounds, I love him.


Six Years Old

A small, auburn haired boy swung slowly back and forth on a rusting swing. His feet dragging across the muddy ground, ruining his normally neat white shoes and his shaggy hair clung to his face from the heavy rain.

Nobody gave the child a second glance as they scurried past the deserted playground in a rush to get home in time to see their children or to work and avoid their bosses uncontrollable rage. Nobody noticed as the child cried camouflaged tears, hidden by the icy cold rain. Not a single thought ran through their minds as to what had made him cry, why was he alone or if he needed any help. Nobody seemed to care and if they did, they were in too much of rush to deal with him.. They would never wonder what happened to him in two hours or so in fact he would be completely forgotten about.

"Hey, what's up with ya?" A plain red umbrella was placed over his head, shielding him from the rain and an annoying yet soothing patter sound was heard. The boy's head snapped up and muddy brown eyes met brilliant blue ones. A boy around his age stood over him with a frown plastered onto his face. Light blonde hair fell just above his shoulders and even in the dull weather it was smooth and shiny. He was a little taller than the red head but not by much.

"W-who... Who are you?" The red head managed to stammer out quickly. The blonde grinned at him cheerfully before sitting down on the wet swing next to him, still holding the large umbrella over the two of them.

"Name's Katsuragi Deidara!" Deidara said loudly, drawing some attention. "What 'bout you?"

"Tachibana Sasori," Sasori muttered after a little hesitation and a wave suspicion ran through his body. Nobody has approached me for hours so why now? " Why are you speaking to me?" He says bluntly.

"I was only coming to see if you were alright hmm," Deidara began before quoting what his mother had said to him moments before. "I mean, what kind of heartless person is going to ignore a crying child?"

"Everybody apart from you, Katsuragi-san." Sasori's vision began to blur and he viciously attacked his eyes in a weak attempt to stop the tears from flowing in front of this stranger. He must be strong like Granny Chiyo said. He must not show weakness.

Despite his efforts Sasori let out a sob quickly followed by another and another. "H-hey, what's wrong? Hmm." Sasori's sobs turned into loud screams of sorrow and frustration which earned the shaking of heads from the passersby.

"Mm-my m-mummy and-d dad-dy d-died!" Sasori slammed his feet onto the ground in rage, kicking up the mud and stones as he did so. Why? I don't understand, you said you'll always be here! Why? Why did you leave me all alone? Deidara sat quietly with one hand clutching the umbrella and the other in his lap. He watched as the boy screamed his heart out and the feeling of uselessness ran through him. He had no idea what to do. Nobody he knows has ever died so he couldn't relate. Sure his parents are divorced and he barely ever got to see his dad but that wasn't the same thing.

"Honey, what's wrong?" A woman with blonde hair straightened so straight you might just get a cut from it jumped out of a nearby car and slammed the door hard behind her. From her appearance you could tell that she is Deidara's mother and the only difference between the two was the height and her muddy brown eyes.

"Mum! Hmm." Deidara straightened up at the sight of his mother's blurred figure. He squinted his blue eyes in order to see her through the heavy rainfall.

Ayame gave her son a calming smile before kneeling down in front of Sasori. She gently took his hands in hers and spoke softly. "What's wrong sweetie, did you lose your mummy and daddy?" Ayame looked over at her son when she noticed him wildly shaking his head from the left and right. She frowned at him before returning her attention back to Sasori.

"They w-were murdered," Ayame's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes widened. Her hazel coloured eyes began to water but she quickly blinked them away. "I d-don't know what that-t means though-h, I just know that they're dead."

"Mum, what does 'murdered' mean?" Deidara asked innocently, curious about the new word. He had heard it on several occasions through things like the news and books that he shouldn't be reading but he didn't know what it actually meant. After hearing it now, he realised it was something very, very bad.

"I asked Granny Chiyo that b-but she wouldn't tell me!" Sasori murmured and he stared down at his feet.

"I'm sure you'll be told eventually."Ayame said gently before looking over at her son and mouthing 'I'll tell you later'. It was a heartbreaking thought that these children would have to learn the meaning of the word murder before they should. It was even more heartbreaking for Ayame to picture this young boy experiencing the effects of murder.

"Why can't you tell me!?" Sasori demanded angrily with clenched fists.

"It isn't my place to say." Ayame said as she offered the boy a weak smile. "Come on sweetheart, I'll give you a ride home."

"I'm not going back!" He shouted in fury. "Granny Chiyo lied! She said.. She sa-said th-they w-would com-me back!" The last two words were screeched out, attracting some attention from passers-by but nothing more than an annoyed glare.

"But you have to go back Tachibana-san!" Deidara intervened. "Imagine all the bad, creepy people who'll be out here at night. Plus it's friggin' freezing! Hmm" To emphasise his point, he wraps his skinny arms around his body and shakes violently.

"Deidara, language!" His mother scolds.

"I d-don't care!" Sasori growls stubbornly as he also begin to shake from the cold that had suddenly caught up with him.

Ayame glances the boy over with pity before sighing lightly. "You'll catch a cold out here. Come with Deidara and I, I'll make you both some hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows if you'd like."

Sasori scans the woman over and says in a defensive tone. "Mummy and Daddy told me to stay away from strangers." He managed to choke back another series of sobs.

"Do you know your Grandmother's phone number then?" Ayame said as she pulled out her phone and opened it, ready to dial a number.

Sasori nodded his head and narrowed his brown eyes at the woman. "Why do you want to know it?"

"We need to tell her where you are hmm!" Deidara said as he rubbed his hands over his arms in an over-dramatic way. "She must be worried sick!" Sasori looked the boy up and down before letting out a sigh and repeating a well-memorised phone number.

While Ayame was talking to Chiyo, Deidara and Sasori clambered (After a lot of persuasion from Deidara) into the car.

"So," Deidara began. "Do you like art?"

"Art?" The question caught Sasori off guard and an expression of surprise flashed across his face. " Yes, I really enjoy art. To be more precise, I love it! I think it's something that should last forever and ever, never fading." During the time period of one year Sasori's Grandmother had taught him how to make puppets while his parents were on a 'business trip'. However earlier in the day when Sasori has learned of his parent's death, he had gone on a wild rampage and had destroyed every last one beside the father and mother puppets. He couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Woah... That's so cool hmm!" Deidara said loudly. "I haven't decided on what true art is yet but I think your idea is awesome!" He jumped out of his sit and scrambled over to where Sasori sat. "Hey, do ya wanna be friends? Hmm."

"O-okay, Katsuragi-san." Sasori stammered, blinking in confusion.

The two boys spoke and spoke until their time together was over. In the short time that they knew each other, they got to know each other pretty well. Well enough for Sasori to know that Deidara can be extremely annoying and cocky and enough for Deidara to know that Sasori is a tiny bit narrow-minded when it comes to art.

But that's okay.

Life is more fun when you're not all the same.


Criticism is appreciated

This is only going to be a short story so I should hopefully finish especially considering I've had six chapters already written up for God knows how long! This isn't going to go into extreme details about their lives and I don't think I'll focus on a specific time in their lives. Erm I'm not sure how to explain it so I'll just write the plan.

Six years old (Chapter One ) - Eight years old (Chapter Two ) - Ten years old (Chapter Three) - Thirteen years old ( Chapter Four ) ECT.

I think I'll stop when they are around eighteen or twenty-two.

I dunno, I'll see where I end up :)