Akasuna

Chapter one

Loss.

Pain.

Loneliness.

Lies.

Anyone who felt these emotions and lived in a life of lies would run away to never live that ever again. Sasori Had done exactly that.

Sasori is a seventeen year old red-head who ran away from his village after his parents had died in a tragic accident. His grandmother was the only family left from there but despised her for telling him lies.

"Sorry, Sasori, but mommy and daddy are not gonna be back for another few weeks…" She said as she looked away from the disappointed boy.

"…" The small young boy was confused. "Why aren't they back? They said they would be back." He looked up to his grandmother and tried to see if he could get an answer from her expression. Although she had an expression that even herself didn't know what it was.

"I'm sorry… They'll be back soon, don't worry." Grandma Chiyo gave him a fake smile enough to make him believe so.

But they were all lies, always lies.

He was only five when they passed away in that… accident. He never learnt the truth from Lady Chiyo but instead from gossips while he was in school…

"Did you hear?"

"What?"

"You mean you don't know? The accident! That pour kid is all alone and Lady Chiyo doesn't want to tell him yet."

"Oh that's right! You have to be incredibly naïve to not have known this whole time!"

The two insensitive loud-mouths kept rambling about not noticing the eight year old red-head behind them. His eyes were wide and teary.

"Mom, dad…? Grandma said-" Sasori started to quietly cry and walked back home slowly. He was remembering all those letters his 'dead' parents sent him from their 'expended trip'. He looked down to his feet with pain written all over his face.

"They were all lies!" He told himself. He was confident in his words but tears began rolling down his cheeks. He was angry.

Fire of anger.

"You lied to me!" Sasori yelled to his grandmother when he got home. She was in the kitchen not understanding his words. She came to greet him but was met with a furious young man. He then ran upstairs to his room without a word.

He refused to talk to his last family member for nearly six years. When he turned fifteen, he packed the things he thought he would need and walked out on his village with the intention of never coming back.

Nobody noticed. And just like that, he was gone.

For two years he was on the rode travelling around the world with his newly found friends ; a group of other teens with troubled pasts. They used to call themselves the 'Akatsuki'.

"What? That's a stupid name." The emotionless young man spit out at the older male.

"Well, maybe, but that's not the point… You have been alone for four months since you left. Do you or do you not want to join?" The eighteen year old male said.

"Yahiko, don't push him." Another voice said. She was maybe the same age as that 'Yahiko' guy, she had blue hair and a few piercings. She had a gentle smile and seemed a lot nicer then she looked.

Sasori thought about it a little. "Ah. What the hell… It's not like I care anyway." He said in an uninterested tone.

"First off, you're going to have to change that tone of yours. We are your Senpai! And you have to respect us!" Yahiko playfully said. He suddenly became so… childlike.

"I will do no such thing! You are going to earn my respect." Sasori was annoyed. "If you are going to put rules like that then forget it, I will leave."

"Don't worry, Sasori. He's like that. You'll see everyone is very friendly here and we don't really have rules." The young women said warmly.

And he joined. At the time, they were just a few in the group, but it soon became crowded.

"Art?" Sasori said confused. "You mean those 'sculpture' of yours?" The red-head had a disgusted look on face.

"What!? What do you want!" The blond spit out.

"Your village didn't like your attitude and you are thrown out of school all the time. We can teach you the things you missed and need in the future. We have a few teachers who can help out. Plus we have an artist with us as well-" Itachi said in a serious tone. He was cut off as Deidara only heard one word out of what he said.

"Artist, un?" Deidara raised an eyebrow. "It's not you I hope… You don't like anything like an artist! Un!" He was insulted as he looked at the Uchiha.

"Heh, no wonder he was kicked out of school nonstop…" Sasori murmured while rolling his eyes. "It's not important who the artist here is, we want to know if you want to come." The red-head impatiently told the younger boy. "Like the Uchiha said," He continued. "it's great what we have ; there's a bed for everyone, we have a teacher for almost all the subjects we need, there is food and a kitchen… There's pretty much everything we need." He finished looking emotionlessly at the other teen. Deidara was thinking deeply about it with a finger resting on his chin.

"Okay, if you tell me who is my rival in art is then I'll join, maybe." He waited for an answer.

A loud sigh was heard in the room they were all in. "Alright, it's me." Sasori admitted. After a long look at the red-head Deidara answered.

"Un, fine… I'll come. But don't expect me to be easy on you just because you guys are like me or whatever!" Deidara sighed then looked away in disinterest. He packed his things and followed them in silence.

Deidara didn't want to admit that he was a little intimidated by the cold nature Sasori seemed to be giving out.