So Hi. I read an amazing fic and my muse woke up, so here I am. Free cookies! Written on a whim, so it's pure suckiness.
Flames will be used to fuel my cookie obsession.
Last I checked, I was not a middle aged japanese man named Masashi Kishimoto, so no, Naruto does not belong to me and never will.
"Your brother has died in a training accident."
Sai tensed. He felt something warm slide down his face. "I am a shinobi. A tool. An agent of ROOT. It is not my place to feel." He reminds himself. Nonetheless, a second tear soon joins the first.
"He had outlived his usefulness. A replacement is ready. You will begin training together immediately."
So, I feel like Sai was somewhat neglected in Cannon, so here is a (Horrible) fic centered around him. Yes, the storyline will be majorly twisted so don't like, don't read.