Title: Orphan

Summary: Even when young, Sasori was no fool. He knew that his parents were never coming home. (There are no secrets between family, he reminds himself)/Sasori-centric)

Author's Notes: My brother is watching Shippuden and I am semi-watching it…which gave me the inspiration to write…he's watching episodes 119-127ish where Sakura and Chiyo fight Sasori…and kill him! Oh noes! *cries in emo corner*

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He hears her words, but what he really hears is the lie that is buried beneath it, writhing and wriggling to be let out and heard.

(And oh, he knows how it wriggles and writhes.)

The lie and the truth are so easy to discern. He wonders if "Granny Chiyo" (she stopped really being his grandmother the moment she lied) misremembered his age and thought him a few years younger, for him to be so easily deceived.

He sees the "tears" (What were the use for those drops of wetness again?), and he knows that those are not "tears" reserved for the living.

Or, perhaps, maybe "grief" had taken her over and clouded her judgment.

(What was grief again? he couldn't remember exactly. It blurred with the paint on his lips and the wood chippings on the ground)

He thinks that at one point in his life he felt "grief", at the fact that never again would he see the face of either of his parents. At that time he thinks that he also felt "rage", at his "Grandmother" (there are no secrets between family he reminds himself). Ah, and one mustn't ever forget "loneliness", the one that had him the most. (for without his family, he was an orphan)

So he went along with the lie (because really, what else could he do? He was only a little boy after all)

To pretend, that they were still alive, out there, loving him from afar (love was never a thing that he could figure out, even when he was younger. If he remembers correctly it has to do with the canister that is called a "heart"…perhaps something piercing it? That did not sound too pleasant)

She teaches him how to attach little strings that she calls "chakra" to his fingertips, and to control the wooden limbs and make magic tricks happen. (he feels so powerful, he is the master)

And he admires those puppets, which have no will of their own. (in a twisted way that most would not consider to be the healthiest of obsessions)

They can't feel all the feelings that he feels, the betrayal that stings and hurts and bruises. They feel nothing when injured physically and mentally. (They aren't alive)

At the moment that Sasori realizes this, he also realizes what he must do.

(he must die, to live eternally. Only then, can he truly be perfect, truly, a work of art)

And he won't mind leaving "Granny Chiyo", because she isn't really family.

And she'll always be a liar anyways.