Well, this just came to me and I wanted to write it down.

Lifeless Eyes

By: Noel14

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Temari quietly clicked the door behind her and found her brother hunched over his work bench as he had been the past week. At his side were a number of tools. Screw drivers, wrenches, hammers, and more were all scattered about in his work area. The curtains were sealed tight, like they have been the entire time the boy was in here. The blonde girl shook her head. The guy needed to get out. A little sun couldn't possibly do him any harm, could it?

She walked over to him and was about to tap on his shoulder when she got a look at what he was working on. It looked like a person with ruffled red hair and brown eyes. "Kankuro, what is this?"

The boy jumped at the sound of his older sister's voice and turned around to look at her. "Oh, it's you!" He laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. "Well, with the war going on, I figured that I would need a new weapon, so I went out and got-"

"Is that Sasori's body?" She asked, still staring at the puppet he was working on. "You went out and got it, after both Gaara and I told you not to, didn't you?"

She didn't sound that angry, much to Kankuro's surprise. And relief. "Yeah, well, like I said, I needed a new weapon, and this just seemed like the perfect choice. You know, he's working out perfectly, too. I think that he may be one of new favorites."

Temari was barely listening to him as he went on in a rant about Sasori being the perfect puppet. She was too busy staring at those muddy brown eyes. Dry. Dead.

His eyes carried a whole life story of pain. She knew before from what some of elders told her that he had grown up without the love of a parent, only his grandmother. How his mother and father had died in war and Chiyo had tried to hide the news from him until he finally figured out for himself that his parents were dead. In a way, he was like Gaara. No friends. Never to know the love of a mother or father. They were both alone. But unlike Gaara, Sasori never found anyone to help him turn from the dark. He was by himself. And, in some ways, Temari could understand why he became what he was.

What she couldn't figure out, however, was how he had let his life slip away when he was so fixed on gaining eternal life. How could he just let it all go?

"Hey, Temari, are you even listening to me?"

She snapped out of her daze and looked back to her brother, who was looking worriedly at her. "Uh, yeah. You're doing a good job."

She wasn't about to tell him how sick she felt at the pit of her stomach from the thought of her brother turning the body of such a poor, unfortunate soul into one of his weapons. From the tone of his voice, it sounded as if this was his pride, his joy. She couldn't take that away from him.

"Now come on, you've been cooked up in here way too long." She waved her hand for him to follow. "You have to get out for a little while."

"Yeah," he admitted. "I guess you're right." He got up from his desk and stretched before practically running out the door.

Temari took one look back at the puppet before leaving. Such terrible, lifeless eyes.

He killed her youngest brother. She should hate him. Yet, somehow, she couldn't.

She shook her head quickly made her way out the door.

And there you go. I know it's short, but I couldn't really think of anything else to do with it. Was it good? Review please.