Chappie #1 Disclaimer: I do not own any Characters, phrases, or items, excepting origanal characters and terms. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, and all Oc's which do not belong to me belong to their respective owners. Take that, lawyers.(Bastards).

OMG, I done just did a Disclaimer!! Did you freaking see that!!! (>_>) anyways, This story is mainly an outlet for writers block, but also coz I like Sasori (He doesn't get enough attention) Sasuke, as usual, will be portrayed as a tool (Join the Anti-Sasu Regiment, we have Naruto-Shaped cookies :D But if you like sasuke, I won't hold it against you (to each his own I guess)) As usual, anything you want in the story, pairings, OCs, chars, anything, pop me a message and I'll fit it in (coz I'm nice that way :D) Note that the first chappie will be alot shorter and angstier than the others, as I'm not sure if anyone will like it. Anyway, let us begin.

"15 Mantha Crescent. That'll be twenty-six dollars sir." The cabbie said.

Sasori handed over three ten's. "Keep the change."

"Thank-you sir, you watch yourself 'round these parts, Y'hear?" And with that the taxi sped off, kicking up dust in it's wake.

Sasori gazed upon the dreary little apartment block, ruffled his mop of bright red hair and sighed.

He was 15, nearly six feet tall, wearing a pair of black denim jeans, a plain white T-shirt and a black hoodie. He looked around, realising how out of place in this area, most wearing no shoes, singlets and shorts.

And they were the people who weren't homeless.

The block was in a terrible state, peeling paint, rubbish all over the place. Indeed, it was a dump. But it was also home.

As of six weeks ago, he had officially become an orphan. His mother had been diagnosed with cancer a couple of months ago, and she died a couple of weeks later.

His father on the other hand, was very much thing is, he left when Sasori was three, and he had never so much as written a birthday card. But that was twelve years ago, and now he was fifteen. If his dad ever wanted to meet him, he would have done it by now.

He could have stayed with his grandma, Chiyo, but ever since his mother passed away, Sasori felt as if there was a gaping hole inside him, and he had become secluded, withdrawn to himself.

His only other choice was to go to live in the Leaf village, as part of a new education system. Someone would come check up on him each week, but he mostly was on his own.

That was how he was sent off to school in the town of Mohla. It wasn't his cup of tea, so he requested a transfer, and the same thing happened at his next school. This was his third try. After this, it was either Chiyo or foster care. So, he ended up at Konoha,where he would stay until he finished school.

He hoisted his belongings, especially a cardboard box, which contained his artworks in it. He trudged up the stairs to the second floor, hearing a stereo blaring from a room on the lower levels.

Something smashed from within the same room, followed by an angry yell. Yep, this was ghetto at it's finest.

He found his apartment and unlocked the door. It fell off it's hinges, and collapsed inwards. Sasori sweatdropped, he truly wasn't expecting that

. Propping the door back up on the doorway, he inspected the room. It was surprisingly clean considering the exterior of the building. It had three rooms, one bedroom, a bathroom and a large room, with a kitchen, and a living area.

It was cozy, that much was for sure.

He walked into the bedroom and carefully placed the cardboard box and his suitcase on the bed. After unpacking his clothes, he stared at the box.

He hadn't made or even looked at any of his puppets ever since his mother's death. He just didn't have the feeling for it anymore.

He sighed, and placed the box in a corner, covering it with a sheet. Maybe, he might open it, but not yet.

His gaze turned to the window. There was a beautiful sunset, lighting up the city of Konoha majestically.

"Figures, great city and I get stuck in the shit part," he whispered to nobody inparticular.

Tomorrow he had to start school. It was hard enough at his old school, where wierd people were common. There, someone who listened to "different", kinds of music, and also had a puppet obsession, could come off as slightly normal.

Now it was a private school, jeez, the bullies would make a field trip out of him. He decided that he'd have an early night, he would hate it if he wasn't on time tomorrow.

He went into the kitchen, and looked around in the cupboards at the stuff he'd brought from home. He had one .sighed, he'd have to go buy something edible tomorrow, if there was even a supermarket in this part of the city.

After he resigned himself to beef stew, he took a quick shower and slipped into bed. He listened to his Ipod for a bit, thinking about everything that had transpired.

He could still slightly hear a radio blasting downstairs, those idiots were playing music at nine o'clock. Pricks.

he thought as he drifted into sleep.

Did anyone like that? If so, review, it's the only way I find out if you guys like it or hate it. Remember, ideas and flames are fine, as long as it helps me :D Also, poll is up for who Sasori should be paired with. Soz about Long paragraphs, it's just kinda hard without a computer.

C ya

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