Forbidden Kingdom
Zitianos
NOTE: Please excuse any and all OOCness in the beginning, as it is entirely intentional and will be taken care of in future chapters. Also, Sasori will not show up in person for most likely quite a few chapters, besides this one prologue.
When Deidara transfers into his new school, he discovers that making friends is easier then he thought. But when he is plagued by the ghost living in his house, he finds his views on Humanity, and his very sanity, coming in to Question.
PROLOGUE
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
-Edgar Allen Poe: Spirits of the Dead
Bright white moon light shined on the figure dashing through the streets, lungs aching for relief as he slowly ran out of breath. He couldn't evade his pursuer for much longer. The shadows weren't safe for him, he stood out too much against the low-lives and criminals, but where else did he have to go? There was no one left at his home to help him, not any more, but he wouldn't have gone to her anyways. His so-called friends weren't coming back for him, but he'd figured out not to rely on them a long time ago. Even Kabuto had now abandoned him for the enemy.
For the first time in his short life, the boy truly felt alone. This was how he was going to die? Alone, and exposed, and broken? Was he not more deserving of a meaningful death? He'd never been the greatest person, but he wasn't like his enemy, he'd never be like Orochimaru. And yet, who would be the victor here? Clearly not him.
The slow, deliberate footsteps echoed in his ears, his every sense aware of his enemy's cronies lying in wait to ambush him. He was slowing down too much. They were going to catch him. Why was he the only one they were after? Had he really been that important to the group that they had to take him out first? Last time he checked, he wasn't the most powerful. No, he was definitely beat there. He might have been the smartest, but since his friends weren't exactly searching for brains, that was to be expected.
"Sasori⦠it won't be too painful, I promise." Orochimaru cooed, suddenly behind the boy - Sasori. No. He did not want to die like this. He didn't want to die at all, goddammit! What about his views? What about lasting forever? That was a dream he'd never be able to achieve now.
Orochimaru signaled to the shadows, his amber eyes lighted up in ecstasy, and suddenly Sasori was surrounded by members of Sound. The closest member - Kabuto, talk about adding insult to injury - delivered a swift, but most definitely hurtful, kick to his stomach, which sent him staggering to the ground. Orochimaru stood over him, grinning wickedly.
"Tie him up so he can't escape." The pale man ordered, and two more people rushed over, rope in hand. Quickly tying Sasori's hands behind his back, the two members stepped into the light, and Sasori could identify them easier now. Kimimaro and Juugo. Two of whom Sasori had also been friends with long ago. The duty was neatly executed, and the two quietest slipped back into the shadows.
Now, Orochimaru himself came forward, bending down on his knees so he could see Sasori's pretty face more clearly. When Sasori saw what he was holding, he knew what was coming.
Orochimaru worked quickly, filling the boy's pockets with heavy stones. Sasori felt the immense weight and now knew for sure what they were doing. They were going to drown him. Orochimaru looked up from his job, his grin becoming more pronounced as he saw Sasori's grimace.
"Not going to fight back?" Orochimaru asked, even though everyone in the alleyway knew the answer.
"If you're going to do this, I'd like it if you would start soon. I don't like waiting, as you surely already know." Sasori replied smoothly, the first words he'd spoken in days sounding like velvet, though they betrayed none of the anger towards his former friends he was feeling at the moment. How could they betray him for something as trivial as that? He'd thought that they'd been close enough to not be torn apart so easily. And now, because of their betrayal, he was going to die. "I hope you're happy, Kabuto." He murmured, to no one in general.
All around him, shadows were laughing. Their forms flickered and danced in the low light of the lone street lamp beside them. Cold hands pulled Sasori up to a standing position, and immediately the shadows stopped their mad chatter, more attentive then they had been. It had been a while since they'd witnessed a murder; Orochimaru certainly couldn't have picked any better followers. He could feel their presences following him as Orochimaru led him towards the river.
"Have fun, little Sasori." His murderer whispered in Sasori's ear as they stopped at the edge of the dock. "I know you'll have enough for both of us, won't you? You really shouldn't have been involved of this. It always makes me sad to have to kill someone that could be so invaluable as a member. But it's too late now to repent." Sasori could feel the edge of the dock beneath him.
"Your time is up, little Sasori." Orochimaru cooed as he pushed the boy over the edge.
Yes, I know it was short. It was only the prologue after all. Anyways, Comments and Critiques are always welcome. I'm going to try and keep this on a schedule of updating every week, most likely on the weekends. I have a habit of discontinuing fanfics and then deleting them, but since I have a lot of motivation and I know exactly where this fic is going, that probably won't happen. Anyways, see you next week, or possibly sooner!
-Zitianos
