Hello! This is going to be a 3 - 4 chapter long story (My first non-oneshot fic) and i really hope you like it. Reviews are appreciated! ^v^

Chapter one

It was a hot day in Suna. The sun, torrid as ever, would burn any piece of exposed skin, and make anyone dry to death in a matter of hours. There was not even the slightiest breeze, what was very uncommon, actually; the desert of Suna was very known by it's famous sandstorms, due to the tireless blowing wind.

"What a wonderful weather.." he thought, sitting comfortably at his porch. Sasori lived isolated, some miles away from Suna, in a house next to a old road with only a hot weather and it's silence for company. It was a rather big house, and a rather long road, so travelers would regularly ask for shelter and a bed to sleep. Some of them were smart enough to keep walking.

Sasori smiled at his thoughts. "The devil's road", people would call it. All the rumors never failed to amuse him: some say that there's a beast living within this area of the desert, taking men and leaving no trace; others talk about one sole murder, that likes to catch his victims and eat them alive. Other's say it's a cursed doll, human sise, that wraps people in invisible threads and takes them never to be seen again. "I can't say the last one is totally wrong.." a smiled curved his lips, although the look in his eyes was as blank as always.

"Let's see if someone walks by today..." He looked at the horizont, like he used to do everyday, letting his mind sail in a million thoughts. Some time later, he opened a small book that was always kept in his pocket, and started to foil. It contained Sasori's sweetest memories, from the times that he was happy. Childish doodles and scrawls, although they were almost too good for just a three year old to make. Well, after all he always had a spark of genious, and a strong tendency for art related matters. His mother would always encourage him.
Sasori didn't like to think about his family, he saw them as a weekness. The only thing his heart and thoughts wouldn't let go of. He sighed, still with the same emotionless expression. This was not the time to get nostalgic. A figure appeared in the distance.

"How convenient. Just when I'm needing a new puppet.." He smiled.

As it came closer, Sasori started to guess the person's features. Dressed in black from head to toe, head and face covered, the person carried only two small bags arround the waist. He or she was also wearing gloves. "That person must be dying with this heat", Sasori thought. The figure was not tall, and rather slim. A woman, maybe? As the figure came closer, Sasori noticed a mesh of blonde hair swaying out of the vesture, as well as some nice blue eyes almost hidden behind all the clothing and hair. The person stopped in front of him.

- "They call this the devil road but i don't see any devil, hm." - nope, not a woman, he thought. The person took his hood off, as well as the piece of cloth covering his mouth, revealing a face with delicate features, yet, not too delicate. He shook his head, releasing a long, blonde hair that fell beautifully over his shoulders. Sasori widened his eyes a bit.

The man climbed the front steps to the porch, and smiled to Sasori. Sasori tried to fake a smile back, still dazzling about his face. He'd look wonderful in his collection.

- "You look thirsty" - he said - "And only a mad man would walk dressed in black at this time of the day. The sun is a very deadly enemy, you see..?"

- "Well, who told you i'm not a mad man?" - he laughed a bit - "Life is too short for sanity. But well, i guess even a mad man could use some water, hm."

"Life is short, but only if you want to", Sasori thought. "This one seems to be interesting... pherhaps i'll let him live a while longer." Sasori would always like to tell himself he couldn't feel lonely. Loneliness is as stupid as all of those fleeting emotions, he'd say. He just wouldn't admit it, but to talk to someone once in a while, someone who talks back i mean, felt surprisingly good.

- "Also, i fear that the sun is not my worse enemy. But well, annoyances aside, may i come in?"

Sasori was impressed with the nerve this man had. They had barely changed a few words and he's already inviting himself in. "Tch". He nodded affirmatively.

The man returned with a thankful smile, and started to take off his thick, heavy black vests. The overcoat first, showing the man's neck; then a sweater, revealing a small top that covered only his ribcage and not much more. The man sighed with relief. Sasori observed the wet skin, a sweat drop running down his neck, and collarbone, just to die soaking his small top a bit more. He swalloed, even if there was nothing there to swallow. The man took off his boots too, and stayed bare feet, in his short pants by the knee. He stretched.

"Aah... Much better." he said, just before entering the house like it was his own. Sasori followed him inside.