The title says it all. This is a Sasori Tribute, so deal with it.

11-year-old Sasori; -sitting alone on the bed-

Authoress; Aw. Poor Sasori. -sits with him- It'll be okay.

Sasori; I'ma kill that woman.

Kid Sasori; Mitsuko...The other me hates you. How come?

Mitsuko; Because he's jealous.

Kid Sasori; -nods-

Sasori; What was that?!

Deidara; -grabs Sasori- Be nice! She's doing something all about you, yeah.
Sasori; Leggo, Deidara!
Sakura; -sigh- Men are just pains in the ass.

Kid Sasori; Hey!

Me; Let's read the story before they make my kid Sasori cry. -huggles-

Oh, the results were in. My OC is his caretake.

One;

Sasori, eleven, walked along the roads of Sunagakeru(did I spell it right?) alone. He stopped when he heard a kid cry out and fall. He watched as a dark haired woman knelt at the boys side. She gave a small smile and spoke to him. Words Sasori couldn't make out, but knew could only be words of comfort, or of love towards the younger one at hand. The boy blinked as the woman gave a nod and stood, holding her hand out to him. I shouldn't have...Come on this walk. Sasori thought to himself as he watched the two walk away with a sad look on his face. He turned his gaze a moment later, forcefully pulling himself back to reality. He lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes as he started to run home. When he got there, he ran straight to his room, slamming and locking the door. He jerked the door to his closet open and lifted his hands, moving his fingers a bit as his chakra shot from his fingertips, connecting with the puppets in the closet. He backed up and made motions with his hands, getting them to walk closer.

He sat back on his bed, glancing from one puppet's face to the other with a smile on his face. He moved them closer to his own body, making them kneel and wrap their arms around him in a loving hug. His hands were crossed at his chest, one wrist over the other, his eyes closed, imagining the two as his real parents and not just puppets. The smile became a true one as he tilted his head towards the puppet made out to look like his mother. Is this what it's like...To have parents? He thought, his heart skipping a beat. Upon so, his control over them broke and his eyes snapped open, the puppets falling to the floor. His heart raced in his chest as he watched the two most deared things to him fall before him. No. He thought, tensing as they made contact with the floor, the noise startling him. Tears streaked his face as he lowered his head.

"Mother. Father. Why?" He questioned aloud. He got silence in return to his question. He slammed his fist into the wall at his side. "Why? Why did you leave me? It's not fair!" He cried, dropping to his knees, burrying his face in his...(Sasori; Woman, what is your problem?!/Me; What? Hey, don't interupt the story! The fans are probably loving this!/Sasori; You are so dead.) hands, his shoulder violently shook as he tried to keep himself from crying anymore than he had that day. His lungs were sore from it, as well as his eyes. His body ached all over and it constantly felt to him like someone was grabbing at his heart, twisting it, squeazing it to the point where he found it too hard to breathe. And that's how he felt at the moment. He took a deep breath and held it, hoping to stop the pain. It didn't work, and it only harmed his lungs more.

He tensed as he felt a pair of hands rest on his shoulders. He looked up to see a young woman about eighteen sitting before him. She had chin length, red bangs, knee length, black hair pulled back in a loose braid, and gentle, light blue eyes. She wore a priestess outfit. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to herself. "Sasori, what's the matter?" She asked as he moved so his back rested against her stomach, enjoying the comfort she gave him. She was like an older sister more than a woman that ran an orphanage home. His shoulders had quit shaking, his body becoming a bit calmer at the woman's touch, but his tears still remained. He shook his head a bit, getting a light sigh from the girl. He blinked when he felt one of her arms slip under his legs, the other still behind his shoulders as she picked him up.

"Mitsuko-chan?" He questioned, looking up at her. She gave a small smile and walked for his door. "W-where are you...Taking me?"

"You get to sleep in my room tonight." She smiled, pulling the door shut with her foot, the door locking behind them. "And we can fix them tomorrow." Sasori blinked, staring up at her still. His tears faded slowly as they moved towards her room. She pushed the door open with her foot and walked him over to her bed, lying him down there. "Now rest, Sasori. You need it." He gave a small nod and closed his eyes. He listened as her footsteps moved away from the bed, his eyes snapping open.

"I don't want to lie down alone." He said, sitting up, a hint of loneliness in his voice. She stopped and turned back to him, smiling. "Please, Mitsuko?"

"Alright. Give me a couple minutes and I'll be back." He nodded and watched her leave, waiting silently for her return. It wasn't five minutes later that she returned, walking over to him with a smile. He moved over and let her lie next to him. As she got comfortable on her side, she felt Sasori scoot back into her, asking for the comfort of warm, loving arms, so she gave it to him. He relaxed into her arms once they were wrapped around him, his eyes closing. In no time, Sasori was fast asleep, his nerves calmed by the woman's touch. It didn't take long before Mitsuko herself was asleep, holding the boy close like he was her own.

The next day, Sasori woke up to the sun shining through the window. He noticed that the extra warmth from the night before was gone. He sat up real fast and looked around, his eyes stopping on the back of her head. She sat at her desk, humming a soft tune as she scanned over some papers. The humming quit, startling Sasori a bit. She turned her head some, he bangs blocking her eyes. "Oh, you're awake now." Sasori gave a nod and stared at her more. She smiled and turned to face him some more. "It's time to get ready for school, Sasori. Come on." He gave another nod and she walked him to his room. When he opened his door, he didn't see his puppets and fear fell in his eyes. "I put them up for you." Mitsuko said, resting a hand on his tense shoulders. He looked back at her some with a relieved look, pulling his closet door open. There they were, placed in there carefully, exactly how he had them before. She turned her back to him "Now get dressed or you'll be late."

"Okay, Mitsuko-chan." He said, watching the door close behind her as she left. He dressed and stared in at the puppets. She's so nice to me...But how come when the others are so mean? He questioned, looking over the small breaks on the two puppets. On the one sculpted to look like his mother was a note. He took it from the hands of the puppet and unfolded it.

Sasori,

I know these puppet's mean a lot to you, and you want to be able to keep full control over them, so after school, I will take you to the basement and train you a bit more. No more disconnect's, kay, Sasori-kun? And sh. This can't get out to anyone. I'm not suppose to play favorites with you kids, but I do. Can you guess who's my favorite? --- You're such a sweet kid.

You're CareTaker,

Mitsuko

Sasori stared at the note, jumping when he heard a knock at the door. "You're going to be late, Sasori!" Mitsuko called in, stepping away from the door as it flung open to reveal a happier Sasori. He looked at her with a rare, true smile. She returned the smile and took his hand in hers as she walked him from the building, taking him to his elementary. When they got there, the school was just letting kids in. He hid behind her when a few of the kids looked his way, poking his head out from behind her some, a dull, sad look in his eyes. Mitsuko looked back at him some, following his gaze to a boy who was glaring daggers at Sasori. She turned and knelt to him, brushing his bangs from his face.

"Don't make me stay. I don't feel well." Sasori almost begged.

"I can't let you do that, Sasori. I'm sorry, honey. Come on. I'll walk you to your class and have a word with your teacher." He gave a small nod and took her hand as they walked into the building. Mitsuko walked up to the teacher, whispering in her ear as Sasori took his seat silently. The teacher nodded and turned to her class.

"Not a word out of any of you." Her words were harsh. She turned and followed the young priestess from the room. "I'm sorry, Priestess Mitsuko. What's the trouble?"

"Sasori seems to not want to come to school anymore. I saw one of your kids staring at him with hate. Is there anything going on here that I should know of?" The woman shook her head.

"If there's anything, it's done behind my back...And Sasori never comes to tell me anything." Mitsuko gave a nod with a smile.

"Mind if I moniter the class for the day?"

"Not at all." The woman spoke with a happy tone, leading her back in. Mitsuko followed her to the front of the class. "All right kids, this is Priestess Mitsuko from the orphanage. She's here to moniter the behavior of you children for the day, to see how well her kids get along with all of you." Mitsuko gave a nod to the class, her eyes showing she had a strict attitude, giving no indacation she was here to moniter the kids' behavior towards Sasori. Mitsuko stepped to the side and sat down, watching the kids closely. Sasori sat there, listening to every words the teacher spoke, taking notes when told to. He bit his lip and closed his eyes when he felt something hit the back of his head. The paper wad fell to the floor and he never once turned. Another one landed on his desk and he glanced at the teacher to make sure her back was turned, forgetting about Mitsuko being there. He uncrumbled the paper and his heart skipped a beat when he saw smooth, pale hands reach past him and take it from him.

"Hello there, what's this?" Mitsuko asked, reading over the slip.

HAHA! You outsider. Why don't you just drop dead already? No one wants you here.

Mitsuko quirked a brow and turned to the student that had thrown in. The teacher was at her side now, reading over the paper. Mitsuko walked up to the boy and knelt a bit. "Tell me something, boy. Why do you find it necissary?"

"Because it's true. No one wants him. He's just an empty shell." Mitsuko's eyes narrowed and she stood, grabbing the boy by his shirt.

"Let's go." She walked past Sasori, who's head was lowered, his bangs shadowing his eyes. The teacher knelt to him, rubbing his back apologetically.

"How come you never came to me, Sasori?" He didn't respond right away, then looked at her.

"Because, you're not my mother..." The woman gave a small sigh and turned to the rest of the class.

"Start writing a five page essay on why you never pick on your classmates." She spoke, getting Sasori to stand and taking him out to the hall.

An empty shell, huh? Maybe...If I learn enough... He thought, waiting on Mitsuko to come and get him. Maybe, just maybe, I could become a puppet too. It would be fitting. My parents are just mere puppets. That way we could...

"Stop thinking like that." He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Mitsuko only inches from his face. He blinked, blushing a bit. "Becoming a human puppet is risky. It's never been pulled off and succeeded perfectly. Everyone who's tried has died from their injuries."

"How..."

"You whispered 'human puppet' just as I was walking up to you." Her voice was stern, strict, as if warning him not to do something bad again.

"But, Mitsuko-chan! Huh?" He blinked when the priestess pulled him close to herself.

"No, Sasori. I know you want to be with them, like them, but that's not the way to do it." He rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes.

"I feel sick. Can we go home?" She nodded and picked him up like he was a child. He wrapped his arms around her neck loosely, his legs around her waist, like a child would with their mother. By the time she got him home, he was running a fever. She lied him in her room and placed a cool, damp cloth on his forehead before she went back to her paper work. Sasori lied there, falling asleep, just glad that there was at least one human that cared for him. He smiled a bit at that thought, letting his mind wander before it settled on one dream.

A Year Later

Sasori was now twelve. He sat with Mitsuko while she practice her puppetry against one of the other puppet masters. He watched her arms, hands and fingers carefully, a lot more skilled from the year previous. He was working on his puppets not so he could fix them to look nicer, but so there were weapons soaked in poison and shields for his own protection. Little did Mitsuko know what he was using her training for. She finished up the match, making her own puppet point the tip of a blade at her opponite's puppet's neck. "Check mate., Lord Kazekage the third." she spoke with a happy tone. He narrowed his eyes and gave a small frown.

"I went easy on you, Mitsuko."

"Sure you did. You just need to improve." The third looked at Sasori with a questioning glance, getting Mitsuko to follow his gaze. The boy was staring at Mitsuko like she was an empty shell. Something he could use for his first attempt at creating a human puppet. The look in his eyes sent chills down her spine as she locked eye contact. An empty smirk played on his features, then turned into an innocent smile. She took a deep, shaky breath before returning the smile with one of her own. "Come on Sasori. You must be hungry?" He gave a nod and jumped down.

"Mitsuko, a word alone real fast?" She turned to the third with a nod.

"I'll be right there, Sasori. Meet me in the hall." Sasori gave a nod and walked from the room.

"Mitsuko, the look in that kids eyes has grown more and more dangerous every time you let him watch you practice. Are you sure it's safe to be teaching him puppetry?" She gave an innocent smile.

"Of course. Even if he attempts to turn me into a puppet, he'll fale."

"But what happens to you?" She smirked and opened the shirt to her priestess outfit to reveal a seal resting in the spot where he heart should have been.

"Simple. Nothing. I'm already a puppet. Don't you remember the accident, Kazekage?" He gave a small nod, having forgotten. She closed the shirt and turned to walk out. "He won't try it, Kaze, sir." She said, walking out. Sasori stared up at her some when she walked out. She gave him a small smile and walked on. "Come now, Sasori. Dinner's waiting for us." He smiled and followed after her.

Later that night, Sasori crept into Mitsuko's room, taking a deep breath. So, I kill her, remove her heart and replace it with a seal with my name on it and she's mine forever. She won't be able to leave my side, even if she wanted t...Huh? Fear rested in his eyes as he watched her sit up, her eyes pure red in the moonlight. "M-Mitsuko?"

"What are you doing in here, Sasori?" She tilted her head to the side, blinking, the red disappearing. What the hell was that?!

"N-nothing...I couldn't..."

"What's in your hand? Why do you have a soul replacement seal, Sasori?" He hid it behind his back and shook his head.

"I must have been sleep wal..." He found himself staring Mitsuko deep in the eyes as she moved closer, unable to speak. He finally got to see her body. She wore a short, sleeveless night gown. He could see the spots where her limbs were attatched. She was a puppet already. "Mitsuko?" She nodded, kneeling with a kind smile.

"You can't have my body, Sasori. I'm already a puppet. There was an accident several years ago." Her grip on his shoulder tightened and he winced, staring at her still, fear consumed. The one woman he thought of as family was a walking human puppet.

EnD

Me; Look, if you don't like the way this chapter ends, then go bite Bender's shiny metal ass, or ya know, answer to Sasori's wrath! He's already pissed enough that I would do this...Although he is calming down a bit, seeing as how I'm letting him think the way he would...Instead of completely how I think he would have thought...If that makes any sense at all.

Mitsuko; Aw! He's just too damn cute! -hugging on Sasori-

Deidara; -mouth drops- My Danna! -clinging to Sasori's arm-

Sasori; Help!

Itachi; ...xD-cracking up-

Tobi; Deidara-san! -cries-

Sasuke; You are all pathetic...Except the Authoress and Mitsuko.

Naruto; Suck up!

Sasuke; -jumps- When the hell did you get here?!

Naruto; I've been here, duh! The Authoress invited me, as well as everyone else.

Everyone Else; -waves-

Sasuke; Seriously, Authoress, was it necissary?

Authoress; I just invited the Akatsuki, you and Naruto so you could all see how much of a baby Sasori would be for a short time...Not the whole village of Konoha.

Naruto; -sweat drop-

Sasori; HELLO! BEING ATTACKED BY FANS!

Mitsuko; Naw, ish okies, Sasori-san.

Authores; Just read the next chapter...Sorry for our random babbling...Mitsuko! Let go of the puppet!

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