AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will apologize now for any spelling errors you may find. I'm just a sixteen year old girl who writes to get the ideas out of my head, and while I do try, I recognize that I am not the best writer out there and do not plan to pursue a career in this field. I plan to write short chapters but upload often as writing longer chapters causes me to lose interest much faster than I would care to admit.

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Chapter 1:

Sasori was a puppetmaster through and through. Most would say his greatest feat was constructing the first human puppet: himself. The process was extensive, extremely painful, and nothing short of a miracle even in his capable hands- of course he was proud. However Sasori had another idea as to his greatest accomplishment; it was the feat of completely erasing his humanity. The hollowing of his body was the art- everlasting- but the true marvel laid in the hollowing of his heart.

He remembered snippets here and there of his last moments. Offending pink hair and his hag of a grandmother who, despite every precaution created, managed to defeat him.

He could also recall the shock; Mother and Father puppets with their swords embedded deeply into his heart. His final words... a reward to the little girl that had bested him.

Then, as with any death, darkness.

"Wake up, my child."

Sasori stirred at the voice, cracking open an eye before shielding himself from the bright, harsh light. Everything hurt; from his arms to his legs, which felt heavy as lead. Lowering his arm to weakly prop himself onto an elbow, Sasori gazed around, acutely aware of a number of things.

First off, it would appear he was no longer dead; something he wasn't necessarily pleased with. Pride went a long way, and to explain to the Akatsuki that he was killed off by a pink-haired brat (if they weren't already aware) would be... well, nothing short of unpleasant.

That is, if he could even get home.

It looked as though he were currently occupying the space between nothingness, and well, more nothingness. The walls, the ceiling, and the ground were indistinguishable from each other- just a white background that seemed to stretch endlessly around him.

That aside, rising from the dead and waking up in an uninhabited 'dimension' was the least of his problems. What alarmed the stoic puppetmaster most was the pull of sleep on his eyelids, the burning in his limbs, and the aching feeling emitting from where his stomach should NOT be.

After twenty years, Sasori hardly recognized the uncomfortable sensation as hunger.

Pieces of his brown cloak were suddenly flying; stripped off of his body in the form of rags as he ruthlessly pulled and ripped the stubborn clothing away. Each tear confirmed his fears- that a plush, sixteen year old boy breathed underneath the clothing.

His hands were immediately on himself, touching and invading any inch he possible could. As he did, Sasori soaked in every sensation and tingle with growing agitation. His life's work, supposedly everlasting, had failed him.

"Yes, love. Your life has been in vain."

In that moment, Sasori could feel everything acutely, and not just the physicalities that accompanied his new body. Love. Grief. Hatred. Betrayal- everything he had abandoned long ago came barreling back at him full force. His heart felt like it was breaking; beating and aching harder than it ever had, proving every battle up til now to be pointless in comparison, and when his heart couldn't contain it all any longer, Sasori felt his 'emotions' bubble up into his throat.

"You can do it, Sasori. We believe in you..."

Throwing his head back, Sasori screamed. Loud and hoarse, it tore at his vocal chords and assaulted the construct of his surroundings, ripping apart the neverending white and replacing it with a new scene- this time with color- like it were wallpaper.

A girl bleeds into his vision, slight concern clouding her exotic features as she paces back and forth in a small bedroom, all while repeating something under her breath. Sasori shifts minutely and she jumps, turning her attention onto him.

Through weary, lidded eyes, he stares at her and the girl returns his gaze unblinkingly.

"Don't just stare at me like that," she says, taking a seat across from where he was laid out on a bed. A smirk stretches across her full lips, "I may have just saved your life- you should really carry medicine for epilepsy though, you know."

"Whoareoyu," Sasori's words slurred together, spilling off his tongue as his sight began fading.

He was losing consciousness, and the girl was by his side in a flash. "H-Hey, kid! Don't you dare-"

Sasori ignored her, eagerly allowing dark spots to interrupt his vision of her. He could only hope that he would be sent to another dimension, or perhaps another reality for that matter, where he had a chance of being a puppet again.

Most of all; however, Sasori wanted a peace to quell the tornado of emotions swelling inside. He wanted death- well, a more permanent version at least.