Hello readers, I'm very sorry for the very late update in this, but I've been working on improving my rather rubbish writing skills. And here is a replacement for the prologue, in which I have editted. It is now longer than it was before, and hopefully a lot better quality. Thanks for your time...
Prologue:
It was warm, the sun up high in the cloudless blue sky, glaring down on a battle scene long dormant.
The large crater was covered in different puppet parts dotted about the place, most were cloaked in a dark brown, whilst others were cloaked in a yellowy white (yellowed from age.) Swords of all different shapes and sizes stuck out from the rocky ground and lay around the place. Dried up, dark purple poison covering their rusted blades.
A small, slim figure stood inside the crater, at the far end of the place. Her body covered by a large black cloak and her face shadowed, by the hood. Dark brown, watery eyes carefully surveyed the sight in front of her, from beyond her hood. Tears streamed down the sides of her pale face, dripping off of her chin and making small dark spots on the rocks below her. It was almost too much to take in, how could this have happened? The younger brother she'd so looked forward to meeting all of these years, had turned out like this?!
The woman clenched her eyes shut, her eyebrows furrowing together and hand clenching around the letter in her hand as she willed away her tears. It had been three years since she'd received the letter in her hand! Three years since she'd been informed that not only had her grandmother Chiyo died, but also her younger brother...Sasori.
It was then she'd found out that he'd turned himself into a living weapon, a seemingly cold and heartless puppet, who felt nothing for those he killed. Not only that, but he was a member of Akatsuki.
She had been well aware of her grandmother's reincarnation jutsu that the elder woman had worked so hard on, to ensure that she didn't lose her grandson, only in the end use it on somebody else, completely giving up on Sasori. The woman bit down on her lip, she couldn't quite bare to think of how hopeless and sad the elder woman must have felt to have her dream taken away from her, to have seen him so, so lost. With such screwed up morals that she knew had been planted in him, by her own village.
Tears threatened to fall once more at the thought of her suffering grandmother, who lost so much before dying...She didn't have time for this, time was of the essence, with a small shake of her head the woman gathered her wits together. Breathing in deeply through her mouth, not wanting to smell the strong, dusty metallic scent in the air which she'd caught a strong whiff of, upon arriving at the scene. The woman moved forward, a gentle breeze blowing a few strands of her long crimson red hair out of her hood, as her eyes carefully looked for one person in particular.
Coming across her target roughly in the middle of the battle field, the woman lifted a shaking hand to cover her mouth. There he was, lying face down in-between, his two very first puppets/ his parents. Four swords stuck out of his wooden back and two others stuck out of his once living organ...his mortal wound, connecting back to his 'mother' and 'father!' Her mother and father!
With little effort the woman pulled the four swords from his limp wooden body, his joints rattling as she did so. The woman's legs began to tremble, he looked just like a doll, and he might as well have been one, being hollow inside out. It was heartbreaking to see the closest family member she had left like that. Her trembling worsened and once again the woman was fighting tears, rolling him over onto his back, biting down on her lip at the rattling she once again heard, it was such a horrible sound for a human to make.
Lowering herself to the floor, the woman curled her legs under her, she wanted to take in as much of him into her memory as possible, before this was over.
"Oh Sasori...What have you done to yourself?"
The woman whispered weakly, reaching out a long slender hand, hesitating just before her soft skin touched his hard wooden shell, she was almost afraid to know what he felt like. Shaking her head, the woman bit down on her lip, before gently traced her fingers over the crack in his right cheek. It was just as she'd thought, he felt so unreal, was this really her younger brother? It set the fire in her eyes a light, her determination reaching new heights for what she would soon do.
"It may be really selfish of me to do this Sasori and for that I'm sorry! But..."
The woman paused, letting out a shaky breath, as her hand dropped to her side, her eyes filling with tears again.
"I can't just let you die like this, Chiyo Baa-sama, she wanted this and I do too...So I'm giving you another chance to sort yourself out! To change yourself, and your ways!"
"I may be risking my life for nothing, you may never change...but I still...What kind of big sister would I be, If I didn't do anything?"
By now the woman was sobbing, her words hardly recognisable, as endless tears streamed down her face. The woman stood up unsteadily, soft sad smile lighting up her features as she stared down at her brother.
"If you cock this upSasori, I'll die in vain...I'm counting on you, little brother!"
With that said, the girl, yanked the two swords, connecting him to his mother and father out of his heart with a grimace, almost heaving at the dark purple liquid that seeped out of the wound.
Bending down, she grabbed the almost weightless body around the waist, slinging it over her shoulder and gritting her teeth at the rattling sound that he made, she really did hate that noise.
'My only real concern is him finding a way of going back to the Akatsuki, considering, that I have no idea which of them are actually left in that group now. He would probably end up more twisted than he already is...was.'
The girl figured inwardly, pulling at her hood, to stop anymore strands of crimson red hair, from blowing free. Before kicking off on her heals and hopefully leaping towards his new life, leaving his old life far, far behind.
'There's only one place I can trust...Konohagakure!'
Tsunade's caramel eyes, widened in disbelief and shock as they once again, scanned over the contents of the letter in her hand.
Her other hand in which clasped a cup filled with very much needed sake, tightened so hard, it shattered covering her long slender hand and desk, with sticky, wet sake. Yet, it didn't even phase the powerful hokage, whose widened eyes slowly narrowed and lowered into a glare.
'Who does this girl think she is?'
The scary woman thought, her eye brows furrowing even further. She couldn't quite grasp the situation completely yet, it was just so unbelievable, those Akatsuki bastards were proving so damned difficult to find, let alone kill....There was just absolutely no way.
In fact Tsunade would have already issued the order for him to be executed, if she wasn't thinking of how much of an advantage it could be to the village. She was torn between taking a big risk, or just ignoring it all and putting the guy to death once again.
Chewing on her finger in thought for a moment, the woman thought of the sender of the letter, Sasori's sister. Tsunade had to hand it to her; she sure had a lot of faith and probably a very optimistic view on the world to give up her own life to give an s-class criminal another chance. That or she was very naive. Probably the latter, but that wasn't Tsunade's concern right now, the point was, this woman brought somebody back to life who should have stayed dead, and in Tsunade's opinion didn't deserve such a second chance...
'But what's done is done, and we should take advantage of it.' With a smirk crawling onto her face, Tsunade made up her mind.
Standing up abruptly, with a small thud, as her chair fell backwards onto the floor, Tsunade placed the letter back down on her desk and briskly walked over to her office entrance, pulling the door open.
"Shizune, summon team Kakashi here immediately!"
"Hai, Tsunade –sama." The woman heard the faint voice of Shizune, after a few seconds of straining her ear to hear a reply. Tsunade hadn't been bothered to wander all the way down the hall to Shizune's office; she knew the younger woman would always have paper work for her somewhere.
One thing Tsunade was sure about though, as she stalked over to the sink on the far wall of her office, running her sticky hand under it. Sakura was going to hate her!
Tsunade smirked, as she flicked the remaining drops of water off of her hands. Sakura was getting more and more like her everyday. Although Sakura had never dared argue with her before, Tsunade knew Sakura had a temper which could probably match her own, which she witnessed Naruto at the receiving end of countless times, when he'd been acting like the goon he was. The blonds face faltered as memories of a certain toad sannin sprang into mind. She really hoped that where ever he was now, the perverted sage would be watching over Naruto and the rest of the village. Tsunade missed Jaraiya more than she would ever let on. He had been there a lot of her life and now he was dead. Gone! Walking back over to her desk, Tsunade plopped down in her chair, her eyes glazing over.
Dear Hokage - Sama.
I'm a ninja from the hidden village of sand, and I write this letter to you, as not only an explanation of why I left my younger brother outside of Konoha gates, but also as a plea to you to take on my brother and give him the second chance in life.
See when Chiyo baa- Sama died, she forgot to mention one thing, her unique resurrection jutsu that only she could do, was not only hers, but also mine. A forbidden jutsu which if used, would sacrifice the life of the user, and bring back the one in which it is used on. And by the time you have read this, I will have already sacrificed my life for Sasori and from the bottom of my heart I ask you not to execute him, or I will die in vain.
As a child my brother, Akatsuna Sasori was a sweet and loving child. Only at the time of our parent's death, did he start to become what he was before he died. But, I believe he was only running away from the loneliness in which he felt, Sasori never got to understand what it's like to have a bond with anybody, and I believe that is the key to changing him from what he was to one of the greatest shinobi's the world will see. I realise I maybe asking for the impossible, as he was an S –class criminal, but Sasori for the first nine months after the Jutsu will be as helpless as a civilian. As his Chakra flow will be too faint to use and his body will have to have time to recuperate. I believe that in time, he can change and he will change.
In doing so Sasori will become a great asset to your village, he has valuable information on Akatsuki and not only that, but he has speed, he is the best in the art of puppetry, he has analytical skills and a large knowledge in poison.
Every body deserves a second chance, don't they? It's not impossible for people to change with the right treatment. So as a final plea, please save Sasori.
Regards and many thanks,
Akatsuna Sumire.
So here is the editted prologue of Loyally confused - Sasosaku. I really hoped you enjoyed it :D