Ta-da! Very first chapter of SasorixOC. I kinda want to change the title, I don't know yet though. Thank you for reading, and reviews please? I'd love to hear from you guys ..

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Tomoki Ura's mind was vacant as her onyx eyes flicked over the pale, grey walls of the cremation quarters of the tiny funeral home in Suna. Behind her, two middle aged men in uniforms conversed quietly with each other about the body in the cardboard box in front of her. Their voices were tweaked to sound mournful and caring, but in the wake of it all there was a thick note of contempt. It was sickening.

Her eyes adverted from the blanched walls to the detrimental object itself, the cardboard box. It was rather large, and she knew what was inside it. Her father had passed in his sleep of old age and she decided it would be best to have him cremated, like they had done with her mother. Her fingers made swirls over the thin lid, where his face lay under. His expression was peaceful the last time she saw it, as if he died smiling, knowing he had lived a fine life. Inwardly, she grinned as she thought of his laugh and how they would sit together and just talk about anything that came to mind. Her crying had filled the last three nights, so the tears would not come. Only sheer accepting of the fact he was gone. Her mind found her hand on the box once more, as it lay on the small conveyor belt toward the chamber where it would be fired.

She heard footsteps, and one of the men approached her apprehensively. This offended her a little, as if they expected her to just break down in a fit of sobs if they spoke to her.

"? We are ready to cremate the body, if it is alright with you."

"Yeah, before you do anything, can I have a minute on my own?"

"Certainly," The man's voice was just above a murmur as he ushered the other male out of the room.

Alone, Tomoki contemplated opening the box, just to see his peaceful and aged face one more time, but decided against it, inferring that it would trigger a fresh flow of tears. Swallowing hard, she took a few deep breaths, her fingers trailing off the box, the conveyor, and then away to her sides. She hugged herself wearily, her limbs heavy with grief.

Eyes boring into the ground, she raised her hand and made a motion for the workers to come back in and finish the job. The door clicked, and the taller male slowly trotted over to press the controls. Her eyes wouldn't leave the box as it rolled over the rickety rubber belt into the compact chamber. Bright, orange flames shot out of nozzles and the brown card instantly went black, until each end curled upwards. She'd had enough.

She turned desperately to the men behind her.

"Are there any papers, or anything that I have to sign?"

"Yes, they're ready for you at the front office."

"Alright. Thank you, and the whole funeral home for your help," She said as she shook hands with the both of them.

"It was our pleasure. was a great man, may he rest in peace," Said the other man, speaking for the first time since the procedure had begun. His words sounded genuine enough, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She stole out the room. Outside was brighter, since some of the space was occupied with windows, unlike the cremation quarters. Striding slowly towards the front office, her mind wandered incessantly. She reached the small desk where a bright eyed receptionist was waiting. She looked up from typing and grinned cordially.

"Tomoki Ura, am I right?"

She recognized the receptionist as one of her father's acquaintances. Though she couldn't remember her name. She nodded.

"My, my. You look so much like your father."

"Hah, thanks."

"I'm sorry for your loss. He was an excellent man."

"Thank you. I'm supposed to sign papers, yes?"

"Oh, right. Don't worry; it's just a few release forms, and the death certificate."

"Uh huh," Was all she was able to say as she read over the papers and scrawled her awkward signature over them. She was her own person now, no parents to cry too. She felt strangely empty, and scared.

"You're an orphan as of today, love. Everything will be alright, I promise," The receptionist's attempt to be motherly was merely mildly helpful to her. Still, she greeted it with as much of a grin as she could muster, and left the building to the home that she now solely owned.

Walking through the familiar white door of the small blanched green home, it all seemed so much bigger then it should've, and much more forlorn. Hanging up her thin cardigan on the hook, she paced about the halls, thinking. Not wanting to go up to the second floor, where the bedrooms were, she settled with the large table they had never used. Slumping in the comfy, squashy chair, she noticed the large cabinet behind it. Curious to find out what was in the drawer, she crouched on all fours, and shook open the tacky ligament of furniture. What was inside made her call out in amazement.

Pictures of her as a child. And a whole lot of them at that. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she sorted through an album of her first years, and steps, with her mother and father both waiting to seize her if she ever fell. And then there were the ones from kindergarten, and preschool. She laughed as she saw a frame of her father trying to figure out how to do hair up in pigtails.

Looking once more through the small space, she found a faded reddish album at the very back, labelled "Tomoki's 1st Grade". It was by far the heaviest, even more so than the 2nd, 4th, or 5th years. Covering her hand in the sleeve of her shirt, she brushed the thin film of dust off the cover, before flipping it open to the first page. There she was again, light up shoes and all. About four or 5 pages in, there was a page that made her drop the album at the sight of it. She picked it up once more, and her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat. These were the pictures taken on the day where the 1st graders first met their 'big buddies', so they were called. Memories flooded through to break the dam of her mind.

-Flashback-

"Okay class! Sit down in a nice circle on the carpet, and get ready to meet your big buddies!"

"Yes !" The class replied eagerly, a certain tiny dark haired girl raising her voice louder than the other due to her bubbling excitement. Each small child bounded out of their seats, and over to the bright blue, purple and green patterned carpet.

The warm eyed teacher stopped the small dark haired girl mid stride to reprimand her gently.

"Tomoki, I'm very glad you're excited, but you have to be a little bit quieter inside? Okay?"

"Yes ! I'm sorry." The small girl replied, her dark eyes wide with apology.

"That's quite alright, Tomoki," Her teacher said before laughing at the small, adorable little girl, who was now grinning widely. "Go on, have fun."

Tomoki pattered off to join the group on the carpet, her dark purple dress flying behind her.

When the entire 6th grade class had sauntered in, each of the small children in the circular formation on the carpet had looked up in awe at how tall they were. As the teacher read out the pairings, each larger child would walk over to sit next to their buddies as the grinning teacher motioned to them. Tomoki almost rocked in her seat with anticipation as read off the name of the boy with the last name one letter ahead of her in the alphabetical list. His buddy smirked and went to join the boy at the other side of the circle. Tomoki was next.

Her teacher's glasses slipped a bit down the bridge of her nose, and she pushed them upwards once more.

"Tomoki Ura, Sasori Akasuna."

From the very back of the muddle of 6th graders, emerged a redheaded boy with heavy lidded, chocolate brown eyes. He was fairly tall, and was wearing simple long, slim black pants, with a white t-shirt and a red short sleeved unbuttoned shirt over top. His hitai-ate was tied around his upper arm. He smiled as the teacher motioned towards a now still Tomoki, and sauntered over to meet her. The smile never left his face as he sat down noiselessly next to her. She gazed up at him with wide, childish eyes. He chuckled, and dimples appeared in his boyish face.

"Hi there, Tomoki, is it?"

"Yes," She said quietly.

"I'm Sasori. No need to be scared, I won't hurt you."

Tomoki greeted the words apprehensively.

Sasori figured his words weren't making much impact, so he decided on something a tad bit more childish.

"Pinkie swear on it?" The redhead asked, holding out his hand.

A tiny giggle escaped the silent, tiny girl, and she smiled. Nodding, she held out her own hand, miniscule compared to his. The promise was made, and the grin on each child's face grew wider.

The teacher then told each pair to pick out a few books, and find a spot in the room, where each buddy would read to the other in turn.

They agreed to one book each, and Sasori picked out Pinocchio, while Tomoki pulled Mulan out of the bookcase.

"Did you want to choose a spot, then?" Sasori asked his buddy.

"What about there?" Tomoki asked, pointing to a corner of the classroom filled with different coloured beanbag chairs and couches.

Sasori had always wondered what sitting in a beanbag chair would be like.

"Sure!" He replied, and she had then pulled him by his hand to the cushions.

The smaller girl nestled comfortably in a red beanbag cushion, while her larger companion sat down awkwardly on a tiny couch, only to lean back too far, and tip it over, making her laugh once more.

-End Flashback-

That was twenty-three years ago, and she remembered it clear as day. She looked down upon the rest of the album fondly. After the pictures of the pinkie swear, almost each one had Sasori in it. Ever since they had been paired as buddies the two became almost inseparable. He was like the brother she never had, and she to him was a little sister he cared a great deal for.

In the very back pages of the album, were ones of her 1st grade birthday. She giggled quietly, seeing as Sasori was the oldest child there. Yet, he always seemed to enjoy himself when he was with her. She didn't have many friends growing up, one or two at most, and they had all moved away. She was never one to seriously socialize and make a bond with anyone except her almost nii-san.

At the last two or three pages, there was a thick card cover that moved with the page. Not realizing it was relevant, she flipped all three at once, causing a small doll like toy to fall from the small compartment in the back of the album. She guessed the cover to the compartment was the thick card page she had turned. Stooping low, she grabbed and appendage of the doll like thing. It had a grainy and smooth texture, and was slightly faded with age.

Holding it up to the light, she cried out in awe and recognition. In her hands, was a small puppet, fashioned as a teddy bear. It had patches painted over the wood in scattered places across its body, and a tiny, snug Sunagakure hitai-ate draped over its left eye. Every quality of the toy came back to her. She delved deeper in her mind for memories of the teddy. Bending its right foot upwards, she checked if the red scorpion signature was still there. Sure enough, bold scarlet, still as visible as the day when she received it from him.

It was the last day of break before 2nd grade started, Tomoki had returned home to her father blinking back tears. Her mother, whose health had declined extremely due to over tiredness, had passed. Tomoki was still a small child back then, so reality didn't set in as strongly as it would have if she was older. Still, when her father explained that she "couldn't see mommy" anymore while he held her close, tears welled.

She ran. That was the only thing a little girl knew to do. She ran far from the place that held all the sorrow, and grief. Her destination was not far from home, only to the park a few minutes away. Her father had let her run off; since he knew that anything he could have said wouldn't have helped.

Almost instantly after the small girl had sprinted off, her father had answered the door to a grinning Sasori, asking for Tomoki. He had a present for her, wrapped in a small purple box. Her father had barely finished explaining the situation to the redheaded boy before he sprinted off to the park. Sure enough, the tiny girl was swinging, alone.

Approaching her slowly, Sasori quietly spoke her name.

"Tomoki? Are you ok, imouto?"

The tiny sand-nin's eyes never left her lap, but her head shook.

"Come here," Sasori had said before lifting the young girl from her seat and placing her in his lap. Almost as if on cue, Tomoki had tangled her hands into his shirt and started sobbing uncontrollably.

"M-M-My m-mommy's g-gone, nii-chan!" She managed to choke out in between sobs.

He hated whenever his little sister cried.

"Hey, hey, shh. Shh," He murmured quietly. "Everything's going to be fine, okay? Your mommy is in a better place now. But she's still with you, alright?"

"H-how?"

"You remember her, right? And you miss her also, yes?"

"Y-yes."

"That's how she's still with you. Okay?" He looked down at her with wide, brown eyes.

"Okay..."

"Good. Now, tell me, will this make you feel a bit better?" He had unwrapped the present, and now held the tiny puppet in his hand, shaking it so it's arms and legs moved whimsically. He mimed it walking, and dropped it into her open hands.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Ho? Oh, domo arigato, nii-san," She had said before hugging him tightly.

Tomoki had lost herself in reminisce, and failed to notice a hooded figure with flaming blond hair coyly peering in from the window.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Review please?

Imouto - Little Sister

Nii-Chan/San - Big Brother

Hitai-Ate - Forehead Protector