Death: This is a new story of mine. Don't worry it will get hilarious in the second chapter as it is about Reikon! I was limited to how much humor there was because Sasori isn't a very humorus character (but I love him anyway! XD).

The Legend of the Summoning Scroll

Shortly after Sasori had left the retched Sand Village that he despised and hated, he immediately got sent an invitation from a so-called group named the, Akatsuki. They apparently want him in their little organization. Finally, someone decides to take notice of my art. He thought. On top of that he got sent the directions for one of their hideouts. The only problem... The directions were one whole, blasted riddle.

Meet us there by summer's solstice

Close to evergreen, but far from barren waste

At a place where leaves appear eager to fall

Where a tall tipped spire blocks three fourths of the sun, but all of the moon

Past a clear curved ribbon that snakes as a borderline

It's mirror of a surface seems to hum with the wind

That was all the direction Sasori was given from the invitation. He hated to admit it, but even he didn't have a clue what this riddle was going on about now. This gave no exact location or anything on the hideout. This required higher intelligence, but the only intelligence higher than him, didn't even exist. Either it didn't or it wasn't even human. Yes, not even a human could figure this puzzle out. This was one of those riddles where only the writer knows the answer, and the reader is left clueless. Or was it...

"Hey, did you hear that one of the three legendary summoning scrolls have been found?"

Sasori over heard two teenage boys talking in a whisper just as he was walking by. Legendary summoning scrolls? He stopped in his tracks. He never heard such a thing, and he didn't expect two lowly teenage boys to know either. Perhaps River Country wasn't all that oblivious after all. If they knew something as big as summoning scrolls, more or less, legendary ones.

"Yeah, they're even said to be the most powerful in all of the world!" Sasori heard the other boy whispered his excitement. Most powerful in all of the world? He replayed that line in his head.

"Too bad nobody's ever gotten through all of the guards and traps in the chamber to ever get a shot at the scroll."

"Yeah, nobody's that desperate." Oh but Sasori was. He knew it was just three weeks until summer solstice, and he had no idea where the so called hideout was even located. The two boys were now out of his range of hearing. He needed more information about those scrolls to get his hands on them. What ever it took, he made a silent vow in his head that he will find that one scroll they were talking about. Whatever that animal was, he would summon it and then torture and torment it until it would take him to the Akatsuki hideout. Yes, that was what he would do.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning in the Hidden Valley Village. He was currently wearing a typical turquoise sand village attire with a white coil collar that ended at the humerus (middle of the upper arm). It was a larger version of the attire he had as a kid. Favoring it over others for travel because of it's light weight and maneuverability.

Last night was the night that he abandoned the Sand Village after murdering the 3rd Kasekage and turning him into one of his artwork. Sasori must say though, it was all worth it as it took a special place in all of his collection. He was grateful that his puppet body need not any food or water to keep going. Otherwise, there would be a slight chance that some Suna-weaklings could slow him down, keep him waiting. He hated waiting. He had been kept waiting all his life, but no more. No more waiting for hopeless dreams to come true, like the possibility of his parents coming back or the possibility of the Sand Village never throwing away their shinobi like withered old tools. No, he would not be kept waiting, nor keep others waiting.

The Sand Village, the most pathetic of the five great nations. So naive and carless that they even didn't know, much less cared, about who murdered their precious 3rd Kazekage. That village was full of fools, fools that he no longer wanted to be with or belong too. Foolish, insolent, uncaring, coldhearted village of his (well not now anyway). How could they let his mother and father parish to the wind on a mission just like that? No, it was because they didn't care, they didn't care for their own ninja or citizens. Always telling, even forcing him to make more and more puppets just so they can be destroyed in combat like trash. His artwork... Destroyed. He couldn't stand it, but he knew the rest of the village wouldn't even care, they could just get more and more from him, use him (but not anymore). So why care himself? Why care about anyone else but himself? Why even show emotion when everyone around you doesn't even have any regard for them? Why care all together?

Sasori stopped and looked up at a place in the village that he thought might have some decent information on his topic. The Valley Village Library. He read the words engraved in the marble stone just outside of the place. It looked small from the outside, made out of polished black and white marble with clear glass doors and iron handles. It was better than Sunagakure's libraries though, which were made out of just sand. In fact all the structures were mostly sand all together. Tsk, why am I even thinking about the village that I abandoned in the first place. He asked himself. He pushed the thought aside and stepped into the library.

Eh, nothing that flashy or special. It was dimly lit, just enough to see and at the same time be comforting to the naked eye. The floor was carpeted blue and brown and the walls were wooden. He guessed... Maybe walnut? Rows of six foot tall book shelves were lined in an orderly fashion one behind another in the open areas. He also spotted several benches, chairs, and tables for which to sit and read on. It was only occupied by six guests and three employees, two at the library check out counters and one organizing recently checked in books into the shelves.

The ones at the counter looked pretty busy, so Sasori decided to ask the one next to the book cart instead. He walked over to her from behind. She hadn't seemed to notice him just two feet away from her backside yet. He reached over and tapped on her right shoulder with a finger.

"Ah!" She jumped and spilled the two books she was carrying onto the floor at the tap of his finger. Sasori had his own share of astonishment. He flinched and quickly withdrew his finger. The librarian whirled around. She had long lavender hair in a high ponytail with black rimmed glasses and a white kimono. Her eyes were also lavender with her skin a little pale. She would have been attractive in someone else's eyes, but to Sasori, she didn't stand out that much. He looked down at her name tag. Her name was... Akira.

"Y-Yes?" She stammered. Then, she was looking at him with those glassy, sparkly eyes and hugging a random blue book against her chest, and she was blushing like crazy. Oh, great. Another girl that was looking at him like a meal. He was down right sick of it too. That's what all of the girls in Sunagakure did when they saw him walking by. Sasori figured that things in Tanigakure would be no different. Ugh, why do girls always have to be like this to me. He complained to himself.

"Do you have any books about the three legendary scrolls?" He asked. She froze for a second and then began to chuckle.

"What would a handsome boy like you want with such a dark thing like that?" She said in between chuckles. Dark thing? Sasori remained still in the same position. He had to be patient with people like this, even though they were annoying as fleas, he had to keep still. They'll tell you everything eventually. The trick is to never falter, never move, and remain persistent. Sasori did just that. Soon enough, Akira stopped laughing and then knit her eyebrows.

"Oh, you were serious?" She asked. All he had to was blink once for her to get the message. Good, at least this one was bright enough to read his body language. "We usually don't talk about that in Tanigakure. It's kind of a touchy subject." She whispered. Alright, Sasori. Time to turn on the charm. He decided.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not such a big deal if a person like me knows." He lulled. Man, she turned beet red just for that? He mused in his mind. It took all of his willpower to force a light smile. Did her nose just started bleeding? Sasori decided to ignore the blood trickling down her nose and focus only on her eyes. Yep, she was falling apart.

"U-Uh, ok." She drew in closer to whisper her answer. "The legend goes that in The First Great Shinobi War while the nations were fighting over supremacy, that in their desperation, they searched for an ultimate weapon."

"You mean Jinjuricki?" Sasori interrupted.

"No, these were far more powerful than Jinjuriki. They were considered invincible. It is unknown of there full power, but it is said that in the midst of war, the Land of Demons created three elemental demons in hopes of ending the Great War. A demon of the mind, a demon of the body, and lastly a demon of the soul. They placed these three terrifying demons into three of their own shinobi. Those three shinobi were said to be given powers beyond anything that the world could ever imagine. So much that they went berserk. The demons took their bodies as a new type form and destroyed the very village that created them. Finally a hero named Surigai Atamaru sealed them away in three separate scrolls. Then he scattered them all over the lands. Hoping that they will never be found by the wrong intentions." Akira then leaned back against the shelf like it exhaust her to tell any more.

"What of the scroll that was already found? Which demon is it exactly?" Sasori pushed her on. He felt like he wasn't getting the full of her little story. She flinched, but told him anyway.

"I think it's the demon of the soul. It's said to be somewhere here in the Land of Rivers. I don't know exactly where, but it said that only a person who doesn't breath the air, who's eyes are not the gateway to his or her soul, and is nor alive or dead could manage to pull it out. That's what it says of the soul anyway, I don't know of the body or mind." She explained.

"What's the soul demon like?" Sasori asked.

"She is said to be calmer and more controlled than her demon brothers. Calm enough to talk to anyway." Akira giggled.

"She?"

"Oh, yes. These demons took the form of the shinobi. The one the soul demon took was a female." She smiled. A female. Why would a demon want a female for a body? He was completely puzzled, but he didn't show it. Leave that for the demon to answer for him.

"Do you know anymore about these demons?" Sasori asked his last question.

"No," She said. He was just about to turn and leave when she grabbed his arm. "but, I do know someone who might."

Sasori had followed Akira the librarian out of the library. They were now standing in front of a mining store.

"I have to get back to my work at the library. When you get there, look for Kyou Uragachi, he's said to know everything about the three demons. Some say that he's met them before himself." She informed. With that, she went back to path leading to the library. Sasori turned back to the little store and walked in.

The store was decent in size and area with plain grey walls with a few advertising posters. What made it special was the fact that it was gleaming with beautiful gemstones. He saw some quartz, onyx, and amethyst on the four foot tall shelves that he was walking by along with some other common gems on the others. There were some extra large ones in tall glass capsules on display and some mining tools in various corners of the shop. This store apparently sold gems, mining material, and rare artifacts. He spotted the counter which was, he guessed, the store's treasure trove made of clear glass. Inside for all to see were precious gems like ruby, gold nuggets, and even a few diamonds, but this wasn't a jewelry store. There was not a single silver chain in sight. This must be where the jewelers buy their gems. Sasori realized. After he had his share of eye-candy, he began looking for the man that Akira mentioned. Just as Sasori started to look around, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Are you finding everything alright, young'n?" The man was old with and worn down wrinkly face and thin bleach white hair. He also had one of those tiny, thin round glass. Sasori looked down at his name tag. Kyou Uragachi. It read. So this was the man that Akira was talking about.

"Quite, but sir, do you mind answering a few questions I have?" Sasori asked. The old man smiled, as if eager to help.

"Of corse, lad. Right this way." He gestured to a lonely corner of the room. Once there, he spoke.

"Now, what was the question you had?" The old man gestured for Sasori to speak.

"Someone told me that you know a lot about the three demons and their scrolls. What do you know about the soul demon?" Sasori asked. The old man kept the same smile on his face. How does he do that?

"Well, how much do you know about the soul demon already?" Kyou countered his question.

"I know that it took the form of a female body and is more calm and controlled than her other demon brothers." Sasori thought back to what Akira told him as he answered that. The old man finally stopped smiling.

"So you already know that much, eh?" The old man said. Sasori nodded slightly. "What do you intend on doing with her? You're not one of those punks friends are you?" He pointed a bony finger at Sasori.

"Punks?" Sasori questioned.

"Yeah, those ones that came earlier seeking to take the Soul Stone." The old man then realized how much had just slipped from his mouth and covered it with his frail hands.

"Soul Stone?"

"Oh, dear. I've said to much again." The old man quivered.

"I don't intend to harm her or miss use her. I just need her to show me a place." Sasori lied. The old man relaxed a little.

"She the most intelligent out of her brothers and is more than just a weapon of mass destruction. She is very valuable and will complete any task as long as she is given a Soul Stone." Sasori watched the man draw an small iridescent, perfectly round, glassy looking orb. It was about the size of a large marble, but Sasori felt like something was missing from it, something that was suppose to right in the center...

"Is it missing something?" Sasori asked. Old man Kyou seemed to be taken aback.

"Why yes it is. In the center, it will glow a blinding white depending on how much the person in possession of it killed. The white represents the number of souls the owner has released. Or how many they've killed. The soul demon treasures this because for every soul that the owner has released is immediately trapped here. For every life you kill she gets one. That is how she is invincible, immortal. You can kill her ten times, but as long as she has eleven souls, she won't die." He paused then handed the Soul Stone to Sasori. "Here, you seem like a good lad. Give this to her as a gift. Then, she might be will be willing to help you on your journey." Kyou then took Sasori's hand, placed the stone in the middle of his palm, and then closed it tight with his shaky fingers. Why did he trust me so much? Sasori questioned in his head, but in reality, all he did was nod and then zipped out of the shop with blinding ninja speed.

Death: Hope you like it! If you don't bare with me here, please! The second chapter is shorter, so it's on it's way!