New beginner

As promised it is August and here is the new rewrite to Parts and Pieces. The differences in this version though are the fact that Shay's name is now Eri and she is now a ninja. Other differences are small and adaptable I hope you like it.

I don't own Naruto or any of its characters only my own.

Please enjoy my works

It was raining, Sasori could tell even without looking out a window. His joints were stiff and a moist taste floated in the air. He sat up in bed and looked around, the room was bare and empty, pale blue light was cast in from the single window whose curtains were pulled tight over the glass.

Puppets and tools were cast about the room almost carelessly and scrolls were piled in a corner. A small amount of clothes hung in his closet, along with too many skeletons.

"Its…quite boring without him here," Sasori said nonchalantly as he leaned back again in his bed.

Truth to the words the small house was quiet and creaked in the wind. No one walked the halls, or talked in another room. It still took him a while to adjust in the morning to no one shouting his name or blandness music in the background or terrible burning smells for the renegade blonde's cooking. No there were no more signs of the blonde at all. Everything was gone, gone in an attempt to wash away all remembrance of his previous partner.

He found himself biting his lip in frustration and remembering someone he tried to forget.

"Kuso," he cursed and ran a hand through his short red hair. He had told himself to forget the blundering idiot and move on, but some part of him still ached for the fine condolence of another.

The rain continued to hammer the roof making the drumming noise that filled the house as the puppet man walked the bare cool floors.

Out his door and to the left down the hall way into the living room and another left into the kitchen. This was the path he walked daily from morning to night seeming to search for something. Always turning left, never the right. For there was the matter of the door on the right.

This seemingly boring brown door equipped with a gold doorknob haunted him. When he searched for what he missed so much, he never did touch that accursed golden knob. It was as if in his mind it would burn him. So the door and what lay inside were never looked upon.

He sat down in the kitchen and leaned against the small two-person table. Watching the rain run down the window above the sink he sat alone. Splatters of water the size of peas smashed against the window and ran to its bottom in a terrible amount of replay.

He said nothing as a knock at his door echoed in the dim silence. He waited again for the sound to come once more to make sure that his tortured mind was not once again fooling him.

When the sound did come again, he stood and became aware of himself and walked plainly to the front door through the living room.

Fumbling a bit with the lock on the door he opened it without a thought into his shinobi training or his careful protective ways.

The cool damp air pressed past him and into his dust covered house. Three figures stood at the door hats over their faces and cloaks drawn tightly about themselves. Raindrops beat their backs and wind blew around them.

"Sasori-san," came the calm collected voice of Uchiha Itachi who then pulled out a scroll from his cloak and gave it to the puppet man.

Halfheartedly Sasori looked down at the cylinder of paper in his hand, "What…what is this Itachi-san?"

"Leader-sama requested it," said the Uchiha quickly as Kisame moved out of the way to allow a much smaller person to walk between he and Itachi and into the dry house.

Said person quickly stepped over the threshold and walked over to Sasori's right.

"Sayonara, Sasori-san," and then the door closed and the fellow Akatsuki members were gone. Sasori stared at the door for sometime before registering that he was indeed not alone anymore.

The hat was removed and a pale face shown out through pale blonde locks. Cyan eyes half clouded with white gazed into his own.

"Sasori-sama," the voice was small and gentle and for just a moment in time he thought that he was back.

"Who are you?" he commanded.

The pale gaze did not waver at the sound of his cold harsh voice. Instead the eyebrows furrowed and the gaze hardened.

"I am Eri, Sasori-sama," said the girl with a curt bow.

"Why are you here?" he growled.

A black gloved hand appeared from beneath the sleeve's hem and rough fingers bent to point at the scroll in his hand.

"Leader-sama's instructions, Sasori-sama," she said returning her arm to her side as he tore open the scroll.

Sasori-san it has been long enough and since you were unable to acquire after Deidara's departure I am forced to give you one instead. You will go on to read who she is and what she is capable of. Treat her with respect and she will return it.

Rei

Sasori said nothing as he read this over and over. How could he? How could leader just choose someone to be his partner?

We have calculated the ways she attacks and…

…a suitable combat partner…

…adapt and powerful…

…uses and unique bloodline limit that we've never seen…

…is a missing nin from iwagakure…

The last bit scared him. Scared him to death, a part of him inside ached enough for him to grunt in pain, causing the female to raise an eyebrow silently.

Sasori choked inside how could leader-sama do this to him this early, this …look alike would never cut it as the true one had been. It was like a slap in the face.

"You probably think your pretty good don't you?!" he spat at her making her jump back, "you probably think your all great and powerful now that your in here right? Wrong your nothing to me and you never will be!"

With the crumpled scroll in his hand he stormed back to his room and slammed the door. A crash was heard but other than that nothing but the drumming of the rain was heard.

Eri looked after him, wondering just what might have put him into such a phase. One minute a delusional shell of a person another shouting lunatic.

Gently as if not to break the tight silence she took off her newly acquired cloak and draped it over the only couch in the house and softly walked to the hallway.

It was as if she walked into a cave again. Dark and dreary looking she walked the wooden floors back the hallway to the first door. The door was plain brown wood with a golden knob. She knew that this was not the place Sasori had escaped too.

With her still fully gloved hand she reached out and grasped the doorknob. It was cold to the touch but turned smoothly.

It gave a small click before opening the whole way. A deep earthen smell met her nose as she peered into the room.

The curtains of the only window were open allowing the dreary light to filter in alighting all the beautiful glazed objects about her. "Sculptures…" True the room was filled with them, each a different animal in a different pose. Colored with paint and covered with glaze they stood out about the room.

Drawn by the beauty she walked in leaving the door slightly ajar her hazy eyes widened in amazement about her at all the magnificent works of art.

Just as she reached out to touch the tip of a bird's beak a voice behind her split the silence in two.

"What are you doing in here?"