Things might/will be short, so don't get butthurt. I'm busy.
Prolouge
"Nii-san." Kiyoshi, the red haired seven years old, muttered and opened the door to his workshop. "Can I come in?" He asked, and peeked at his brother who was sitting in in his chair, working on a new project.
Sasori, chuunin of age 13, turned his head to see his little brother peeking at him from his door. "Yoshi." He muttered and nodded with a faint smile.
"Thank you," Kiyoshi said. He then brought out a wooden stool to sit on while he watched his brother work, quietly. He turned around and shut the door, to bring no disturbance to his brother's study.
Kiyoshi brought the stool close to his brother's desk and watched Sasori write serums and formulas for his puppets. Sasori wildly wrote on paper and threw some away, maybe even keeping some in his drawer. While he was doing this, Kiyoshi watched silently, knowing his brother was concentrated.
After some time of doing the same thing, writing paper, Kiyoshi had fallen asleep. Sasori hadn't noticed after some time, but finally realized it was late and his brother sleeping.
He sighed and smiled. Sasori picked up Kiyoshi and brought him into their room, next door to his study. He lay his little brother down onto the soft mattress and pulled his sheets up to his neck. He kissed his forehead silently and tucked himself into his own bed and smiled a little before falling into a deep slumber.
He was in peace, serenity, because his sibling was by his side. Even though they were quiet, they always stood by each other. Because they were each other's rock—a rock that stabled their sanity.
