Hello, so I've decided to re-write my story Crush. Same idea, slightly different story line. This is within a light where I could improve the writing style and scenes/chapters.

Side notes: This takes place right after Sakura and Chiyo defeat Sasori.

Some future characters and their personalities may change.

Sasori is eighteen and Sakura is sixteen in the prologue.


The last thing his honey colored eyes saw was fluorescent light pink tresses and weary emerald orbs looking into his. Then the pain sunk in. The pain he felt as his own puppets stabbed his core. He looked briefly at his grandmother Chiyo before falling to his knees. His vision of the world was slipping into darkness, whilst faintly hearing the two women before him speak to one another. Finally accepting his defeat, he fell forward onto the hard ground beneath him. As he laid there on his face, he could hear the hurt in his grandmother's voice as she spoke of him with pity. 'Is this the end of my journey' He thought to himself. Accomplishing eighteen years worth of successful missions and goals was satisfactory, but was that enough for him? He had an abundance of plans he wanted to finish before his demise. The puppets, jutsu and deadly poisons that were in the making were not even completed.

Calm and collected as he was, he felt a sudden stir within his thoughts. 'Do I want to release myself from this world to experience the divinity of the other realm?' His tired eyes finally closed with the last of his shattered thoughts lingering then fading into nothing.

The dirt shuffled gently as the two women left the fighting grounds, both looking back once more at Sasori's still body. "I'm sorry for your loss." Sakura stated as she looked at the older woman with a mix of sorrow and worry within her eyes. "It's ultimately what happened. Though I wish we had a different life together, it couldn't be helped. I just hope his soul finds peace. That's all I wish for him now." Chiyo stated as she looked ahead. Sakura looked forward as they continued walking away, now with the cave slightly visible from their view. "I agree. May his soul find rest." Sakura stated. The older woman glanced at her with slight surprise which then was replaced by gratitude. She would not have thought the young woman would feel any type of sympathy for Sasori due to their intense clash and the vicious attacks and hurt he bestowed upon them. Although a tough kunoichi exterior was viewed by the outside world, Sakura still possessed a trait of humanity within her. The balance of the two were something a lot of the younger generation had great struggles with. Power versus compassion, and knowing when enough is given or not. "Thank you, Sakura."

Back within the cave, small light blue chakra strands seeped out of the punctured core. It slowly crept over his shoulders and down his back. Gradually expanding all throughout his body. The warm power that began working on him made his cold lifeless fingers twitch in the slightest way. The two swords that pierced him slowly departed from their target and clanked as they fell to both of his sides. During that last moment of life Sasori had clung to, the life altering decision was made. With a hand sign formed under his body, he released what seemed to be his last attempt at life. Acting as a last resort jutsu he had created himself over the years with precise planning, he released his last storage of chakra within him to recreate his being. The time frame of the entire process of this jutsu was initially unknown, since it is the first of it's kind and basically unheard of. The only downfall that he could find was that he would be within his original flesh state, a human. Flesh, bone, blood and organs. Though he despised this, it was what he had chosen before his soul departed. He was confident in what he decided , and vowed to take revenge on the young girl that stood up and roared her battle cry to him with such ferocity that even he, an S-ranked criminal was taken aback. This was far from over for Sasori of the red sand. This time, in this new life he was given he swore to bring misery to his female victor. She destroyed his image of perfection within the puppet he had created. To counteract, he would repay her heroic deed that she had accomplished for her hometown and friends by destroying her little by little, to the point of life being unbearable. Unbeknownst to him, she would become the object of his steadily growing obsession.


Thanks for reading the Prologue.