Recap: He roars, running after me swiftly. We dart against buildings, using our ninja ways to get going. I knew one thing; I wouldn't let him catch me! Little did we know, Sasori wasn't having fun and joking around with his parents, or was he?
"Brother," I shake him eagerly, whispering loudly in his ear, "Wake up!"
"No more egg salad!" he sniffles. "Please!"
I sweat drop, not in the mood for his silly dreaming. "Brother, get up! Ugh! Oh, I know!" I snap my fingers with a smile. "Wake up you maggot! Two hundred laps around Konoha! Now or no lunch"
"Sir, yes sir!" he shoots up, standing to his feet, saluting, and a tangle of blankets wrapped around his midsection. "Aya? What was that for?!" he shrieks, falling over as the blankets trip him. "Okay, stop clinging to me!" he whispers harshly to the threads. They loosen and free him.
"Something's not right," I shudder. "I had a dream. It had velvet and silk, they were calling to me. I think it was the cloak I gave to Sasori."
"Huh? Hold on," his fingers lace with mine, eyes closing. Immediately, they shoot open, nodding. "I felt their call too. Let's go," he throws on a pair of pants and a shirt.
Ryuu grabs my hand, pulling me out the door while snatching a light jacket off the rack for the both of us so we would be shielded from the hot winds of the night found in Sunagakure. I struggle to put it on, running swiftly and silently so we don't attract the ANBU that patrol around the village at night.
The puppeteer's abode comes into view, dark like every other house. We slip over the stone fence, sliding open the wooden door and moving in. The darkness engulfs us, my brother pulling out a kerchief he kept in his pocket and focusing his chakra into it. I lay my hand on his, pushing mine into the little patch of flax. The cloth lights a silver blue, the color of our chakras combined. He leads me through the dead quiet house, my nightgown ruffling and my brothers clothing moving the only noise, that and our footsteps.
We slip into Sasori's room, seeing the bed neatly made and everything untouched. Everything besides his puppeteer kit, the thing he used to make his puppets.
"He's not here," Ryuu states the obvious, grabbing my hand and leading me into every room. Each and every last one was devoid of human life, the only few things being some of the extra puppets, which thoroughly freaked me out. "No one's here."
"I told you they called me," I shudder again, scurrying out of the room filled with puppets. "They wanted me to see them again; they were protecting a warm something from the cold night air."
"He left, so did his parents. They must have gone somewhere to celebrate Saso's b-day," he shrugs. "That has to be it. Let's go home, I'm tired."
"Okay," I sigh unhappily. "I hope the threads are okay. Let's get out of here; this place is scary with all those lifeless puppet eyes around!"
"Yeah I agree with that!" he takes off with me, pocketing the dimming kerchief.
We were home faster than we had gotten there; ready to be away from the deadly silent home filled to the brim with glass eyes, staring at you as you walked past them.
"Err, you can sleep in my room with me tonight," Ryuu pulls me in, towards his bed. "Eh heh"
"Thanks," I laugh nervously with him, knowing he was not only feeling his fear of the puppets still in the back of his mind, but also the feeling of longing from the threads I had given to Sasori. We huddle together in his bed, acting just as decent siblings do when they're smaller. I loved my brother just as much as he loved me.
But one thing troubled me. Where had Sasori, no the cloak gone?
Sorry that it's so short, longer one next time!
