This was inspired, mainly, by the Dead Silence theme song and a bit from the movie.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto Characters.

Warnings: Language, Horror, Blood, Supernatural.

Characters: Sasori, Deidara, Kakashi, Kisame, Luka(OC-Brief)

Strings Attached Part 1.

Matsumoto Yori sighed, running a hand through her coarse brown hair as she walked down the aisles in the small doll factory south of Konoha City. The light from her flashlight bounced off the many porcelain and plastics parts of the dolls that were still in the progress of being made. One thing about being a night guard at the toy factory was...

It was always mega creepy to do the rounds.

Yori absently played with the set of keys she carried, spinning them around and listening to the soft jingle they made as she made her way through the factory rooms. She was the only one there tonight, and she was bored out of her skull.

Humming a nonsense tune to herself, she was almost finished her round of the doll assembly room when something clattered to the floor behind her. Quick as a flash, she pulled out the baton and spun around, flashlight shining and arm held tight and ready to strike. Her amber eyes narrowed menacingly as she surveyed the area. A few doll parts, which had been resting on the table before, were now scattered across the floor. It looked like someone had bumped the table and knocked them off by accident, but she knew it hadn't been her.

"Who's there? You've got ten seconds to show yourself before I come looking and trust me that will not be pretty," she spat, her voice as menacing as her pose.

When no one had come out after ten seconds, she smirked. "Alright, we'll do this the fun way then," she called, making her way towards the end of the table. Her steps were quick and light and soon she was crouching near the end of the row. Taking a breath, she darted around the corner.

There was no one there.

Growling to herself, she looked around, still holding the baton tightly in case someone tried to jump out at her. She heard another clatter and quickly ran forwards, towards the next aisle where it had come from.

"GOTCHA!" she yelled, turning the corner and brandishing the baton like a sword. Her eyes widened as she watched a large rat scurry away in fear, knocking into the aisle and sending a few more doll parts to the floor. Her face fell while her arm lowered. "A damn rat? Seriously?"

She felt a little bit cheated.

Sighing at her luck, she straightened, spinning the baton twice before slipping it back into its holster on her belt. Resting her free hand on her hips, she glanced at the fallen parts before sighing and bending down to pick them up. Her OCD was already challenged by the fact that all the tables weren't organized, but she just couldn't stop herself from picking the things off of the floor. There was only so much mess she could deal with.

As she picked up the last piece, a glass eye, she held it up to her light. The green iris flashed as the light reflected off its glassy surface and she frowned.

"It's so creepy. And little girls sleep with these things?" she asked, shuddering at the very thought of it. She wasn't a fan of dolls, and had she the choice she'd be a night guard somewhere else, but this job was the only one she could get and she was not about to give it up without having a new one set already. Clicking her tongue at the weirdness of today's youth, she carefully placed the eye on the table, where it rolled and settled next to several of its counterparts.

She smacked her lips in boredom and looked around. A large box labelled 'Kobayashi Antiques' caught her eye and she raised a brow before making her way over. Peering into the large box, she blinked at what was inside.

"More dolls...but these look pretty old and valuable," she reached in, pulling out the closest doll. It was a girl with curly red hair and bright brown eyes, smiling with red painted lips and wearing a cute blue dress.

It was super creepy.

Yori frowned at the doll, before she placed her flashlight down and held the toy with both hands. Moving the arms, she put on a squeaky voice.

"I'm just a super weird doll! I have no brain and couldn't even get Ken to sleep with me!" she voiced before chuckling at her own stupidity. Smirking, she placed the doll back into the box. Her eyes travelled to the next doll, a raven haired boy wearing a fine suit with bright green eyes. They almost looked real with the detail inside of them. She picked him up, and noticed he had strings attached to his arms and legs.

"A puppet?" she questioned, holding the strings. Indeed it was, as she could make the little boy walk and waltz. Dolls were one thing but puppets were a whole new level of creepiness for her, and she quickly replaced the doll back in the box.

"I swear I need to start looking for a new job," she muttered, snatching her flashlight and turning away.

She took three steps before a loud crash had her snarling and spinning around. "Alright you damn rat I'll—" Her eyes widened, and the baton and flashlight fell from her hands as all the blood left her face. "Oh my God...N-no way..." She stumbled, back, breaths coming out in short pants.

"Get away...GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screamed.

The scream echoed into the dark factory before cutting off abruptly, leaving a deathly silence behind.

The following files are records of the paranormal investigations carried out by the crew Rei-Senzai Incorporated. The events recorded in these files are all true and are in no way altered.

Investigation #2

Location: Kiku&Miku Doll Factory.

Sasori was deep in concentration as he carefully tried to slip the miniscule joint of his newest project into place. The hole was so tiny he could barely see it, but so far so good. It was the last joint needed.

He was so close.

"BANG!"

Not a sound escaped the red head, but his entire body jerked in surprise. The puppet he had been holding clattered to the floor, and the tiny joint flew from his hands, vanishing from sight. A glare befitting of the angriest Uchiha set on his face as he turned to his so called 'friend' and employer.

"Kakashi you asshole!" he hissed, baring his teeth. Kakashi only laughed, jumping into the swivel chair and spinning around once.

"But you were just so deep in concentration. I couldn't resist!"

Sasori growled and began to search for the tiny joint. He knew it had gone somewhere by the couch and so he knelt down, peering under the object in the hopes to find it. Suddenly, the door behind him opened, the wooden slab smacking against his butt harshly and making him lurch forward. His head connected with the arm of the couch and he grunted, reaching up to grip his head in pain.

"Mother..." the curse went unfinished as another voice interrupted.

"Oh! Sasori, I'm so sorry, un!"

Sasori's eyes widened briefly at the voice, and his head snapped around. He was met with the familiar face of long blond hair, steel blue eyes and a concerned smile.

"D-deidara?" he stammered, unbelieving that the blond was here. The last time he'd seen him was back in high school before his grandmother moved them away to Suna for a few years.

Deidara grinned, eyes shining happily. "It's good to see you again, un! Kakashi told me you were working for him too."

Sasori did a double take. "Too? What do you mean too?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Oh, I'm also working for him, un!" Deidara pointed to himself proudly, his grin widened.

Sasori pursed his lips, sending a dark look to the innocently whistling silver haired menace. He straightened up, coming to his full height. A violent twitch developed in his jaw when he noticed he was still at least a whole head shorter than Deidara. Deidara seemed to notice his annoyance, and quickly got back on his knees so that he was shorter.

"There, now you're taller, un!"

Sasori had never been more mortified as Kakashi howled with laughter behind him.

After a few choice curses and fine hits on Kakashi, Sasori was sitting on the couch, holding his incomplete project and staring at the small joint hole, wondering where he could find a replacement since it was obvious the original was a lost cause. Deidara was sitting on his phone, texting someone eagerly and often showing Kakashi some of the messages. Judging by their faces, he guessed it had something to do with their so called 'work' and frankly he couldn't care less.

He was obviously annoyed with the blond, which was why he had been sneaking glances at him since he arrived.

Yes, that must be it.

"Ne, Sasori. What made you join the group, un?" Deidara suddenly asked, smiling at the red head. In honesty the blond had missed him since he left in high school. He'd always considered Sasori a great friend, even if the older boy had been a bit of a jerk. Deidara had seen that Sasori was just the type to act that way towards his friends. He was glad he could spend time with him again, even if the red head was still acting like a grumpy old man.

Sasori sent him an annoyed look. "Why does it matter?"

"Because I'm curious, un! I mean, I agreed because I want to help people!" Deidara beamed and Sasori felt his stomach twist.

Indigestion was annoying.

"Well good for you," Sasori said in a mocking tone, turning his attention back to his incomplete puppet.

Deidara frowned, about to ask again but Kakashi placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to whisper into the blond's ear.

"He joined because his grandma taught him an old family technique for ghost hunting. It's almost like a clan thing for them, and he feels devotion to her wishes, so he joined. Also, I pulled a few strings and got him into a nice college to help him with his theatre love and puppet shows. So he owes me."

Deidara made an understanding hum, sending a smile to the now snarling red head.

Before anything else could be said, Deidara's cell phone rang. He snatched it up, glanced at the caller I.D and his face lit up. Opening it, he pressed it to his ear.

"Luka!" he greeted as he bounced up and out of the room. "Good to hear from you!"

Kakashi and Sasori exchanged confused looks before shrugging to themselves and continuing. The phone rang and Kakashi answered it, leaving Sasori to think again.

"Rei-Senzai Inc, how may we help you?...Oh hi Itachi, what's up?" Kakashi leant back in his seat. "Sasuke's sick? Oh that's a shame. Will he be okay?...Sure...No sure I understand. Of course. Take as long as you need. Tell Sasu-chan I said hi!" Kakashi chuckled at the sarcastic reply he got and put down.

The door opened and Deidara came back in, his face now holding a serious air. "Kakashi, we've got a new job."

Both men in the room perked up, turning to look at the blond, who moved to sit on the couch.

"Oh? What is it and who is it from?" Kakashi asked, slipping into the seat beside the blond.

Sasori remained in his seat, but his attention was reverted to the two men.

"My old friend Luka works in the police station, and there was a strange incident at the Kiku&Miku Doll factory two nights ago. A night security guard, Matsumoto Yori, was attacked and strung from the ceiling. She survived, but had to be dismissed because apparently, she was insane...un."

Kakashi raised a brow, linking his hands together. "So in other words, she saw something supernatural, and no one believes her," he stated and Deidara nodded.

"Well everyone except Luka, since he knows about it through me, un."

Sasori looked up. "He?"

Deidara looked over, nodding. "Yeah Luka's a guy. My first boyfriend, actually, but that was a long time ago, un. He's quite the good cop though, and he handles all of the strange cases that have potential supernatural cases, hence why he called me. He knows that the other cops won't listen to the victim's 'crazy talk' so they won't be able to help. But we can, un."

Sasori frowned, turning his attention back to his puppet. His hands were fiddling with the arm a bit roughly. "Well, Luka's just so awesome then isn't he?" he muttered, his tone harsh. He didn't understand why he was so angry and decided not to dwell on it, especially with Kakashi's smug face directed at him.

That couldn't be good.

Deidara blinked slowly, looking a bit confused. He jumped when Sasori cursed loudly, pulling his thumb up to suck on the digit angrily. Slowly creeping towards the fuming red head, Deidara bent down and looked at Sasori's hands as the man pulled his thumb away. A large cut, caused by a rather painful looking splinter, was oozing bright red blood down Sasori's finger.

Deidara hummed sympathetically, reaching out and grabbing the digit gently. He put it into his own mouth and sucked firmly, removing the blood before he took the thumb and wiped it gently. Looking up, he saw Sasori staring at him in pure shock, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. Deidara smiled.

"You're not usually so reckless, un. Please be careful."

With that, the blond smiled happily.

Sasori took a deep breath, his face slowly gaining colour until...

"DEIDARA!" The blond found himself getting whacked over the head repeatedly with one of the couch cushions.

Kotonaha Luka turned out to be a very slim, very short man. He was waiting outside the large doll factory, tapping his baton against his hand in a rhythm while his shaggy black hair shifted in the wind. His ears caught the sound of an engine and he turned in time to see a large white van pull up.

As the door opened, he grinned at seeing a familiar blond step out.

"Dei! Over here!" he called, and Deidara ran up to meet him.

"Luka! Hey, good to see you, un."

Luka laughed even as three other men walked up to them. "You're still saying 'un' all the time?"

Deidara pouted, opening his mouth to retort when there was an irritated cough behind them.

"Forgive me for interrupting this tea party, but we don't have all day," Sasori snapped, his arms crossed. He was staring at the policeman, almost growling when he noticed they were the same height.

Luka blinked, smiling sheepishly. "Right, sorry. Anyway, let's go in. The rest of the team has already left. I've been left as a watchmen," he began, leading them up the hill. Deidara walked ahead with him while Sasori, Kakashi and Kisame brought up the rear. The blue-loving man was carrying most of the equipment while Kakashi fiddled with a small EMF detector.

"Matsumoto-san was really distressed when we found her. She had been strung from the ceiling for hours, and the ropes had begun to cut into her. She was bleeding pretty damn badly."

"How did she claim to have gotten there?" Kakashi asked, glancing up from his device as the screen flashed on.

"That's the thing. She was in such a wreck, hardly anyone could make any sense. All we could clearly make out was 'demons' and 'monsters'. We asked who attacked, and she just started pointing at a bunch of dolls. The medics assumed she was in shock and hallucinating, but even after she was treated she insisted that it wasn't a human that attacked her, and no animal is smart enough to string someone up like that," Luka continued, pulling out a set of keys to unlock the small side door to the factory.

As the small group stepped into the factory, a rush of chilled air met them.

Sasori blanched, wrapping his arms around himself as a shudder wracked his frame. Beside him, the small device in Kakashi's hand lit up like a carnival, making a high pitched screech. Sasori shuddered even worse, eyes glued to the ground.

'This...this feeling...it's so strong...What's in this place?' he wondered.

A hand on his shoulder made him look at Kakashi, who was switching off his device.

"Kisame, we're going to need attach-cameras. Set up monitors in the van. Then you and Luka will stay outside and keep a watch form the monitors. Sasori, Deidara and I will proceed and find whatever this thing is. It's strong and it's dangerous however..." Kakashi glanced to both his friends.

Deidara only nodded resolutely and Sasori blankly stared at him, his own way of saying 'I won't back out asshole'.

Kisame nodded, pulling out the desired devices and quickly attaching them to the three staying. Once he was finished, he motioned for Luka to follow him, and the two left, heading for the van.

Kakashi turned to the other two. "We have about two hours until sunset...And we all know that spirits prefer the night. Let's try and get as much done before then as we can."

The other two nodded, and slowly they split apart to explore the factory and stop whatever was terrorising the place.

Sasori walked slowly through the aisles of doll parts, his eyes lazily tracing over the pieces of porcelain and plastic that lined the sides. He kept his ears open for any unusual sounds, and even sniffed the air frequently to check for odd odours, like sulphur or something of the like.

The sun had already begun its slow descent behind the horizon, casting long shadows through the large factory windows. Sasori was bathed in the late evening glow, his shadow stretching out before him and preceding his steps. As he reached the end of one aisle, his eyes caught sight of something on the floor.

He stepped forwards and knelt down, looking at the dark substance. Cautiously, he reached down and dipped a finger in before bringing it to his nose. Sniffing once, he raised an eyebrow before poking out his tongue for a hesitant lick.

Tasting the substance, he frowned and looked around.

"Blood mixed with grease..." he murmured, looking towards the ceiling. "I guess this is where she was strung up...the police must have taken the ropes in as evidence."

He straightened up, the sunlight streaming around him. As he reached his full height, he groaned and placed a hand to his head. In his mind, he saw flashes of memory from a time long since passed...a time he'd hoped to forget forever.

His mother and father, eyes wide and empty, hanging from the ceiling, blood dripping everywhere...even onto him.

"Fuck!" he gasped, hitting himself across the face before sucking in a breath. "Don't think about that now..." he hissed and purposefully strode forwards, trying to rid himself of images of glassy green eyes and a jacket stained with blood.

He turned a corner, seeing more doll parts and other items but nothing out of the ordinary for a doll factory. As he was passing by, he saw a box that had tipped over, spilling dolls over the floor. He could immediately tell that these dolls were precious antiques, and he quickly walked over, reaching down to start picking them up and placing them in the box. As he fixed said box, he saw the name printed across in a curly black font.

"Kobayashi Antiques?" he read aloud, his brow furrowing. "...Where have I heard that name before?"

A sudden crackling in his ear startled him out of his thought, and he heard Deidara's voice come through the small radios attached to their camera's.

"I found something odd in the sewing section, un. I'm not sure what to make of it."

"What is it?" Kakashi's voice asked.

Sasori focused on the conversation, still looking at the box before him. The light was fading fast around him as he peered into the box. He saw a pretty girl doll with curly hair and brown eyes, as well as another girl doll with red hair. In fact, there were a lot of dolls, but they were all girls. He wondered why he had expected there to be a male doll.

"Well, there's this doll on the floor, and they're wearing this really torn up dress. Also, there's a bunch of...parts scattered around it. And it looks like something's smeared over the doll's stomach, un."

The sunlight was waning rapidly as Sasori suddenly jerked back from the box, his eyes growing wide as he finally rememebered where he'd seen that name before.

"GET OUT! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE BUILDING BEFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN!" He yelled, undoubtedly scaring the shit out of his comrades but they needed to hurry. Sasori was already running away, the box of dolls having tipped over in his haste.

"What's going on Sasori?" Kakashi demanded, his breath coming in pants through the speakers. Undoubtedly he was running for the exit even as he spoke. They all knew that if someone yelled for you to get the fuck out, you got the fuck out.

"I don't know how, but this factory got a hold of a doll that was possessed by a very powerful, very vicious spirit. This thing loves stringing people up and letting them bleed out before trapping their damn souls into dolls..."

Kakashi skidded to a stop right outside the factory, having been the closest to the exit. "Sasori...you don't mean..." he asked, horrified.

Sasori nodded, still sprinting through the seemingly endless aisles. "It's the Kobayashi Carnage all over again..." he panted.

In another section, Deidara continued to run, turning through shelves and shelves seeing as he was in one of the storage areas. "W-what's the Kobayashi Carnage?" he asked breathily, still running.

Kakashi was standing outside, chest heaving. "It was a huge massacre that happened about fourteen years ago at the Kobayashi Family Doll Shop. One of the workers was into the occult, and ended up summoning the spirit of a sick and twisted serial killer who died a while back. The spirit was put into one of the families dolls, and then a few days later, most of the work-force and three of the Kobayashi family members themselves were found dead. They were strung to the ceiling by thin metal ropes, having bled to death." He slammed his head against the wall angrily. "How could I have missed the connection!" he roared, hitting his head again.

Sasori kept running, finally catching sight of the door. He heard hurried steps and turned his head to see Deidara approaching the door too. The blond saw him, nodding and the two of them began to sprint down the final aisle, side by side.

The sunlight was fading fast, shadows seeming to chase them as everything sank into darkness. The door was standing open from when Kakashi had run out and Deidara grinned as he ran.

"We're out of here, un!" he puffed, and Sasori just urged his legs to move faster.

A loud, metallic screech sounded, and Sasori's head whipped to the right in time to see something silver slicing towards him.

"GET DOWN!" he roared, knocking Deidara away towards the door and the floor.

The blond cried out as he skidded, but he turned his head in time to see Sasori literally whipped off his feet, a metal wire wrapping around his torso and yanking him back into the dark hallway and out of sight. A thin trail of red droplets followed the vanished red head's path.

Deidara's eyes widened, and he sat up. "SASORI!"

The last of the sunlight faded, and the door to the factory slammed shut of its own accord, leaving the blond man sitting in darkness, voice still echoing down the hall.

Look forward to Part 2! :D

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