Sasori was exploring, he wasn't supposed to be but he was curious as all seven year olds were. He was impatient and jittery although this yard looked just like all the previous ones except there was no fence. He wondered why that was but it definitely gave him more room. He didn't like to be caged in, that was so boring. He was supposed to stay where his mother could watch him, but she never did.

She was too busy fighting with his daddy. He hated it, his mom believed killing innocent children was so wrong and he fought and said it was the only way to save their way of life, the way they'd fought so hard to protect. Sasori had seen him hit her and he was so afraid he couldn't move. He knew she was leaving him soon, she told him they'd go and live with her mother in somewhere called neutral country.

However when the beating continued Sasori had gone outside and bolted, no restrictions and nothing but his impatient feet pounding against the grass and dirt.

That's when he found it, a new fence.

However this fence wasn't built to keep him out. It was pure fascination that drew him to this fence and he pressed his face to the fence staring at the people inside. They were all thin and working, although Sasori thought they were playing some grownup game not meant for kids. He couldn't see any young children anywhere and he pouted, there was going to be nobody to play with and it would get so boring here. German children weren't fun to play with, they were just annoying and always bugged him.

Then he noticed a hole, a tiny hole that went under the fence. He contemplated going under it just to see what the camp was like.

He heard a slight rustle and immediately spun around. He wasn't supposed to be here he knew that, he was supposed to be home.

What if it was one of the mean people who yelled a lot!

They always laughed at him and once they'd hit Sasori on the shoulder with the butt of their gun. It'd hurt so bad that he'd run home crying which he never did, he was a strong kid. However the purple bruise that showed had pissed off his mother and his drunk father couldn't do anything about it.

The bush rustled again and Sasori decided to investigate. He took gentle steps forward and finally tackled the bush. There was a flurry of arms and legs and Sasori found himself pinning someone. He had long hair that looked dark brown, at the time he didn't know that it was because of all the dirt in his hair. His eyes were bright blue however they were glazed at the moment. Dried blood covered the person and huge coughs racked their body every few minutes. Sasori frowned and then realized the boy was smaller than he was.

He then noticed what the boy was wearing.

He was wearing the pajamas!

Immediately Sasori was jealous as he glared at the boy, however even pinned the boy didn't seem to notice him and the glazed eyes closed. Sasori poked him only to have the boy not move.

"Hello?" Sasori asked as he got off the boy. The boy merely shuddered and then opened his eyes once more.

"Hello." The boy's voice was harsh and ragged and he began coughing once more. "Don't hurt me un, please."

"I won't." said Sasori confused, was the blonde afraid because he'd tackled him. "Sorry if I scared you."

The blonde coughed hard again and Sasori frowned.

"Are you sick?"

The blonde shook his head no. "I'm not sick." A loud sniffle betrayed him. "I'm not un, if I'm sick they'll send me to the showers!" His voice raised, cracked, and then he began coughing again.

"Why are you afraid? A shower could help." He loved taking nice hot baths with plenty of bubbles when he was under the weather.

"People go in and they don't come out." Coughs began again and Sasori walked forward and helped the boy to his feet.

"What are you doing un?"

"I'll take you back to camp."

"No un don't take me back!" The blonde begged, and Sasori wondered why he was so afraid, was his camp that bad?

"Then you should come to my house, you shouldn't be walking around with that cough." His voice was matter of fact and the blonde merely coughed in response. "Come on."

The blonde tried to stand on shaky feet and follow Sasori. Sasori at first helped, then got annoyed with the blonde for how long it took him to recover after each fall.

"You're slow." Sasori complained and the blonde looked up with wide eyes.

"I'll be faster un." And he jumped up only to nearly fall over again.

They continued with Sasori contemplating to leave the boy there. Soon he was in range of the house and he could see it. His mother was outside looking for him nervously. At that second the blonde collapsed.

"Hey." Sasori whispered giving the boy a shove. "We're here." The blonde didn't move and Sasori grew afraid. "Mom!" He screamed and the woman jumped before locating her son.

She ran over and immediately scooped up Sasori holding him close.

"Oh my little baby you can't do that!" she scolded looking at him. "Are you hurt?"

"No, but he is." Then his mother noticed the younger whose eyes were open and he was trying to stand up. "He got out of that camp where people wear pajamas all day." Sasori explained and Sasori's mother put him down.

Her arms went to the blonde and at first he shied away from her touch only to accept it once Sasori told him it was ok. Gently Sasori's mom picked him up only to have the boy shiver with distrust and a cough racked his injured body.

"It's ok I won't hurt you." She soothed and the blonde looked at her.

"Yeah she's nice!" said Sasori with a smile.

"Come on we'll take you inside." She cooed gently as the blonde's eyes drooped. He let out a yawn. "Yeah that's ok, you can take a nap." His mom soothed and the blonde turned to watch Sasori trotting behind them.

He began to doze on the woman's shoulder, wondering when that last time his mother had done this with him.

And more importantly if he'd ever see his own mother again.

Sorry if Sasori's a bit OOC for this chapter and the next few to follow. Remember he's only seven in this chapter, he needs to be a bit childish.