Things might/will be short, so don't get butthurt. I'm busy.

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Riomi-senpai, to my first reviewer in the past few hours that I published this, have you ever considered the word: "nobody/nothing?

Thanks for reviewing though, :P

-A/N

Chapter Three:

Both boys were were flushed red and had quick heart beats. Both boys gazed into each others eyes fiercely. Trickles of sweat ran down Kiyoshi's forehead, and he motioned his head, urging his enemy to submerge into loss.

Finally, Sasori let go of his breath he was holding. "Fine you win," he scowled at his triumphant little brother. "Yes! I finally won!" Kiyoshi yelled, citizens looked at him weirdly.

Currently, both boys were out in a local shop to fill their empty bellies. The first thing they thought of was Dango, when they entered the shop. Dango was rarely sold in Suna, so they both took the chance to eat it whenever it was sold. But... when they food came, they didn't necessarily share it.

"Oops. I didn't bring my cash with me," Kiyoshi slyly looked at his older brother and urged him to buy the dango. Sasori grew a tick mark, twitiching every few seconds. Kiyoshi knew how to get on his brother's nerves, and money was one of his problems. Sasori hated to waste his money on anything.

How about taking all of the Dango for myself, Sasori mischievously thought. "Fine," Sasori easily let out. Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow, he had never expected this type of answer. "Okay..."

Sasori went up to the register and ordered three plates of Dango, and handed his money. His younger brother seated himself in a booth, observing his brother's moves for any mischief.

The older brother walked back to his brother with three plates of Dango, "Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?" Kiyoshi questioned his brother with doubting eyes.

"Staring Contest."

"For what?"

"All of the dango."

Kiyoshi knew it, his brother was up to something. "You little," he scowled. Sasori smirked, "contest starts in.."

1,"

Kiyoshi blinked his eyes five times.

"2,"

Sasori closed his eyes.

"3."

Both boys snapped their eyes opened and stared at each other's eyes with fury.

"I get all the dango!" Kiyoshi cheered, Sasori sulked in his seat. His younger brother stared at his brother's sulking form and pushed a plate to him, "you payes," he stubbornly said to him.

Sasori grinned and ruffled Kiyoshi's hair, "hey! It takes a long time to comb this beautiful hair!" His older brother rolled his eyes, "sure. Like you even care about your own look. You look like a piece of crap right now."

His younger brother shrugged, "true." And with that said, both brother's began to eat.

The two red heads entered their rackety-but very stable- home with laziness. Kiyoshi quickly dropped when they had first stepped into the house, and crawled to their room-looking like a worm.

Sasori was a normal person, so he walked to his room-but not before locking the front door. Like they had both done this routine over and over again, they had got in bed in sync and yelled a "good night!" before sleeping. Life truly was peaceful.

While sleeping, Sasori had a dream. This was confusing because he hadn't had a dream for years now, but accepted the dream with doubt. Like his mother always said, "dreams pave their way into the future."

Sasori looked at the screen with indifference, flashes of images stained the screen. Some were of Sasori and Kiyoshi messing around, his family, and his grandmother Chiyo. It was reflecting his past, he had observed.

The images were changing. Kiyoshi crying. Puppets of his parents. Chiyo's stonecold gaze. A crossed out Suna headband. Red clouds. A puppet of himself, dead.

Sasori clutched his head, the images swirling in his head-hurting him. Blasting him with powerful emotions he couldn't express. "Stop!" He screamed. He bawled his eyes out, "make it stop!" He cursed whoever did this to him.

"STOP!" He woke up to the face of his tired, but worried, little brother. "Nii-san.." He mumbled, laying Sasori back down onto his bed. Sasori's crazed eyes calmed down into his regular narrowed eyes.

Kiyoshi said nothing, but slipped into his brother's bed, and held onto his brother. Sasori fell into the embrace of the little red head and fell into a deep slumber.

A loud knock was heard from the door of the two brother's house. Sasori woke up to that noise and saw his little brother by his side. He checked the time from the front bangs of his blazing red hair. "10:00 am... he skipped school, again," he mumbled.

He got up from his bed, carefully putting a blanket on his brother's sleeping form. He checked his pajamas to see if he was presentable. All good, he thought. With slow steps, he opened the door.

A suna ninja looked at him with pity, "Kazekage-sama called for you." His voice was firm, but he avoided Sasori's eyes. The red head nodded his head, "I'll be there right away.

It was short, oops. :#