Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto just the story idea and a few plot bunnies I may or may not keep as pets.
A/N: Sorry updated in a while but you guys don't seem to like this story much anyway.
Once they had hung the mirror in the hall they stood back to admire the antique.
"I'm going to go get dinner ready Sasori," Chiyo said as she walked away leaving Sasori to stand in the hall alone.
Sasori continued to stare at the interesting new object and again began to wonder what his parents were doing.
"Sasori," a voice whispered out to him.
He looked up and saw his own reflection staring at him with a small smile.
"I can tell you anything you want to know," the reflection went on to say.
Sasori brightened up and asked, "Really?"
The reflection giggled and nodded.
"What happened to my parents then?" Sasori asked with innocent hope glittering in his eyes.
"They died," the mirror responded in the same way as before.
The hope in his eye fell to the floor and shattered as he wished the mirror would at the moment.
"No! That's impossible, grandmother told me they went on another mission!" he yelled at the mirror.
His reflection looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, "That isn't a question."
"Why would she lie to me?" Sasori asked desperately.
He almost started sobbing but refused to do any more than let a few tears fall from his eyes.
"She didn't want you to be sad or hurt," the mirror creature replied.
Sasori looked at the mirror to ask one more question, "How can I bring them back to life?"
He wiped the tears from his face and stared at the mirror almost threateningly.
"You can't."
"Why not?" Sasori asked with tears welding in his eyes.
"It is simply not possible for you to bring them back," The mirror replied still with a pleasant smile.
"There isn't anyway for me to see them again?" He begged.
The mirror looked thoughtfully for a moment once again before responding, "You can."
"How? I'll do anything!" Sasori pleaded.
"You can make puppets of them," the mirror told him.
Sasori's face brightened with hope very slightly and he thanked the mirror.
"Sasori, dinners ready!" Chiyo yelled from downstairs.
The mirror watched peacefully as he ran down the stairs with a little more hope but a little less childlike innocence.
After only days of having the mirror to answer all of his questions Sasori found that he was becoming a better puppeteer by far.
"Sasori your doing a great job with your newest puppets," Chiyo praised.
His face brightened when his grandmother took notice to his work. Sasori cherished his time with his grandmother even more than he once did ever since he learned the fate of his parents.
She walked away and continued working on her own project and Sasori did the same. After hours though Chiyo had left while Sasori continued work on his puppets. When he finally saw that he was done he stepped back to admire his work. Sasori mentally decided that he would have to thank the mirror later.
Of course, that could wait. He wanted to use his puppets for the first time before he did anything else. He wanted them to hold him again.
"This," he thought, "is truly what life is meant too be, eternal."
He smiled at bit more and continued to think, "Its almost an art."
As soon as he lost concentration they fell to the floor.
"Almost, but not yet."
"Finished!" Sasori declared to himself as he finished repairing the puppets.
The thought of how the puppets made his small victory bitter.
A short time later Sasori went to visit the mirror again.
"Could humans be made into puppets?" Sasori asked the mirror.
"Yes, but it is difficult and takes alot of skill," the mirror replied.
"I'll make it eternal, an art," Sasori told the mirror.
The mirror just smiled brightly, happy to help.
A/N: listening to the song Faron Woods, a Zelda soundtrack, while reading this is perfect.