Disclaimer: As usual, nothing is owned by me.
A/N: Here's the end for everyone, sorry for the wait.
The day had finally come. Somehow Sasori knew that even he would die, although he didn't realize it until halfway through what seemed like a routine fight.
The young girl with pink hair had been a slight interest to him throughout the battle. At one point he even considered making her like himself; a living puppet. The only thing that stoped him was his grandmother. Every move and every technique that he used reminded him of when she taught it to him or helped him perfect them.
This was the first time in a long time that he didn't think about the mirror. He didn't need it or its advice. He did want one thing though. He wanted to feel again.
Chiyo didn't know it but Sasori was going to let her kill him. He saw the realization in her eyes at the end.
"What could giving them information on an enemy hurt?" he thought to himself before doing so.
The hope in the girls eyes reminded him of what he wished he could go back to.
Sasori couldn't talk anymore but as he felt the poison in his heart circulating he felt something else as well. He felt the affection that remained long buried resurface.
After he fell to the ground while lying in the dirt seconds from death he smiled.