A/N: I've past the shitty beginning, now here it starts to get really good. I've already got the next three chapters written, so I can update with them anytime soon. Please leave a review below if you want, I'd really appreciate it. Anyways, enjoy Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

The boys had gone out to eat at Dango Palace™ across the street and came back to their hotel room, and were now deciding how to spend their evening.

"C'mon, Sasori, we have got to go to the hot springs! I've heard that it's the best spring in the whole region."

"Oh, I shouldn't. The water from the springs gets all clogged in my body after, remember, I'm a puppet?" said Sasori.

"Oh. Sorry, I had forgotten."

"You can go down there by yourself if you want. I'll just hang out in the room alone for the time being?" Sasori said.

"Oh, well, I'd rather just hang with you than by myself." said Kakuzu.

"Oh really? Hmmm, I guess he's come to like me."

Sasori thought to himself.

"Ok, well sorry about that. How about we do that on the way back?" asked Sasori.

"Are you sure? Won't it be uncomfortable?" asked Kakuzu.

"It's fine. How about we go down to the breakfast room and hang out by the fireplace tonight though?" asked Sasori.

"Yeah. That'll be good." said Kakuzu. He walked over to his bed, the one on the left of Sasori's, took off his Akatsuki cloak, folded it, and set it on the bed. Sasori did the same, and followed Kakuzu downstairs.

Sasori felt extremely insecure without his cloak. He knew it was only a small little thing he shouldn't sweat over, but still. He had only stopped using Hiruku right after the fight, which was only about a month ago, and was hardly used to being seen with his real face. Taking off the Akatsuki cloak was pushing it even further for Sasori. But Sasori just didn't want to seem weak in front of Kakuzu, so he had to do it. Come to think of it, Kakuzu never takes off his cloak either, except, of course, when he's in a fight.

Could that mean he's comfortable enough around me to take it off? Nah, he probably just wants to relax for a while. After all, we are in a fancy hotel. But still, I don't know anyone except Deidara who takes off his cloak to relax. Oh, chill out, Sasori, you're overanalyzing it.

The boys passed Naomi on their way.

"Hello, guys. Are you guys going to the hot springs? Or the pool?" she questioned.

"Actually, we're going to the fireplace in the breakfast room." answered Sasori.

"Oh, would you guys like anything to eat or drink?" she asked.

"No thanks, we just ate." said Kakuzu.

"Actually," interjected Sasori. "I'd like some hot chocolate, if that's alright. Kakuzu, you should have some too. It's very good."

"Alright." Kakuzu nodded.

"Okay. I'll bring it in a few minutes." said Naomi.

They walked into the breakfast room, and Kakuzu went over to the fireplace and got the fire going. They sat in armchairs across from each other.

"So Kakuzu, I wanna hear your life story." stated Sasori.

"Really? It'll be quite long." Kakuzu replied.

"Yeah. I mean, I don't have anything better to do." said Sasori.

"Alright. Why not?" Kakuzu sighed.

"It all started when I went sent by my village, Takigakure, to assassinate the first Hokage, Hashirama Senju. It was probably the most intense fight of my life. We fought hard for hours, and we were both exhausted. I realized that I wouldn't be able to beat him, so I decided to escape, and consequently fail my mission."

"How old were you when you got sent on that mission?" interrupted Sasori.

"I was in my twenties." replied Kakuzu.

"And how old are you now?"

Kakuzu let out a sigh. "88."

"Really?" You don't look 88." said Sasori.

"The hearts I've stolen have kept my youthful appearance. I can live as long as possible as long as I have enough hearts."

"So you're immortal?" questioned Sasori.

"No. Nobody is truly immortal."

"I see." replied Sasori.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I brought your hot chocolate." said Naomi, bringing them their hot chocolate".

"Thank you." Sasori said to her. He turned back to Kakuzu. "Well, continue."

Kakuzu nodded. "Well, when I came back from the village, I was treated with hostility. The villagers were pissed at me for failing to kill him. And all the other shinobi were pissed at me because I didn't do the honorable thing and die fighting and instead picked the selfish choice and ran away to save my skin. I was imprisoned with harsh punishments. But they don't get it: I wasted my life fighting for that village! I put my life on the line, and this is how I get treated for that? Hell no, I wasn't gonna stand for that. So in the middle of the night I escaped imprisonment, and killed all the elders and stole their hearts. I also robbed the shops, and burned down parts of the village. I also left with the knowledge of my village's most prized techniques."

"Holy shit Kakuzu…I never imagined that." said Sasori.

"Yeah…anyways, I was about 25 then, a rogue ninja, and I busied myself with collecting bounties for money. Around then I became obsessed with money. I guess it was because since I had no one around, money was the only thing important I had left. Lived my life collecting bounties. About sixty years later I was recruited by the Akatsuki. I was fighting an opponent, with a large bounty on him, of course, and after the fight I saw this green-cactus man. Later on I would find out his name was Zetsu. He said he had watched my fight and liked what he saw. He said that he worked for this new organization, and they were looking for people like me. He brought me back to Pain and Konan, and I decided to join.

I've had about six partners, but I've killed them all. They were all worthless trash anyways. And then you, Orochimaru, Itachi, Kisame, and Deidara have all joined. And here I am now."

"Wow. Your story is a lot more interesting than mine." Sasori took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"If it's alright with you then I'd like to hear your story." said Kakuzu.

Sasori smiled. "Tomorrow, ok? When we stay in the next hotel."

"Alrighty." said Kakuzu.

The two talked on and on for a few hours, about Akatsuki, Orochimaru, Konoha, the Jinchuriki, but also about simpler things, like about their hobbies, obsessions, dislikes, pretty much anything. A few hours later they went back to their rooms and went to bed.

For the hundredth time since Sasori joined the Akatsuki, he went to be with an aching in his heart for Kakuzu. A flame, a candle, a fire in his heart that burned day and night. And each day, the fire got a bit bigger until one day it would unleash and Sasori wouldn't be able to contain it.

A/N Lmao the ending of this chapter is so cheesy. Oh well. And I'd like to say that I'm sorry there isn't any romance in the first 5 chapters, I like to build a relationship between them slowly, but I promise that after chapter 6 the romance (and sexy times) will pick up. Thanks for reading, if you could leave a review or favorite this that would be so cool. :)