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"Hoshi."

"Hm?" I looked over at him with curious eyes.

"Can you and I talk?" he asked."

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When we decided that the others would be too drunk to notice us, we quietly crept outside of the living room and into Sasori-san's room. The familiar scent of wood and sandpaper met my nose. The desk that was once filled with blueprints was now filled even more blueprints. Some were even on the floor due to the lack of space on the desk. However, a garbage can that I never noticed before was overfilled with rumbled up balls that had faint drawings of models, maybe of puppets?

Sasori-san walked over to the door and was satisfied when he heard the click, locking the door. He gestured me to sit down on the bed, so I did. I sat on the ledge and felt the bed slump down as my weight pushed on it. Then he grabbed a leather swivel chair and pulled it close to the bed. I cocked my head slightly, wondering what he wanted to talk about.

"Why don't you want to become immortal? By being a puppet, you've erased the human limitations, you've surpassed them. They no longer hold you back." he informed.

Of course he'd talk about this. If he's so hung up on this topic, then I guess I'll just admit everything to him.

"What's so good about being immortal? You'll live forever, sure. But if you're immortal, you'll live through time longer than anyone else. Meaning you'll live longer than most people. Meaning that they'll die. And you'll live right through that. Experiencing that disaster for all time. To feel that pain of losing a precious someone, that's one of the most painful things in the world. And to experience that through all your life? Even when you want to die, you can't do that. It's like you're trapped, in a bubble, encasing you, and strangling you forever. And you can't burst it. No matter how hard you struggle or try, it'll surround you no matter what. And you can't escape. That's a dark fate. A fate that I don't want to suffer.

"I lost my parents when I was born. They dumped me on the streets. I had to fend for myself. I didn't even know them, much less remember them. I know what you're thinking, "Why miss something that wasn't even there in the first place?". No matter if they were there or not, it still hurts no matter what. To never be held, to never be loved, to never be cherished. To never be anyone's special someone. I've already lost my family, I had no friends, and the emptiness was Hell itself. I don't even want to begin to imagine what that pain is like if I had them in the first place. To severe a bond (1), that's probably more painful than never creating a bond. But no matter what, they still hurt. They still gnaw at your heart. Tugging your strings. Like a puppet. It controls you like a puppet master. Controlling your thoughts and actions. Always leaving you in the dark. Always replaying itself in your mind so it can haunt you forever. Leaving you until you have nothing else to think about but that, and that only. So you could live a life of despair.

"And besides, being a human puppet? It feels like you're all alone, another one of the most painful things in this cursed world. You're neither a human, yet you're not a puppet either. Which are you? Just a mix, just something that's a freak of nature. You belong in neither, yet you're part of both. Neither will accept you, for you're the other in their eyes. Maybe that's why I don't want to be a human puppet. Or a puppet at all. A puppet is something someone else controls. You have no say in what the controller of your strings say or do. And you can be easily tossed aside. Maybe that's why I don't want to remain a human puppet for the rest of my life; to be immortal is a curse. I don't care what other people want or say. It's a damn curse."

He averted his eyes to the floor, "I...I wanted to say...I'm s-...s-...so-..." he muttered.

If this wasn't so sincere, I would've laughed my head off. Poor guy, probably doesn't know how to apoligize. Probably never did in his life time. He was having a pretty hard time enunciating it. Hey, I could've stopped him, knowing full well what he wanted to say; but I wanted to hear it from his own lips.

"Sor-...sorry..." he sighed, finally able to say the dreaded word.

A giggle escaped my throat. Wait? Giggle? Since when the fuck did I giggle? Oh Kami-sama, what was this guy doing to me? He seemed to give me a mini-glare, disapproval crystal clear that I had giggled at his attempt for an apology. This only made me giggle yet again. His mini-glare would've been affective on anyone else, but who could fear that joy sparkling in his eyes? Even though he was disappointed at my reaction, his eyes said otherwise.

"Okay okay, I accept your apology." I smiled.

"Really?" he raised at eyebrow.

Since he didn't believe me, I seized the opportunity to ask him, "On one condition."

The eyebrow raised higher, "And that is...?"

"Tell me why you were so vehement about the subject." I knew that this was a touchy subject, but my curiosity got the better of me.

He sighed, then rubbed his temples. Puppets had headaches? When he looked up, his eyes changed. They were back to their usual cold, hard stare. I sunk back into the bed. His gaze fixed onto my slightly affright ones.

"Do you really want to know?", his voice lowered.

I was about to shake my head, but then nodded slowly, slightly afraid of what his answer was gonna be.

Another sigh, "Fine. My...parents...were killed, when I was five. I was lonely, I had no friends. Often I only had my Grandma Chiyo to keep me company. After awhile, she noticed how lonely I was so she decided to teach me the art of puppetry. For a while I was entertained," Sasori smiled slightly, "but only for a little while. When she taught me, I soon began to create my own puppets. In fact, the first puppets I made were...of my parents...I thought that if I did, it'd be like they're here. Like they never left. And I would finally be able to be with them once again. To feel their touch, to be loved by them, to feel their strong arms wrap around me in a hug. To embrace me. Sadly I was mistaken. After all, they were only puppets. Cheap copies. When I accidentally let go of the chakra strings, they fell. Like the real ones, they fell to their doom. I quickly lost interest in those puppets after that. If they can't obey me and do what I want them to do, what's the use?"

A wash of pity drowned me. So Sasori-san had lost his parents. Just like me. And for him to create puppets in hopes of them being just like his real parents so he won't be lonely anymore? A mere child of five too. How I wished I could've been there for him. Maybe then, he wouldn't have turned out to be so stoic, so unfeeling, so...pained, hiding his feelings in that hard, dead puppet body of his.

Sasori-san's eyes widened for a second. When I looked up to see why, I didn't realize it but somehow, I had wrapped my arms around his neck, my wooden body pressing against his. And my head had looked up from its spot in his chest.

I blushed beet red, "G-gomennasai (2) Sasori-san!", loosening my grip around his neck.

"N-no..." he said.

Confused, I was about to ask him what he meant, until he startled me by placing his hands on my arm, firmly keeping them in their spot. I looked up at him, his eyes were shadowed, but somehow, he still managed to look peaceful. I eased into the position, placing my head on his chest.

(1) -Okay that sounded A LOT like Sasuke's speech to Naruto. Didn't realize that until I wrote it. Well, you can use that speech to give a more in depth feeling to what Hoshi's saying. I would've but I think I'd reach to over 6K words for the chapter.

(2) - Sorry means "Gomennasai" in Japanese.

Finally done with that. I have to admit, I'm better at writing angst stories than romance or anything else actually. Well, that's what I think. Oh yeah! I'd like to thank Sunny-Bunny-Rose and XxSwallowxX for favorating this story! Thanks guys for reading and keeping up with this. It really means a lot.