Chapter 2 of the Red Sand series! I don't know where this story's going. LOL It was never meant to be a story, but I feel like it would be nice to have a continuation!

I'll be updating with a smut one soon ;) Because I'm a pervert like that *insert evil and maniacal laugh* I've gotten really bad with my writing now, since it's been a while. Last time I wrote passionately was around a year or two years ago.

Hmm, and maybe a new short story with other characters? I like Shikamaru and Ino. Or a crack ship of Sasuke and Hinata. Ahh, it's been a while. I wonder if the Sasuhina fandom has grown. When I was still a fan, the fandom wasn't that big. Maybe those two.

OH AND BTW for the people who actually read this bold part: I made Sasori human. It seems more realistic to me if he was human. And the vampire reference is NOT from Twilight (I've received many comments about Twilight references before and NO)

She had seen them before, criminals of all sorts, traitors, murderers, scientists who cruelly experiment on young children.,Temari's first time meeting Master Sasori gave her chills that made her a nervous wreck around was her first time actually meeting Master Sasori, let alone see him in person. She heard the stories and the rumours, told from her father, and her elders, but never has she even seen him. She grew weak from his sight already.

(Flashback)

"His name is Sasori of the Red Sand," Temari's eyes blinked in wonder, her finger lightly tapping on the picture she held. Her father looked out from his window, gazing at dark sky as sand ninjas paroled the balconies of buildings. She was only a little girl, no older than 10 years of age, and her curiosity for the world only grew. She walked towards her father, her small hands tugging on his robe as his stern face turned to face her. She held up her arms, beckoning him to carry her. They watched the full moon in silence, the moon emitting light for soldiers.

"He was a ninja with so much potential, that natural talent he held and the intelligence he was blessed with, he could have done so much for this village. Maybe he wasn't happy with his life here, and found another path to walk. I regret so many things in life, but, my failure as his guardian is something I can never forget. I always felt it was my fault for his defection, my fault, for his loneliness, and my fault, for all the pain and sorrow." She held her handkerchief close to her, ready to wipe her eyes from the landslide of tears that are about to fall. Temari patted her back gently, and gave the photo of the young ninja to her. "You should keep this, Lady Chiyo," she smiled at her apologetically, her brows furrowing as she closed the elder's hand to keep the photo. She was a ninja already, at 13, and in a few years, she'd be taking her Chuunin exams. Maybe, after the exams, she could finally have the chance to search for him and find him. Her reasons? She didn't know herself, but the intriguing story of his life beckoned her to learn more about him. She wasn't satisfied with the stories; she wanted to hear from him.

She stared at the huge building in front of her, her mouth gaped open as she realized it still looked clean and occupied. She expected a tarnished and dirty house, inhabited by a few mice here, and some insects that chewed up walls and furniture. But outside, it smelled like a newly made mansion, accompanied by fresh cute grass and bright walkway lights. She gulped, and extended her arm to touch the entrance door lightly, her hand swiping down the long main entrance door, the knob still polished.

"Temari" she spun around quickly, recognizing the husky voice that was her youngest brother, Gaara. She gave him a small smile, and ran back, her head turning only once to the supposedly abandoned home that once belonged to Suna's greatest puppet master.

(End)

She gulped when she saw his face, distinguishing his noticeable double lids from the photos of his younger days. His smile, she had to admit, was handsome. His porcelain skin made her believe he wasn't human, vampire-like actually, that completely contrasted his fiery red hair. Through the years of her interest in him, at the age of 17, she was utterly frightened. After all this time of piecing a puzzle of his life story, here she was now, refusing to even glance at him. The reason was simple though, she was merely intimidated. After all, even the most arrogant and vain person would cower at his feet. This was Master Sasori, one of the only people in the entire Sand nation worthy enough to proudly own the title of the country's greatest puppet master, if not, ninja. You'd be a fool to look at him straight in the eyes, because to him, you're less than the sand beneath his feet.

She remembers his baby photos from Chiyo, the one his grandmother kept, of him as a baby, prior to his parents' departure to fight in the war. It made her wonder if he ever thought about his parents. He smiled at the sight of Kankuro's bite marks. Sasori looked like his mother.