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The waves crashed onto the sand. It was cold out, with snow falling down from the sky. The moonlight had a blue hue, turning everything into a blue haze. It was nice.
A certain boy was standing there, on the sand. He 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the boy from the sand.
Being from Sunagakure sucked, in his opinion. Though the village was beautiful. He liked the shinobi there, too. He just felt like he didn't belong.
Sasori reached up for his shinobi headband, and gripped it in his hand. He couldn't stop staring at it. The Suna symbol, it was all that he represented. All he could be. He felt that he was only here for showcase.
He didn't care if he was, though. At least he could make puppets. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 puppets. For his village, and that was perfect in it's own way.
So, he put his forehead protector back on his forehead, tying it tight in the back.
The only thing Sasori decided to do right now was to just.. Exist. That was easy. Really easy, actually, considering that all that was happening right now was the wind blowing snow at his face. The waves crashed onto his feet, soaking his shoes.
...
Sasori couldn't quite remember where he was right now. There was sand near him, but there was also a big lake in front of him. If he did remember correctly, though, then he was pretty sure that he was somewhere near Iwagakure. Somewhere in between Suna and Iwa. Yeah, he was sure he was.
It was rather loud there, though, as he heard explosions in the distance. How obnoxious. Couldn't people just be at piece for even a bit? He couldn't really be saying anything, though. Granny Chiyo told him that she was guessing for a war to come up sooner or later. She said that the tension between nations was kinda bad. She told him that when it does happen, he's being put on the front lines. She says that he's their ace card, but he doesn't think so. He thinks that he's just a kid. He wished that other people would think that too.
Emotions are too much for a being. Granny Chiyo also told him that emotions make one weak; it makes you too vulnerable to tricks. You could fall right into the enemy's hands. Make you die. That's why he wished to be eternal. But first, he had to completely get rid of his emotions. He was already mostly finished with that, though, so it wasn't a big deal.
But once he'd heard Lord 3rd tell him that emotion is everything. He liked the idea of that, but quickly shook it off. He'd experienced it himself, emotions make someone way too weak.
The water was starting to make his feet cold. But he could bear that. He was a shinobi.
The night got older, and as it progressed, the night also got colder. It shook Sasori to the core. It rattled his bones. It felt weirdly warm, to be honest. It was the only thing that could touch Sasori.
He wrapped his arms around himself, hugging himself.
...
He was also the only thing that could touch him.