Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhoods ❯ Childhood of Sasori ( Chapter 4 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhood of Sasori


Thanks:
To my wonderful beta-er, Nika.

Disclaimer:
I don’t own naruto, nor Rozen Maiden. All credit go to Kishimoto and Peach Pit.


Back when Sasori was four years old, his parents could only talk about how perfect he was. Everywhere he went, everything he did, it was all perfect.

A few years later, Sasori found out he wasn’t.

Sasori might have been stunningly beautiful, with his soft and unruly red haid, his deep sea coloured eyes and his velvet and flawless skin.

Sasori might have been incredibly intelligent, with his straight A’s for each and every test he took, with his promotion to chuunin on his 7th and jounin on his 8th and with his flawless reputation of being a second Einstein.

Sasori might have been an idol, with all the younger kids who looked up to him when he made yet another battle puppet, with his school peers who all wanted to be his best friend, and with flocks of girls and boys sending him gazillions of love letters every week.

Sasori might have been a true example for everyone, with his calm voice, his awesome family and his awesome style of clothing.

But by all means, Sasori wasn’t perfect.

Sasori knew he was extraordinarily beautiful, but he also knew he could be so much more.

He wanted to be really beautiful.

He wanted to be a perfect beauty.

He wanted to be Alice.


One year later Sasori succesfully transformed himself into a puppet. A living doll. He made sure he kept his own heart: not only for chakra control, but also because he needed his very own Rosa Mystica.

If anyone would ever take his Rosa Mystica, he would truly turn into a regular doll.

It was a cruel fate, but Sasori was willing to face it, in order to have the access to become Alice.

He then joined Akatsuki, and got himself a cool ring: he was sure it was only fate that brought him that ring: his very own Akatsuki ring held the power for his chakra! It was the Ring that every Rozen Maiden had, and he, the 8th one, now had a ring as well.

And only because Sasori didn’t dare to trust the ring to someone else as a medium, he simply wore it himself. He had enough chakra; he didn’t need someone else!

After he joined Akatsuki, he searched for Jinchiruki and other Rozen Maiden for more than 10 years. He found neither.


Then his Rosa Mystica was brutally ripped apart and Sasori turned into a doll.

He could never call himself perfect, or Alice.

But secretly, he did think he was pretty cool in the end.