Chapter One
As White as Blood
Allow me to introduce myself before our time commences. My name is Sasori of the Red Sand, born in the village of Sunagakure, a mass-murderer by the age of…I was a member of an 'evil' organisation known simply as the Akatsuki, originally joining at the ripe old age of sixteen years, although unofficial until I was twenty. I was a member in this criminal group until I died for the second time - yes, second - at the age of thirty-five. Perhaps I was even still considered a member of the Akatsuki when I perished for a third and final time…An ex-member, perhaps.
I digress. I will not keep this exposition lengthy, dear listener, for I dare to test your attention span. This is a long story and I will attempt to keep it as short as humanely and as humbly possible. If I have lost you already, here is my simple summary: I was a monster. An inhuman beast considered 'bad' by idiots and protagonists alike.
For those who wish to continue, I will simply state what exposition needs to be stated. My story began the way most lives generally begin. My parents met at fifteen, were married at nineteen, and had a beautiful baby boy this selfsame year. Yes, a beautiful baby boy that cried when it was born, no different from any other newborn that day. This little creature was I, Sasori Yoshiko. My parents were not my only relatives for I also had my Granny Chiyo and my granduncle Ebizo. They looked after me a lot for my parents were Shinobi, ninjas trained in the deadly arts from a young age that were often away. They were rarely home, but I never doubted their love.
All in all, life was dull and ordinary for those first five years. However, everything changed in that year I turned five and that is where this journey shall commence. In my many short years of life, I earned myself many dear friends and dear enemies. Some were too loyal for their own good, some insane and sadistic. Most were just plain stupid.
Enough exposition; let us commence. You will now experience first-hand the trials and tribulations - the metamorphosis - that changed the poor Sasori Yoshiko into the grand Sasori of the Red Sand. You will see the many I wronged and the few wrongs that I righted.
The curtains are raising and the audience is untempered. Let us start at the beginning, before my soul was as white as blood.
Maru boldly moved his hand forward again, as if to touch the man's handsome face, but he was stopped when a sudden strong hand gripped him by the wrist. A pained groan greeted them as the man began to move, and Rann finally opened his right eye. His left remained shut as he slowly sat up, and Maru was unable to retreat to safety, for the dangerous man still held his wrist.
With his free hand, the man rubbed his forehead, as if he were trying to numb the ache he must have felt. His fingers ran through shaggy, brown hair that reached just below his ears. His fringe was strangely overgrown over the left side of his face, and it was obvious that he only shortened the fringe above his right eye. The stranger paused for a moment and looked to them blankly with his single, open eye. "Where is my eyepatch?"
"Right here!" The blonde was clearly nervous, even though he attempted to hide his anxiety behind a smile. He was holding the black material to the man with his free hand, waiting for him to take it and release him. "It is nice to meet you. My name is Maru, and before you ask I am totally, one hundred percent single!"
The guard looked at Maru blankly, taking his eye patch from him before turning his attention towards the girl. "Are you okay, ma'am?"
She blinked in surprise at the question, and quickly nodded her head. "Yeah, just a little bruised and shaken, but nothing I can't handle. How are you feeling? I hit your head pretty hard…"
"I was the one at fault, my lady. I apologize for my own actions. I fear I was not in the right mind at the time." Rann looked to the hand that still stubbornly held onto Maru's wrist, and it was as if he had only realised he was holding onto him at that moment. He let go indifferently and pulled the black material back over the left side of his face once again.
As soon as he was free, Maru had scrambled backwards, as quick as a rabbit trying to put some distance between itself and its predator. The boy paused, still staring at the stranger with both caution and uncertainty. Even so, it did not take him long to finally speak. "This girl here is called Raly, and I will be the first to thank you for saving her." He grinned at the guard from a safe distance of two metres. Maru was rubbing his freed wrist anxiously, but his smile was that same flirtatious smile that made Caralyn question her guide's intentions. "In appreciation, I should really take you out to dinner sometime."
Caralyn grabbed Maru by the arm, her expression absurd and her voice a whisper. "I thought we agreed that you wouldn't flirt with strange men you just met anymore…"
Maru shrugged and laughed nervously, "I only agreed that I wouldn't flirt with princes! Does this guy look like a prince to you? Cut me some slack, Raly! I haven't seen someone as handsome as him in an eon!"
"But he tried to kill you!"
"You're still young, so I will put it into words you will be able to understand." He paused, and so did the world, all anticipating his sacred words. "…He. Is. Handsome." Caralyn slapped her own forehead, once again questioning the wisdom of her 'knowledgeable' guide.