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The grains of sand flew into the boy's face, blinding him momentarily. He walked on, hidden beneath a white cloak. Something stirred. He stopped and looked around. Just sand and sun. And crying. That of a child. It was silenced. He walked towards the place where the sound came from, slowly drawing out his hands. A puppet fell onto the men behind a dune, tearing them to shreds. The blood soaked into the yellow sand. And a baby. A frail, helpless baby lying on the sand. It couldn't be helped. The boy picked it up and tucked it in between the folds of his cloak. Emotion. Such a strange thing.



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Sasori woke up. He despised that dream. It reminded him of how weak he once was. Strange sounds were coming from the other room. He opened the door a crack. Deidara was turning violently in his sleep, begging to something unknown. Sasori walked up to him. The boy was having a nightmare. It seemed that by removing his physical pain, he had fully unleashed the mental. He gently put a cold hand on Deidara's cheek. His eyes shot open when he did so.

"You were having a nightmare"

Deidara stayed lying down, trembling, staring into space.

"Don't hurt me" he pleaded in a terrified voice, "please."

Sasori looked into his eyes, seeing himself reflected in them. Something clutched at his throat. The kid was still in his nightmare, just with his eyes open. he wanted to wake him up, tell him that it was really a nightmare. But emotion weakened people. He walked back into his room, shutting the door firmly, so as to not hear Deidara's renewed cries of terror.