Author's Note: OKAY, OKAY. I said I'd write some vocaloid oneshots, and I just wrote on HUGE DeiSaku. But this idea just popped into my head and, well... I had to get it down on paper.

I feel like I wanna continue this, so if I get... hrm... three reviews from different people, I'll continue. Tell me if you like it! Thank youz, and enjoy!

Deesclaimer: NARUTO EEZ NOT MINE.

Chapter One

The first thing that he saw... was a frog.

It was quite a simple green frog, actually, just sitting on his face croaking merrily. Just a frog.

Wait. he thought

He sat up suddenly, scaring the frog, who slid onto his chest. He brushed it off, and it hopped onto his pants before diving into the shallow pool of rainwater at his feet and darting away.

Sasori felt horrible, putting it mildly. His entire body ached, and he grimaced as he sat up.

He felt the humidity in the air and looked up at the sky. It was filled with boiling gray clouds that drifted across the sky like mountains.

A storm was coming.

Sasori observed his surroundings. It looked like an abandoned cave with a completely broken... ceiling...

He knew this place.

"Wait." he said. His voice echoed around him.

He was alone here.

Here, where he'd had his last battle with Chiyo and Sakura.

He felt panic rising in his chest, and struggled to keep it down as he grabbed the wall of the cave he was in, pulling himself up. He suddenly realized that his left leg wasn't holding his weight.

Didn't I die here? he thought, slowly turning his head to see observe the entire scene. Didn't I leave this life here in my parent's embrace? What happened? What's going on?

A moist wind whipped past him, ruffling his hair. A few strands fell out, glinting bright red as they drifted in the wind.

"It hurts, it hurts..." he mumbled, wincing as he willed himself to stand. Somehow, he got his left leg to hold some of his weight. But the pain was unbearable and he stopped, panting.

Sasori's eyes flickered nervously up at the sky again, and he realized that it was almost nighttime.

Which would mean that he would be stuck in the middle of nowhere during heavy storm. At night.

He slid back down the wall, noticing that he was shaking.

"Anyone?" he called weakly, his voice hoarse. "Hello?"

No one answered.

Didn't think anyone would. thought Sasori, his eyes dimming.

Even though I survived that battle with Chiyo and her small friend, now I'm going to die slowly out here all over again. Or, even better! A ninja will come and kill me in this weak state.

His eyes teared up and he clenched his teeth. The sky rumbled angrily.

And then his eyes snapped open.

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Something's wrong here.

He punched his left leg, the injured one. Hard. And a scream escaped his lips, a loud scream that echoed off what remained of the cave walls and the trees.

Pain. he thought, breathing heavily.

And I'm afraid.

He looked down at his chest and gasped.

It was normal. Which was the problem.

Sure, it was a little covered in blood and beat up, blood oozing from a wound on his stomach. But it looked fine. The skin was a smooth, peachy color.

But I don't bleed! thought Sasori, laying a hand on his very human-looking stomach. I'm not supposed to feel pain either! And being in a puppet body usually contains my emotions. I don't... cry! So what's this? What's going on?

Am I... weak?

How did this happen?

Sasori pulled his legs up to his chest, hugging them tightly as his mind tried to process what was going on. This, of course, was a mistake, and a pain like no other ripped through his leg. But he didn't care. It didn't matter.

Thunder growled in the sky menacingly, and Sasori looked up again. The clouds looked much worse now. Yes, much, much, much worse.

And then... footsteps.

He heard them far away, sensed the presence that came with them. There was someone coming. Or maybe a group of people. He couldn't tell.

They're probably from the village. he thought miserably. Now they're going to kill me, or take me back to their home where they'll torture me and THEN kill me. Great.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming freely out of them. His legs tingled. He'd been squeezing them so hard that the blood supply was cut off.

But I'm not supposed to need blood! though Sasori desperately. Why am I human? What's going on?

And then, the presence neared, and Sasori shrank back against the wall, trembling as he bit his lip.

This is bad. This is very, very bad. he thought.

But all Sasori could do was wait, wait for his probable painful death at some wanderer's hand.

I don't want to die! thought Sasori. But... why?

Must be a side affect of being human again.

And suddenly two figures stepped out from the trees.

Sasori clenched his fists.