Uhm so yeah, I'm quite new at this but I wanted to try my best to maybe make a good one. Maybe people will even like it, who knows really?
...Oh, I hope you like it and I do not own any of the characters, Bye.

Sharp stones cutting into flesh as they were thrown, destoying the pretty face that was facing the ground. How did this happen? How will it end? With DEATH was what his the mind said, hearing another voice inside of his head. A painful and goresome death...nothing you have ever experienced before. This made the long haired blonde chuckle silently, he was not surprised to hear the voice inside of his head nor it's anwser. The chuckle went unsurprisingly unheard by the loud crowd gathered around to stone him before he would be taken to the royal prison.
'There is no escaping this, it seems. My fate is sealed.'

The man lifts his head, not showing any fear or sorrow on his beautiful young face refusing to take any blame for what he had supposingly done even if he did not remember any of what had happened. He tenses up when feeling one of the stones fly by his face and cut his cheek, the wound soon after releasing crimson red blood, the same color as his dirty yet still elegant Kimono.
He did admite to himself that he indeed was afraid, not of death but of the pain he did not deserve. He didn't want to suffer for a crime that he had not commited nor had any part in, if anything he would want to know who or what that had killed one of his dearest costumers.
But no one would listen, not to him, not a whore even a highclass one...not even the most wanted geisha in the buisness. He would not be forgiven for "killing" a young noble.

The blood was still fresh in his mind, the morning light had made it so more memorable to his his mind, making it look brighter to the eye. It was everywhere, the floor...the walls...his clothes...
The only memory left in his mind from the day before was him serving the man the house best sake and being more or less forsed to join him when the man refused to drink alone. After that it quickly got strangly fuzzy and soon after everything just went...blank, the only hint left being a faint memory of far away noises and sickening sounds.
He slowly lifts his head despite the still loud yelling and throwing of many rocks against him, he turns his head and looks at the red stained sheet lying over what looks like a mans corpse, it's feet sticking out from underneath it, exposing it's deathly gray skin.
'Chikushodo-dono...'

One of his favorites, a pushy but quite gentleman in the end. He liked to talk about everything and nothing, about his dreams and plans. Every now and then he would talk about buying him out of the brothel after hours of pleasing him in bed. Never will he now know if the sweet talk were true or a lie made up in the moment...but sometimes he liked to believe...that his word were prehaps maybe true.
He gasps out loud when a especially large stone hits his forhead, making it throb painfully and drawing out held back tears from the corner of his eyes.

Not a second later he feels himself getting pulled up to his feet and something being yelled near his ears, which immidently gets lost in the throbing pain in his head.
He starts to get pulled, pulled away from the shouting crowd and Chikoshodo-dono's body, making him realize it was finally time...they were taking him to the royal prison.
This...was probably the last chance he'll get to see the sky until his execuction day. He lifts his head up to look at the clear sky. The sight of blue gets sucked in by his unfocused eyes, tears pouring down from them as he savoirs the image.
When he finally was satisfied with what he got to see he looks back at the crowd, his eyes widening slightly when seeing the same colored hair as the dead man...was that...

The new man steps out of the crowd and against him, the people around stepping away from him.
"Deidara. Guard, Let Deidara go at this instanse." The man orders with a superior tone in his voice, the guards that was holding the man called Deidara immidently lets the already badly hurt blonde go.
Deidara soon sees feet step infront of him, making him lift his head again to look at the newly arrived man. He quickly sucks in his breath in a mix of emotions as the man crouches down infront of him and carefully grabs Deidara's chin.
"...Tendo-dono..." Deidara says.

Tendo as the man was called stares into his clear blue eyes in silence, his orange, short hair drawing attention and fear from the crowd as it was a sign of noble blood running through his veins.
After a few minutes he opens his mouth and speaks in silent rage.
"Why did you kill my brother?"
Deidara widens his eyes, pain and fear of losing this persons trust too, the emotions running clear through his eyes.
" I...I didn-..!?"

He ss immidently silenced by a strike to the side of his face, his vision blurrying once again but still aware when the dead man brother stands up infront of him.
"Bring him to my home...I'll get the truth out of him." He says to the guards as he turns and starts to make his way back to what can only be assumed to be the way against his home. The guards quickly grabs Deidara by his arms again, not wanting to anger the man by being slow to follow. They more or less drags the blonde on the road, dirt and small stones digging into his newly made wounds.
Near his limit, Deidara takes a last lingering look at the mans tall back with pained eyes...the man he had fallen for against his will, the man that had his heart in a iron grip...the man that was blaming him for his brother death...
"...Tendo-dono..."
He utters his name a last time as a try to get his attention before he is forsed into the sweet darkness of his already tortured mind.
But the story is only beginning...

Ok...I know it's really messy and I'll try harder, I'll also clean it up some other day. Sowwy... QAQ

Feel free to review ^^"

30/01/17 Finally cleaned it up a little, I hope it's a little better now.