Red eyes stared into the reflection in the mirror in front of him.
The red headed teen primped his hair a bit more before setting his comb down.
Who is this teen…none other than Akasuna, Sasori.
Sasori zipped up his red hoodie and stared down at his black jeans.
"Got a date Danna un" a slight whisper came from the door way.
"Yeah brat" he muttered slamming his lips down onto the blonds then walking out the door.
Deidara looked up at the mirror where Sasori once stood.
His long hair was a mess and his skin pale.
His blue eyes were glossed over with tears.
When they streamed down his pale face he didn't stop to feel sorry for himself.
Deidara simply grabbed the vacuum and started sweeping the floor.
He felt he had no right to feel sorry for himself.
After all he knew what he was getting into when this all started 4 years ago.
Deidara sat down on the floor of the bedroom and wondered.
Who is it tonight….Konan maybe….Pein….Itachi…maybe even Tobi.
Sasori had always slept around.
Always a different guy or girl every night.
4 years ago….Deidara's life might as well of ended.
Flashback
"Sorry kid" the harsh voice of his used to be lover hissed.
Tears welled up in Deidara's blue eyes.
"B-But"
Itachi turned his back to him in the pouring rain and left him lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood.
It was a mission.
Itachi could have said no.
Leader Sama wanted the blond dead.
And his lover accepted.
Deidara crawled to Sasori's door as it was close by.
The red head took him in and healed him.
"You alright" he asked softly.
Deidara nodded.
The redhead had a lusty look in his eyes.
Deidara hated being used but he needed the warmth.
Their lips collided.
Fingers tangled in hair.
"Stay if ya want…but you'll be alone a lot I'm not always home" said red head smirked.
The blond knew what he was getting into but had nowhere else to go.
Deidara nodded.
Flashback over
Ever since Deidara had been Sasori's entertainment when no one else was around.
The sad truth was the blond loved the red head and Deidara knew what he was to Sasori.
A toy.
The tears continued to fall.
The blond climbed into bed.
He stared at the empty unmade side just across from him.
Again he was alone.
When he woke at 2 am he heard the door slam shut.
The red head stumbled in.
"Danna un" Deidara faked a smile.
A smirk appeared on the red headed teens face.
When his lips touched Deidara's, the blond hated life again.
"I missed you" Sasori cooed in his ear.
A lie….such a lie.
Deidara though those words over and over.
It's a lie.
The blond awoke alone the next day.
Konan was sitting on the ledge of his bed.
"Deidara" she hissed "It's got to stop"
Deidara avoided her eyes.
"Aren't you sick of being used…you can't possibly think he loves you.
Deidara he loves your body" her voice was loud but clam.
"I just…"the blonde's voice trailed off.
"Deidara say…. No….that's all it takes to end this"
He shook his head "It's harder than you think un"
"Your body can't take much more" she placed a hand on the bruised side of his face.
Then she let her fingers trail down to the purple and blue bite on his neck.
"It has to stop" her voice shook as she hugged him close.
