A/N: I know, I know…I should be writing and submitting for Another High School Story, but today I was reading a lot of other fics and watching AMVs on youtube. Yes, and I got an idea for this fic. X3 So, I had to start writing the story. I promise, you will be seeing chapters 6, 7, and 8 during the course of the week. (Today/tonight is 11/2/08). Enjoy! P.s, I haven't decided whether or not I want this to be a oneshot or an ongoing story. ((By the way, I might refer to Sasori as a prince, but he's higher status than a prince. He's like a king, but I just don't want to call him King Sasori. XD))

Chapter One

He was the super cold, sadistic, elegant, handsome, and aloof prince of the Land of Red Sand. Akasuna no Sasori was a cinnamon haired, scarlet eyed, angel faced man. Though his appearance was of a young man of 23 years, he held his throne with a vice grip for more than 3 centuries. Though time passed, and other people grew old, he never aged; physically. He always kept his face blank of emotion, and his voice was smooth and silky; like the sensation of dark chocolate when it melts in your mouth.

Though he was cold, he provided well for his people. When wars broke out, he provided stable protection, and he solved problems avoiding bloodshed as much as he was able. The people didn't love him, but they didn't hate him. He was there when they needed him, and he hasn't failed them yet. The Land of Red Sand had prospered over his 300-year reign.

Not to mention; he was quite popular among the ladies. No, it was sort of…one sided. You see, Sasori was not really the type that 'wasted' time with the female species. But that didn't stop these ladies; any time a lucky girl had the chance to catch even the slightest glimpse of him when he was out on patrol, she would take it. Older women gave him lusty glances, while younger girls followed him like fan girls. It was only a given; remember? He's dead sexy and doesn't age!

Anyway, there was word throughout the country that Sasori-sama was recruiting household staff, and many girls were trying to get closer to the Ice Prince. There was talk going throughout many small villages, girls squealing and fantasizing about what it'd be like to live in the grand palace.

In the marketplace, a purple haired woman was bragging to her younger sister, whom she thought inferior.

"You see, Saku-kun, it'd be best if you just act like a girl, but if you want to do petty things like working, stay out of sight and away from me! Oh, look at him! Watch how a real girl acts-hold this," Shizuma drawled, her heavily hooded eyes were scanning a handsome man that just walked by. As though nodding inwardly to herself, she flounced up to the man, swaying her hips and curling her exotic hair around her finger.

"Hey there, what's your name?" She asked in a sultry voice. Her chocolate brown eyes looked the man over once again, up-close this time. The man was about, 6 feet tall, long mid-back blonde hair in a pony tail, with icy blue eyes and a daring smile. Inwardly, she melted and purred to herself.

"Heh, I'm Deidara, and what's a purple harpy like yourself doing here?" he replied in a polite tone, though his comment was anything but. A few feet away, Sakura muffled her giggles with her hand, while continuing to watch her sister's 'skills'. Though her sister had looks, she certainly did not have brains. Shizuma, being as dumb as she was, took this as a compliment, and giggled.

"Oh Deidara-kun, my name is Shizuma. I was just, here..all alone. In this marketplace. By myself." She purred, leaning closer to the poor Deidara fellow. Though he didn't show it, Deidara puked a little. He swiftly tried to move his gaze away from the crazy girl in front of his person, and spotted a beautiful, pink haired, jade-eyed women. Ignoring the purple nuisance, Deidara walked over to the pink beauty and bowed.

"Good afternoon miss, I am Deidara of Stone Country, here for a meeting with Sasori-sama. And who might you be?" Deidara asked, secretly very interested in knowing about this girl. The said girl gave a gentle smile that held the innocence her sister certainly didn't have, and she opened her mouth to speak-only to be interrupted and pushed over by said sister.

"Oh, don't mind my slip of a sister! She's just a rat that likes to work. Wouldn't you rather be with a real women?" Shizuma batted her eyes, pouting her cherry lips. Deidara turned so he was facing Shizuma, a blank façade in place.

"Madam, you call yourself a real women? Surely you must be mistaken." He replied icily, and turned his gaze into a warmer, softer look, setting it on Sakura. He raised a teasing brow, as if saying, 'And you, little miss?'

"Deidara-sama, I am Haruno Sakura. Please excuse Shizuma-sama, she isn't feeling quite well." She replied brightly, a warm smile in place. Deidara took the time to examine this girl; she had very appealing qualities. She was petite; definitely beautiful, adorable, polite, and apparently she wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty. He liked what he saw, and maybe, Saso-chan would too! 'Hmm…maybe..' he thought, unaware of the purple harpy who was yelling a string of curses at her sister as she pulled her away.

"You insolent little bitch! Stealing and fraternizing with men I deem worthy for myself! What is wrong with you? Wait until mother hears about this! Ungrateful brat…taking my own time to take you shopping with me," (Uhm, even though Sakura was just holding her many purchases?Pssh.), "and giving you free advice on proper etiquette!" her rant fell on deaf ears, as Sakura was going through a mental checklist to make sure she had bought all of the goods her father asked her to buy. 'Hmm..it seems I have everything. I think I'll just be going home now.' Turning to face Deidara, she gave him a gentle smile and said in a small voice, "Gomenasai, but I must be leaving! It was a pleasure meeting you, Deidara-sama. Maybe we will meet again in the future!" she waved and turned on her heel, avoiding her fuming sister. Deidara watched the girl flee from her brat of a sister, and smiled to himself. 'She's definitely a keeper.'

Meanwhile, pacing the length of his study, Sasori was glaring at everything and anything his eyes landed on. 'Where is Deidara? That fool. Making me wait like this! I could have been signing those documents and finishing paperwork. Such tardiness is inexcusable. When he gets here, I'm going to..' he was abruptly 'woken' from his trance as the door slammed open to reveal: Deidara, his late self.

"You're late. You know I do not have time to waste. What is it you've come here to speak to me about?" Sasori bit out at one of his best friends. He narrowed his eyes into slits at the seemingly carefree blonde, who took his sweet time to settle himself in one of the large onyx armchairs.

"You know Saso-chan? Today I saw a very cute girl in the marketplace. She had abnormal pink hair, jade eyes; all together beautiful. She seemed to be out buying the groceries and holding her bitchy sister's purchases as well. Oh! You must watch out for Haruno Shizuma! That purple harpy would probably do anything for a man like us, or for money. Anyway, Sakura, she's soo cute and innocent! And she's not afraid to work, and she's very polite. I think she'd be a good addition to your staff; you know, since you have to do the annual 'recruiting'." Deidara said excitedly, nearly all in one breath. Sasori inwardly groaned and held a hand up to signal, 'stop'.

"Was there anything else you came here for?" Sasori drawled, his usual monotone had an irritated edge.

"Well….no! I just came here to spend time with my cute Saso-chan!" Deidara exclaimed, smiling a foxy grin. These couple of sentences made Sasori's blood boil.

"You imbecile! I have a lot of paperwork and documents that must be finished in 3 hours! You've wasted my time. Get out of here! Have Hanazuka show you your room, and don't come bother me until I send someone for you." Sasori bit out, narrowing his eyes to slits again. He turned on his heel, dismissing his friend. Deidara knew Sasori was a very impatient person if you made him wait, and a very easily angered person as well, so he quickly made his leave.

A/N: TA DAAA! So there's chapter one. Review, hm? Thank youhhh!