Okay! So I've noticed an absence of Supernatural and fantasy fictions with the naruto gang! So in my upset, I've created one!

The main characters will be used in alter chapters- don't you worry! there is a mention of Gaara in this so yes they are a part of it. Not majorly for a while but they will be. (I plan on it)

Warnings: Well, as of right now there isn't much. A side for the language used. Rating may go up with further chapters but I doubt it. It's AU too, and there is kind of an OOCness in here with Pein I think.

Enjoy otherwise!

--I don't own Naruto, for the record--

Chapter one: Upset in the rain; Captured!

Tick- tock, tick- tock

The sound of a tedious grandfather clock working itself into old age chimed into the empty hallway of the second floor to a large manor. It wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out that who ever lived in this large and lonely-silent house liked the silence and the loneliness. However- that person, that genius couldn't have been more wrong. Despite what people believed of the owner of the old place he really did like people in his house- if only he had the patience for interaction. In the hallways that were perfectly polished and the rooms all lavishly decorated to fit the needs of possible guests, a lone, young man walked the hallways of his home forever sitting to wonder about himself. Would he ever invite someone back to stay? For a visit? Friends didn't come often.

Always to walk the hallways of his quiet estate not to be disturbed or forgotten but to be stared at in awe by passing nobles in the kingdom of the ever vast desert- the kingdom of Sunagakure. His rich family fought the Akasuna estate quite a long time ago- from what the young master of the house can recall. The parents that hardly raised him- are long dead, but his grandmother took good enough care of him- and he quickly rose to the title of the young 'noble duke' of the Akasuna manor. Or castle, as he's heard people refer to it as.

Along the silent hallways the sound of the ticking clock was joined by the soft sound of a piano playing in the distance. Slender pale and graceful fingers ghosted over the keys making the sound come out to penetrate his lonely silenced place. He didn't, however not know anyone. This man knew many people- they knew him, they bowed to him on his walks while he rode his horse. And sometimes, sometimes children would spare him a few flowers they'd grown themselves as a gift. Despite not being in his home, the manor all the time, Sasori Akasuna always found some spare time to clean the place himself.

What of maids? Long ago, he found he didn't much need them to do everything and waste the money and time on watching and paying the people- so he let them roam free. This seemed as a good act- but people knew better then to quickly assess this as a good thing. He liked the quiet, not the silence; the clock helped his mood sometimes. It lulled him into sleep it calmed him down after his meetings and it supplied a form of comfort in its wooden frame that no human could ever give him. Or so he thought.

Now, upon looking at Sasori, one might think he was a rather attractive, noble man. Most of the soldiers looked serious but really were playful in there bantering. Sasori was not one of these people. If asked the village woman would describe him as 'Beautiful, and quite the charming appearance but what he has in looks he lacks in social conduct.' Making a face one would continue, 'he's rude, mean, and cold as a block of dry ice, that one. There is no warming that heart of his- though one day I'd like to see it.' All these things were true if not a little lacking in the proper usage of words to describe him. But, he made a living being this way, he's killed many people with the help of the kingdom and the neighboring countries and he's done himself a damn good job.

A knock rang through the house- and the piano playing red head stopped, turning cold auburn eyes up to stare blankly at the wall before him. Standing in a quick gesture he turned his rather short body and walked out of the room and down the hallway- passing up the grand father clock with a small smile on his face that quickly dissipated when he reached the stairs and went down them. The knocking came more franticly and a scowl etched along the sand-nobles face as he reached the door flinging it open with indigence and indifference.

"What is it?" He asked at the sight of the panting soldier that sat at his door hunched over slightly.

"The-the demons! One of them attacked the west-ward front of the wall of King Pein's estate and he seeks immediate action from you sir! Some people from the village made chase. I was informed to gather your highness immediately."

A frown pulled at his face, rolling auburn eyes at him. "Did you get a look at this demon?" Sasori scoffed, "There kind has been plaguing the king's area for months now. When will they learn that doing this will get them no where? 'tisk. I'll be right out- fetch my horse from the stable will you?" And with that the red head allowed the door to slide from his hand and close.

King Pein is of the elfin people. He lives in a part of the lands where it rains quite frequently, and lush woods surround his eminences palace, kingdom and land. Among him is his lovely wife- Queen Konan, with her blue hair and piercing eyes she could read someone as if they were a book and regard them as paper if she so chose too. Sasori and the people that live in Sunagakure are a mix between that of anima-people, a cross between a certain animal and a human, or they are that of the 'desert mystics'. The mystics are a range of people who- for whatever reason, are born with the ability to manipulate and take advantage of the desert whether it is the poisons of the scorpion or the sand itself. The true people of these sandy planes derived from demons and Elves it is said. They are commonly known as Imps now- short in stature but built to be fierce, fast, and quick witted.

Elf and demons never got along, and they did not find themselves fancy with the elementals or the humans, either. Purposely isolating themselves as a common threat among everyone most importantly that of the lighter people or angels who were a scarce breed to be seen in themselves. Unlike the cities and villages everyone seemed to break into- this race of people chose to move alone, in packs of two maybe three at a time and were more often then not taken care of because there lack of reinforcements. Instead of taking home in the planes where food or water is plentiful and the land easily tilled- they hid themselves in the high peeks of the mountains. Most people avoided there area because unlike the Elves or the humans, or the mystics they had Dragons that flew those peeks and any stranger that wanders in that direction is thrown into a fiery hell upon arrival.

Moving to catch the ever elusive pranksters and terrorists that the demons tend to make themselves- you needed to be fast. What better person for Pein to use then the famous Akasuna no Sasori of the more southern desert kingdom. With the okay from his distant friend- the Kazekage no Gaara- the king of these lands, of course.

Sasori rounded about his home, gathering his things as in swords poisons and eventually got himself dressed to leave. Marching out in an unruly and annoyed manner he hoisted himself onto his steed when he spotted it and prepared to follow the soldier that spoke first to him. This was going to be a long journey- a very long one indeed.

In the land of the red cloud, Akatsuki King Pein awaits the arrival of his most trusted and best interrogator, soldier and noble acquaintance- Sasori. Trusting him with the pest would be the best option at this point and after getting word that this demon was caught he could get rid of him. A few options played in his head as he sat there, hands folded in front of his face. He knew if he told Sasori what to do- he'd do it without question but, what would he have him do? This demon has been caught and will be enslaved and broken if it was the end of him. Just because Sasori was a cold hearted killer with a knack for torturing the truth out of people did not mean he wasn't as good of a candidate for a companion as any. He was lonely in that retched desert that was for sure.

"My love, what troubles you?" sounded the sweet, calming voice of the woman that held his heart. She shifted over to him and stood hovering over Pein's shoulder gazing down at the papers littering the desk he sat affront.

"That boy- the demon. What shall I do with him? Send him to the gallows or enslave and entrust him to Sasori? I could always offer him as a pet to that Kazekage, since I've heard rumor he's caused much amount of trouble there." Shifting Pein lifted his spiraled gaze up into her dark one and turned slightly in his chair to grasp at her thin but firm waist in a gentle show of affection.

She made a humming noise in the back of her throat then, rocking forward on her feet then back in a calculating manner. "..I say see how he does with a few people here then- if not pass him to the gallows. That winged child won't survive a good cut off of the head." Nodding slightly at her choice of action he turned his head orange hairs ruffling a bit when he did so.

"That comes as a good idea, my dear. Fetch me his name, would you? And send word for that old bastard, Kisame. I need word on the condition of the ocean front." Turning fully in his chair after releasing the woman he set his eyes onto the papers in front of him again.

"Yes, of course." And she as gone- leaving Pein to his devices. If anything it would be good to have the demon on there side; if only they could break the foreign language he speaks and convince him to join there forces. Maybe that would start uproar.

Maybe…

It was just his luck- really to get caught by this bastard and to be stuck staring at his unexpressive face. That passive nature that came to the fire bending fuck. 'God damn this guy to hell.' The bitter blond demon thought brow coming down to stare further. If it wasn't for this guy- he would still be out there blowing these elfin bastards to high heaven. But noooo! The fire bender just had to happen to be there on a trip to see this, king and caught him. There language was also hard to understand. What they were saying was a total mystery to him- and every time he tried to get his mind around it, the concept seemed to flutter away from him in a taunting manner.

'I should of- I should have fought harder. But this guy; he totally mind fucked me! What an invasion of privacy!' the demon growled at him and shifted.

Currently he sat in this very stony and cold chamber chained to the wall he was leaning against by his arms. Being clever the black haired red-eyed male removed all and everything from his body except form some under shorts he had on, exposing his body and his secret to the silent poorly lit cell. This Demon, though his wings were gone at the moment had a large stitched mouth closed and sealed on his chest that he had kept a secret- up until this point however. The removal of clothing made him feel bare, and exposed and it was really starting to piss this demon off.

Not only that but- his partner in crime didn't even get caught! And he was the stupid shit that got him into this mess in the first place! 'Damn Hidan.' The blond hissed into his mental cavity jumping when a door down the hallway (He presumed) opened and the sound of clicking could be heard.

"Itachi.." A woman's voice sounded out and the figure stopped next to the stoically calm man. "yes?" He regarded her turning slightly his boring and blank eyes digging into her own.

"Did you get a name? if he even has one." The male shrugged and looked back into the cell. "Name." He said promptly and Deidara not knowing what the hell he was saying made a face.

The silence continued. "I don't think he understands, Konan-sama." Itachi bowed at her slightly which made his stomach turn and twist with hate. These people were fucking nuts! First of all, he had no Idea what they were saying, and to be more annoying he found himself scared of what they might do to him.

All those stories from other demons about how the elves and other races alike tortured there kind, and killed them because of there bad luck. All because they were demons- they were damned and therefore needed to die. Dying wasn't on his agenda not for a while at least! But here he was possibly staring death in the face.

"Get him dressed, and bring him up- Sasori is coming and Pein was going to see if he could get them too…communicate." The woman spoke, the words foreign and wrong sounding to him.

"Hiije! Hiije, koko-ju jyh ich!" Die! Die you ass- this injustice!' Deidara yelled at them with a creased brow in frustration and an irritated look about him as he tugged at the chains growling trying to get out again.

" Ichij boki! Nashi?!"He yelled that time pulling harder Itachi staring with Konan at the outburst. They mumbled to one another as he heaved in breaths blue eyes hardening when the cell door was open. A feeling tingled in his gut as Itachi approached him. There it was- that fear again. The anger suddenly morphed into fear and distrust as he thrashed harder yelling things in this tongue that made no sense blue eyes wide in this fear, as he pushed back against the stone wall and clawed at it pressing into it like that would save him, like he would mold into it.

"Jyh ich!" He yelled then breathing rapidly in panic, he couldn't control himself- and would not willing go to die! He had no idea what these people were going to do to him!

As quickly as he started to try and dig the stones out he'd felt a firm hit on the back of his neck. Shouldn't of turned around- but he did to get away in vein. The world around the blond swirled and turned fuzzy and black before he could figure out what was going on. He went limp with no fight left in his sleeping frame, as itachi untied the demon and pulled him up by his arms dragging him out with little regard to his body while doing so.

Konan stepped back from the black haired male as he moved following shortly after with an unfaltering gaze.