Through your eyes Ch.1
Hidden away in the vast deserts of the sand set under the scorching sun there is a large grand empire graced with the name Suna. It is feared by all and matched by none. There are always those who are foolish enough to declare war on the mighty people but all have fallen under its hand. It is for told that the gods created this paradise, sculpting only the purest of beings to rule and control its vast power. The long since widowed queen of this land is reaching her final years, seeking that her grandson and only heir to the thrown take a bride by the day of his 18th year.
There are those who wish to destroy any hope of that possibility, it is said that the Red Cloud kingdom is the only force in the world with enough power and wealth to match that of Suna. Some even think they not only match but surpass the seemingly invincible land that was said to have been created by the gods themselves. Their pyramids and palaces both massive in size and invincibility already show that these two foes strive to be #1 in the eyes of their people.
And so our story begins, a tale of love, lose, life, a struggle to complete a journey that could very well decide the fate of the 2 god like nations. Bringing either an end to their eternal war, or shortening their lives to make it seem as if their whole existence was nothing more than a fleeting wind.
"Is that the best you've got?"
"Heh, you wish!"
Loud strong clangs of expertly crafted metal could be heard all throughout the vast training yard. All around dozens upon dozens of faces gathered to watch the 2 men duel their swords dancing the killers dance as they shined the diamond like sun.
The queen of these people was amongst the many faces, watching as the very man who was destined to one day take her thrown swung his sword around with expert precision. She was proud of her grandson there was no doubt about that, it was clear to anyone who saw the young prince that he would one day make one of the finest kings that Suna had ever seen. With his strong toned body that could crush an opponent in a second and flaming red hair that struck fear in the eyes of his foes it was unquestionable that he was a true warrior of the sand.
"Haha! My friend I hope that you don't think you're going to win this round, I don't care if you are the prince of this place I'm still gonna kick your ass!"
The prince sighed blocking another blow that would no doubt have severed his arm. "Hidan, how many times must I tell you not to use such language while in the presents of ladies?"
"Sorry 'you're heinous' if you would only point some out I would gladly shut up." A string of curses and laughter could be heard from crowd.
"That Hidan is such a jerk." One female muttered.
"Yeah someone really ought to teach him a lesson."
"Prince Sasori is the only one strong enough to beat him but he's such a kind hearted soul towards the silver haired beast that he refuses to do anything about him."
"Hmm, the Prince is nice like that."
"In more ways than one?"
"You know it." The group of girls giggled together, their cheeks aflame at the thought of the handsome young man every girl in the empire wished to get their hands on.
"Hey girls I really think that you should get back to work now." A quiet voice whispered.
"Oh shove off Deidara." One of the slave girls snapped causing the others to burst out into fresh waves of laughter.
"QUITE GOOFING OFF AND GET BACK TO WORK!" The slave trader known as Yui yelled forcing the girls to scatter, amusement in his eyes as he studied their half naked bodies trying to decide which one of them he would be taking to his chamber tonight although he usually took about 3 or 4. Yui was an average looking man well muscled, short brown hair with deep green eyes. When it came to work he was tough but fair never pushing a slave to do more than was humanly capable of them.
Deidara sighed, he had been alone as long as he could remember living off the streets stealing where he could until the year he turned 13. It was then that he was captured and sold into slavery, being forced to perform humiliating and back breaking tasks up to his current day. He was still alone, his closest friend being a fellow slave boy by the name of Itachi.
"Ahh, don't let those slutty bitches get you down, they're just a bunch of whores wanting to get lad." The raven haired teen said, holding a tray of drinks he was to take around the large crowd. With his long raven colored hair and slim but muscular figure he looked every bit as feminine as Deidara. It was because of these looks that the pair often got stuck with the chores of a slave girl, being forced to dress in scantily clad robes eye candy for all the pigs of the world.
"I know Itachi but sometimes their words just really get to me, un." Deidara sighed sadly, the blonde was certainly considered a rare jewel, with his long blonde hair that threatened to out shine the sun itself, and eyes that were bluer than any oasis's waterfall, all sought him, but none could claim him.
"Hey looks like the match is just about over." Itachi pointed out.
"Hn, that nice, un." Deidara muttered turning his head away from the fight, continuing his chores.
"Don't you want to watch Prince Sasori?" Itachi said a playful smirk on his face.
The blonde blushed furiously. "Why would I want to watch him, he's just a spoiled Prince that all the girls fawn over, un." Itachi walked around the blonde seeming to look him over from head to toe.
"What are you doing, un?" Deidara said a little self conscious.
"You're just proving my point that you're really a girl Deidara."
"Itachi please let's not have that conversation again, I'm too tired from working in this blasted heat all day. Besides you know full well I'm a guy, un." Deidara said picking up a large basket filled with bread.
"True I do know you're a man, if it weren't for the fact that all the slaves are forced to use one bathhouse then even after our 3 year friendship I'd still be convinced you're female." It was sometime around Deidara's one year mark as a slave that he met the Uchiha, both were alone, Itachi said he had a brother but they were separated the day Itachi was captured. They became fast friends, always making sure to look out for the other. Both were thankful that when the buyer from Suna came he took both, ensuring their friendship for the next 3 years.
A particularly strong clang of metal brought Deidara's attention back to the fight. He was always so amazed yet horrified at these fights, the way the two moved, it was as if they were dancing to some unheard melody. It was always the Prince who came out as the victor never receiving so much as a scratch. It was obvious to anyone who saw the Prince why he was the most desired in the empire, with his strong, toned body and flaming red locks he was the perfect icon for fan girls all around. Deidara couldn't help but notice his eyes, they were the deepest shade of brown the blonde had ever seen….and they were staring right at him! All the slave girls giggled when they realized that the Prince was staring in their direction but his focus was on the blonde himself.
Sasori smiled his perfectly white teeth gleaming in the sun. He never did see that blade coming. Deidara's heart stopped, watching as Hidan's blade rushed towards the Prince who tried to dodge it but was not completely successful, Sasori fell to one knee clutching his bleeding arm, at few drops finding their way into the sand.
"Ha! I've got you now!" Hidan laughed pointing the tip of his sword directly between Sasori's eyes. The Prince merely smirked and in a flash pulled out a hidden dagger from his sandal, shoving the blade in his face away he jumped the other man sending them both to the ground. Hidan's sword went flying, while its owner lay stunned, a dagger at his throat, not daring to breathe for he knew if he did then his skin would be sliced.
"What was that?" Sasori grinned, the fight was over and he was once again the victor. A strong cheer rang out through the crowd while others rushed out to assist the two. Deidara watched as Sasori got off his fallen friend, extending his hand as he helped him to his feet. The blonde breathed a sigh of relief as they laughed batting each other on the backs while the medics tended to Sasori's wound.
"I'm fine really." He said but the doctor wouldn't hear of it, they took his arm immediately applying wraps to stop the already lighter flow of blood.
"Hey Deidara." Itachi said snapped said blonde out of his daze.
"Hmm? What, un?"
"That was a pretty close call with the Prince hugh? I wonder what caught his attention." The raven said with a knowing smirk.
"Yeah I wonder, un." Deidara said suddenly becoming very interested in the basket he was holding.
"Hey you get back to work!" Deidara blinked snapping out of his dream like haze, only to see Yui a whip in his hand which the blonde knew he was not afraid to use.
"Y-Yes sir, un." Deidara said scurrying away, the red head forgotten.
"I really wish you wouldn't do this." Itachi sighed lying on a pile of worn out pillows in the slave's quarters. Just because they were palace slaves didn't mean that they got to sleep in the palace, their resting place was a large stone building located near the base of the colossal structure. It was long past midnight and the slaves were forbidden from wandering around outside. Which was exactly what the blonde was about to do.
"Oh just relax, un, I'll be fine I do this all the time and I've never been caught before."
"Well there's always the chance that this time could be different. You know the punishment for being caught out after hours is always death." Came a voice who spoke from experience. Kakuzu, he himself had once been part of the royal guard, delivering such fates many times before. It wasn't until one night when he was order to kill a man suspected of treason thus he was given the death penalty. Kakuzu refused it turns out that the man had been one of his closest friends, when Kakuzu didn't carry out the order he was stripped of his rank, brutally whipped, and sent to work with the slaves, he never did see his friend again.
"Kakuzu there's really no need to worry about me, un, I've never been caught and I never will be I'm too quick." Deidara beamed, fastening the long black cloak around his shoulders.
"Deidara every night we try to talk you out of this and every night you still go. What could be so important that you would risk your life?"
"Kakuzu's right Dei, to be caught out after hours is to assume you're a trader to the empire. All traitors are to be killed swiftly and without mercy Kakuzu of all people knows that full well, and because-"
"And because." Kakuzu cut in. "you're nothing more than a slave boy with a pretty face to them they won't hesitate one second, they've killed kids before Deidara." It was true the palace guard was known for their tendency of taking things to far, when they'd whipped Kakuzu they didn't stop until he was a bloody mess resulting in the dozens of scars that now covered his body.
But Deidara wasn't listening, he'd heard this speech many times before. He couldn't blame his friends for worrying, what he was doing was indeed dangerous but he had to go 'they' were waiting.
"Goodbye guys, I'll be back before light." And with that the blonde left, he moved quickly through the dark city streets stopping only to look around the next corner, praying that he wasn't caught. When he saw that the coast was clear he moved all while keeping his head down and his cloak pulled tightly around him.
"HEY YOU THERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?"
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And there you have it the first chapter to my new fanfic I certainly hoped you all enjoyed it! OMFG! Sasori is the handsome Prince that all the girls (maybe even a few guys) drool over. Deidara is the heart breakingly beautiful slave boy who is forced to dress as a girl...possibilities!
Hmmm, just who could possibly be yelling at our poor Dei-Chan and why in the world would he sneak out at night when the penalty of being caught is death? All of these are good questions and will be answered next chapter,
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