He ran through the maze of corridors, breath coming in rasping gasps. Lights flickered though his vision from the pure white surrounding as he distantly wondered if this was how snow blindness began. Tiles of purest white covered the floor and climbed half way up the walls only to be replaced by faded egg yellow coloured wall paper. He wished for the warm glow of his home lights, instead he got harsh bared hospital-like bulbs. He arrived a cross road of the same white walls. He whipped his head round so fast his golden hair smacked off his pale face with an audible thud. He knew he had little time. He knew that his captor could have caught him by now. He knew he was playing the game he wanted him to play.
"Deidara..." a voice called so sweetly from somewhere behind him. It bounced off the passageway and made Deidara convulse in fear. He stopped wasting time and without another thought took the left corridor.
Deidara's legs throbbed with the effort of running – he was never the best in gym class but after 3 months of being locked in here it was near impossible. Deidara studied the walls as he jogged –on longer able to run- past. He began to panic – when he was first brought here he had memorised every crack and piece of dir so that when the chance came he could get out – but none of them were there. Deidara looked to see if he could double back but he was leaning against the cold walls with a smirk plastered over his porcelain face. Gasping Deidara ran on leaving the laughing form behind. He thought to mark the walls with his bloodied fingers so that of he lost him (unlikely) he could retrace his steps. Deidara took another left and stopped with a squeak of his worn Converse. With sort painful breaths – painful from the last beating- he studied the red brick wall looming above him. He turned to run and stopped dead, his eye wide. Black steel toed boots echoed off the walls and mixed with Deidara's hectic breaths as the man moved forwards. Each step he took forward forced Deidara to take one back until Deidara's back scratched off the wall.
"Awww...nowhere to go now," he teased running a slender digit down Deidara's cheek, earning a whimper. Deidara finally realised there was nothing left for him. "and you were doing so well considering I got rid of all the markers...good thing I blocked off the exit as well."
"S-s-sorry Sasori-no-Danna." Deidara chocked out from between cracked and bruised lips. Sasori pushed Deidara toward the wall using both his hands. The rough wall cut into Deidara's back through the thin fabric of his forth, if not fifth, hand top.
"Now then, why did you want to leave, hmmm?" Sasori asked as he pushed himself against Deidara, who tried to form words – failing and looking like a fish out of water. This made Sasori laugh he ran his slender hand through Deidara's once neat caramel hair. However, now the only thing Deidara had ever cared about looked more like toffee left under a couch than caramel.
"Now, shall we go back?" questioned Sasori. That was the one place Deidara never wanted to go and knowing he couldn't speak, shook his head vigorously trying to ignore Sasori's form pressed against him.
"Oh, and I was so hoping you would say yes." Sasori looked so disappointed and it made Deidara's heart want to jump from Niagara Falls – what happened next wouldn't be good for him. As Sasori extended his arm to Deidara's head Deidara pressed himself further into the brickwork opening old wounds. Sasori grabbed a large clump of straw-like hair and at the same time knocked Deidara's legs from under him. Sasori began to walk back through the empty passage ways, dragging Deidara, kicking , screaming and clawing behind him. When the door of Sasori's "room" banged shut Deidara did something he hadn't done since he was four – he cried.