I promised myself I wouldn't do this. I truly did…but then I read a fanfic and it gave me an idea and I just had to write this because I'm in this phase of Naruto. This fanfic will most likely contain violence, maybe spoilers (not sure about the spoilers) I'm not sure how long I plan to make this. Possible shippings (most likely not, but I don't know) Enjoy! Also, I am not following the actual story line of Naruto for your information.
Deidara looked from left to right, his ponytail swishing gracefully with the movements of his neck as he sought out his partner who would save him from this predicament. He was trapped against a tree with no clay in stock and chakra almost completely depleted, not enough to make a simple move. Five ANBU warriors stood in front of him with swords held out in order to stop him from any movement necessary to retreat. What looked to be a woman with the mask of a cat stabbed his right shoulder, shooting pain throughout his nerves and willing him to sink into unconsciousness as his mind raced for a haughty sentence to spit at them. "Well," his lips finally seemed to form. He was shaking. "Your art seems to have caught up to mine."
The ANBU didn't make any noise in response. Bad ending line of mine, thought Deidara. Guess this is it for the greatest artist known to the Akatsuki, he told himself as the middle of the five set their katana in front of his bloody face. Instead of sending a final blow, he felt two arms wrap around him, scooping him up and carrying him like a child who was having a temper tantrum after not getting the toy they wanted. It was hard to breathe in such an odd position and he knew he was too weak to fight all of them. Deidara waited for his partner, Sasori, to come rescue him, but he never came.
Half of the time he was carried, he was asleep and trying to restore some of his much needed chakra, but the blood loss was reaching his bodily functions. He would remember falling unconscious at one point and being forcefully woken to be fed as his hands were now tied behind his back. For a while, he had to admire the way they tied his hands, how perfect the knots were, and for fun he decided to see which one of them tied him up. Deidara supposed that the small female's hands were the creators of such artwork and that he needed to see her face now. Smirking to himself, he remembered of how he was only nineteen and still a reckless child in spirit.
"Lady Tsunade," said the tallest ANBU of the group upon the arrival of their destination. The Hokage peeked up from her paperwork, looking at the ANBU with sharp blue eyes at the mention of her name. "We've captured an enemy," he started. "A member of the Akatsuki organization, we figured he could be of some use if we were to hand him over to "them"."
"Gaishu," responded Tsunade with the twirl of her pen, and placing it in her mouth, chewed on the end of it nervously. "I appreciate the capture of the enemy, bring him to them. We could use more information on this Akatsuki group." The man known as Gaishu bowed his now shown head, placing the mask back on and standing up from his kneeling position on the floor. "Thank you, Lady Tsunade," he said before leaving the room and returning to Deidara who was busy insulting the designs of the ANBU masks, claiming they looked nothing like the animals they were meant to be.
"Alright you jerk," said Gaishu, picking up the smaller blonde and throwing him over his shoulder. "Time to go." Gaishu began to walk with the young Akatsuki member. How could someone so young become so awful, he thought to himself. "Let me go, un!" screamed Deidara, finally annoyed with being carried everywhere. "I can walk perfectly fine, un." After some coaxing, Gaishu finally set the boy down after the realization that it could very well be the last walk the Akatsuki member took.
Deidara walked into a cold room, darkness flooded his eyes until there was nothing to be seen anywhere except in one small corner where a window set on the wall, barely big enough to light a foot of flooring. From what he could sense, the room was huge. Each step he took was followed by an echo, each breath a slight sigh in the atmosphere around him, and all at once he felt something deep in his chest. He was terrified for what was to come. Chains clanked across the floor and were set on his wrists, but he could not see by whom. His half ponytail draped down on his back in streaks of golden hair as the tie came undone by the mysterious shadow lurker.
"Gaishu?" His voice shook as he tried to sound braver than he was. "No," replied a voice so thick and deep that it almost sounded fake, like something no one could produce. The gargled noise swept through the air and hit Deidara in the face like a whiplash, until the Akatsuki realized his face stung. Another crack was heard and a searing pain flowered across his chest, enough to knock the air from his lungs.
Gasping for breath and not finding any, Deidara laid his head on his own shoulder in defeat. For the first time in his entire life he was in danger without a snarky comeback to give to the enemy. But for the first time Deidara wasn't scared by his predicament as he knew what was to come, he was petrified by the torture he was given. All for a single question: What is Akatuki?
Thank you for reading! Sorry this first chapter is kinda short, but it's more like a test to see if anyone will read it. I'll give it a week or so to see if anyone likes. The story will become more interesting and will be full of violent memories so be prepared. PM me for any ideas.
