The king of a near barbaric country that consisted of tigers and ladies had once or twice a visitor, but only the king of an ally of this country got to see one of the great trials. The tiger was the chosen door and the victim was killed in an instant. The king of this other country was intensely interested in this development, he asked to use this in his newly developed kingdom. The younger king agreed and this new king went on his way...

A few years later this copycat of a king died, just before his amphitheater was built. His son took over with his wife, who soon died after giving birth to his first child. A girl he named Sakura...

Sakura grew up... to be very spoiled. She had everything she wanted, except for the man she wanted. The man she wanted was married to the fairest lady of the royal court, because of the copied way of the barbaric king. She later found another, a red-headed man named Sasori. Sasori was not well known, as he spent his time in a puppet named Hiruko when he was out. (no one knew how it worked) Otherwise he was in his workshop surrounded by the puppets he loved. When the princess found out what he looked like, she instantly fell in love. Sasori was honored to be the love of the princess... although their relationship never escalated past talking to each other in her room which Sasori climbed up a wall to get to. Although one night, he made a grave mistake...

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Sasori kissed the princess on the cheek. "Goodbye princess... I will be back Tomorrow night." He said. "Goodbye Sasori, yes come back to see me tomorrow." She replied. Sasori then climbed out the window and held onto the vines. He slowly climbed down and retreated quietly to the other wall. He climbed up the wall and sat up on the top for a second. The view was beautiful up on top of the wall of the palace. The sun was just starting to peak from the top of the roof tops. The city seemed serene and quiet, then the impatient man started to climb back down the other side. About seven feet off the ground he misplaced his step and fell...

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There was a very feminine man that went by the name of Deidara, he was the royal artist that made the busts and portraits of the royal family. He had run out of ideas that of being birds, bugs, and the members of the royal family. He decided to return to his rarely visited home, as he lived mostly at the palace. He packed up his things and headed out the door. He walked out the palace front door and sticked close to the left when he exited the gate. He walked slowly taking in the sunrise, it was beautiful full of colors, it reminded him of the castle fire works set off every summer. Then He heard a yelp from above, he looked up and was immediately crushed. He was like this for a few seconds before the person got off of him. He scrambled back up furious, what kind of person falls out of the sky? Or the wall, yeah most likely the wall... Deidara was going to give this person a peace of his mind, He was- Deidara then noticed the soft voice apologizing to him. He looked up and into the brown eyes of a red-headed man. "Oh my goodness I am so sorry, are you okay?" asked the man. Deidara was speechless, this man, he had the most beautiful face he had ever seen! Those eyes, how would one sculpt them they were so... Deep, like dark pools of brown. Deidara realized he was staring and stood up, quickly adverting his eyes. "Uh... I-I am fine, un..." he said. He picked up his bag and raced off. He needed to get home before he forgot that face he had seen.

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Sasori watched the blond, was that a man or a woman? They were wearing pants so Sasori guessed it was a he. Anyways, the person raced off, leaving the red head confused. Was he blushing? Sasori didn't know... Sasori thought no more of the blond man he had met, and continued home. He finally got there and he lied down, he had been up longer than usual and so he fell into a deep sleep.

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A place not far from there Deidara was hard at work sculpting. "No... Thats not right... No... Ugh..." He said to himself. This bust was just not working... He needed to study his subject for hours before even beginning to make a bust, not a few glances from one angle... He smashed the clay with his fist. He decided to give up on the project. He sat on his favorite chair, or longed. He thought about the man he had met for just a few seconds, he had never seen him before. Was he a tourist? But then what was he doing at the palace?