It was a smoldering day as usual. After all, Egypt wasn't known for cold weather. The blazing gold sun heated the sun-kissed sand. All was bustling in the small city of Mandisa1, and Deidara was walking away from the pharaoh's quarters. He considered himself lucky, if the high priest hadn't come for the pharaoh, who knows when the next time the young blond would be able to get out of bed.

Deidara walked down the hall to the baths. He stopped abruptly, then turned and walked out to the gardens. The blond sat down by the window and peered out. Oh how he wanted to leave, even if only for day.

A hand was placed on the said blonde's shoulder. Deidara looked up into the black eyes belonging to the pharaoh, or as he called him, Itachi. "Why are you out here?"

Deidara looked back outside. "Just thinking."

"Nanu2. Are you so unhappy here?"

"No. I just wish I could see more if the world outside."

"I only keep you here to protect you. The world is dangerous, and I'm not gunna lose you to it."

"I understand."

"However," Itachi said standing up, Deidara's eyes fallowing him. "I might be able to show you entertainment from distant lands, in a more safer way."

"What do you mean?"

Itachi smiled. "You'll see Deidara. Don't worry." Itachi walked out. Deidara could hear him yelling order's in the background.

"Entertainment from different lands?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Deidara tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out what Itachi meant, but to no avail. His view on entertainment was different from the blonds view. Itachi's view was mixed with the pleasure of sex and watching other people suffer, which included forcing the blond to wear a dress. Deidara's was more artistic, and as for sex, well for right now anyways, let's just say that it was at the bottom of the list.

Deidara thoughts drifted to his relationship with Itachi. Itachi was the pharaoh of all of Egypt, and he hand chose the blond to be his personal sex-slave (to a certain extent). Deidara knew that Itachi tried not to constantly demand sex from the blond, and when they did, Itachi tried to be delicate. He failed pitifully. Deidara was always in pain afterwards and well into the next week.

Deidara got up and swung his legs over the sides of his bed. He needed a walk.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The night time air brushed Deidara's cheeks and ruffled the bottom of the blonde's retched dress. Not that it was ugly; it was just the fact that he was forced to wear it. The dress was an ivory colored silky dress, shipped all the way from china. It was long, and flowed behind, giving the blond a goddess like appearance as he walked.

Deidara walked down the hall, till he saw a narrow passageway. It led to where the house workers lived. There was probably a hundred in the palace. Deidara walked through, heart beating rapidly as he explored the new territory.

As Deidara came into the new room, he was surprised at how small and dull everything was.

SMASH!!

Deidara jumped in surprise and walked into the room where the shatter was just heard. It was quite smaller then his own, but much more colorful. From Deidara's knowledge, he found out that this was the workshop. The blond heard scuffling from the back room. He cautiously reached for the door, but pulled his hand back. The door suddenly opened and hit the blond, who fell backwards.

"Ouch!"

"Crap! I'm sorry Ms. Deidara." The new guy offered his hand to the hurt blond.

"MISS?! IM A GUY YOU IDIOT!"

"Sorry." Deidara looked up very pissed, then he turned awestruck. Standing before him was the most handsome redhead he's ever seen.

"N-no, it's my fault." Deidara said taking his hand.

"Whatever you say. I'm Sasori."