Okay, this was originally a one-shot however one of my favourite authors Ilovemyboys asked me to continue this, so it has been done! I hope you all enjoy it! There will be a third part it should be up by the end of tomorrow.
Opening his icy blue eyes after a long restful sleep, Deidara scowled at the sight of the same four walls that held him in what was nothing more than a glorified prison cell.
Three days had passed since the hunter nin had attacked him, leaving him for dead and they had quite possibly been the three longest days of his whole life.
As had been proven on previous occasions, when Deidara had been wounded in battle before, Sasori had taken on the uncanny ability of turning into a psychotic mother hen, threatening the blonde with death if he even though about leaving his room without Sasori's express permission, which was currently being denied as the blonde was barely able to walk around on his own for long.
Now however, death threats had very little meaning to the bomber who was being slowly but surely driven insane with boredom.
'If I don't get away from here now, I'm gonna lose my mind' he thought to himself, glancing at the door, 'What Sasori doesn't know won't hurt him after all.'
With quite a bit of effort, he managed to clamber out of bed and stumble towards his dresser to get his training clothes. Having barely walked in three days he was a little unsteady on his feet, however the real difficulty was getting dressed; he had to remain mindful of his broken ribs, the stitches running along the large cut down his left side and his sprained wrist.
Once successfully dressed but rather sore, Deidara grabbed his utility belt full of clay and weapons pouch before slipping out of his room. The base was fairly empty, with all of the other loud members being away on missions. The only real threat to him was Sasori anyway; Pein and Konan never left their office and Itachi never cared as to what anyone else was doing, preferring to keep to himself.
The bomber moved through the halls as stealthily as possible until he reached the boulder concealing the entrance. He raised a hand, excitement welling up inside at the thought of finally being able to taste freedom again but he froze.
Deidara's eyes widened in horror as he stared at his hand, which was raised before him completely unresponsive. The rest of his body was stuck as well, feeling rather heavy, almost like he was trying to move through thick mud. Frustration almost caused him to scream out loud, but a swift tugging motion which harshly spun him around turned that roar into a whimper.
He found himself face to face with a positively murderous Sasori.
"And what the hell do you think you are doing brat?" he demanded, one hand raised before him, a soft blue glow emanating from the tips of the wooden fingers. Deidara scowled at his partner, able to put two and two together after all.
"Going outside un," he replied simply, as innocent as possible, "I'm bored."
Sasori's murderous aura quadrupled in intensity.
"You would risk your health, after all of my hard work to save your sorry ass," he hissed, "Because you're bored?!"
"Yes un."
Without a word, Sasori turned on his heel and stalked back into the base, forcing the blonde to match his movement. Deidara had to bite his lip hard to stop from crying out as the brisk pace flared up the pain in his side and chest.
"D-Danna-stop that un," he growled, almost trembling. Sasori ignored him until they reached the one place that Deidara hated more than anywhere else at this current moment.
His room.
Sasori almost ripped the door off its hinges as he entered the bedroom, followed by the protesting blonde. Deidara was having to take deep and steady breaths to avoid throwing up from the agony of his injuries, unable to do anything other than shake without the puppet master's permission.
"Look at yourself," Sasori drawled, "You can barely stand on your own. If I wasn't in control of your body, you'd be on your back by now. And you wanted to sneak out to train in this condition?"
Deidara hated having to stand like this before the puppeteer and get lectured. If Sasori hadn't been so damn rough, he would have been fine. Of course, before he could argue, he was unwillingly moving again.
His pulse quickened as he began to remove his utility belt, weapons pouch, shoes and headband.
"What the hell un!" he almost shrieked as these items hit the floor, "Danna you fucking pervert!"
"Shut up!" Sasori snapped, "You are supposed to be resting you ungrateful idiotic brat! You do not need weapons for that!"
Deidara growled as he was practically put to bed by his partner. He refused to look at the other male until his wrists were raised above his head. He gasped and bit his tongue to hold back the pain filled groan as his ribs were jostled. Glaring defiantly up at Sasori, his eyes widened in horror when he saw what was held in the redhead's hand.
"D-Danna- c'mon! Don't do this! He exclaimed, struggling feebly against the puppet strings.
"It's either this or poison," Sasori announced flatly, "And in your condition, poison is too much of a risk. Now hold still. You brought this on yourself."
All Deidara could do was glare daggers at the puppet as he produced the two sets of shackles and cuffed both of his wrists to either bed post, being surprisingly gentle with his injured arm. Once they were securely fitted and the blonde had full control of his body back again, he gave them an experimental tug.
"I wouldn't both brat," said Sasori as he turned away towards the door, "Those hand cuffs aren't going to break any time soon and your wrist is already sprained. Don't aggravate it."
"I hate you un!" Deidara roared at his retreating back. With a smirk the redhead glanced over his shoulder.
"The feeling is mutual," he called, almost as though it were a joke. But Deidara knew better. Sasori never joked.
"I will bring you dinner later," he continued, straight faced, "Now rest and heal."
And with that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him and leaving Deidara alone.
He tugged harshly at his restraints, gasping in pain when he jarred his wrist. Tears welled up at the sharp aching but he blinked them away to glare up at his uninjured left hand.
He was going to break free of here…and then he was going to strangle that damn puppet.
Sasori meandered his way into the kitchen, wondering what to make for the brat. His cooking skills were limited he would admit but he opted for rice and chicken.
In the rather large kitchen, he found Itachi sitting quietly with a book and a cup of green tea. He glanced up and regarded the puppet silently with a tiny dip of his head in greeting.
"Sasori-san," he murmured, "How is your partner?"
The puppet scowled as he pulled out a saucepan and a bag of rice.
"Too stupid to realise that three days is not enough time to recover from a near death experience," he grumbled, "He is going to die an early death. I told you this."
Itachi nodded, returning to his book.
"Leader-sama would prefer that he not die," he remarked softly, "He is an asset to the organisation."
Sasori nodded, stirring the rice.
"Hence why I haven't killed him yet," he replied.
A silence fell over them; both content to ignore the other's presence and continue on their own ways. Once the rice and chicken was ready, Sasori served it up on a plate and grabbed a set of chopsticks before heading out of the door.
"Sasori," Itachi called back, catching his attention.
"What did you do with Deidara?" he asked, not bothering to look up from his book.
"Handcuffed him to the bed," Sasori replied, not even blinking at the somewhat odd question.
"Where did you get handcuffs from?"
"You'd be amazed at what gets left lying around this place…"
"I see."
Deidara twisted his hand this way and that, forcing it out of the handcuff. Having mouths on one's hands had many uses. Currently, he had managed to coat his right hand in enough saliva to squeeze it out of the handcuff. It was uncomfortable and rather disgusting but he couldn't care less. All that matter was that he would soon be free.
"There un!" he grinned, flexing his wrist, scowling at the red marks, he wiped his hand off on the sheets and went to work on his other hand. This time, he was just able to reach his weapons belt, which was still lying discarded on the ground from earlier and grab a lock pick out of it. His tongue poked out as he picked the lock as carefully as possible, conscious of the fact that he had never been very good at picking locks. Blowing them up was easier.
Finally, the cuff clicked and fell away, freeing his throbbing wrist. With a sigh of relief, he shoved on his shoes, headband and utility belt. Darting from the room, he ran down the hall quickly and quietly. He heard movement in the kitchen and silently cursed himself.
Sasori had said he would be bringing him food. Well, he would be gone by then, damn what that puppet said. Creeping behind him, he snuck down another hall to get to the exit. Turning around, he walked straight into something solid.
A wall?
No, too soft for that. Looking up, dread crawled over the bomber like insects, feeding on any hope that remained for his freedom.
Standing before him was Pein, who was standing with his arms crossed in the middle of the hall. Deidara swallowed slightly, careful not to look in his eyes. He kept his own icy blue orbs glued to the floor.
"Deidara," Pein said softly, his voice sending chills down the blonde's spine, "Why are you sneaking about."
"I…uh-I was going for a walk un," he stammered quickly, cursing himself for stammering.
"I see. And why do you have all of your weapons for a simple walk?"
"In case of an attack un," he lied much more smoothly, "I can't be caught off guard. Not like last time."
"Ah yes," Pein murmured, "I recall being informed of that incident. However, that was just three days ago. You surely can't have healed already?"
Deidara almost winced a little.
"Uh…yeah but…I-uh," he began to try and explain but Pein simply held up a hand.
"You need to learn how to listen to good advice Deidara," he stated coldly, "Your partner Sasori is also your superior as he has been a member of this organisation for longer. Disrespecting him means you disrespect this organisation."
Deidara's chin was forced up by a cold finger. He looked Pein in the eye.
"And that means you disrespect me by default."
Deidara froze up before falling limply into Pein's arms, twitching and trembling, completely paralysed. The leader carried him like a child's rag doll back to his room and removed his shoes, headband, utility belt and weapons pouch before cuffing the blonde to the bed again.
"I believe Sasori does not need to know about this," he said dryly, "I think you've learned your lesson."
Deidara nodded absently, still wide eyed and shaking from whatever Pein had just done to him. He wasn't entirely sure, he could barely remember it; just the feeling of dread.
And then he was alone again, the leader having vanished without a sound.
"Brat, I made you dinner," Sasori announced, opening the door after the slightly awkward conversation with Itachi about the handcuffs. He was suspicious when he realised the room was silent, immediately checking to see that Deidara was indeed still in his room-not that he could have escaped from the handcuffs.
"Brat?" Sasori queried as he approached the bed. Deidara was lying wide eyed and trembling, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. The puppet set the plate of food and chopsticks on the side to examine his partner.
"Deidara, what's wrong with you?" he asked, an eyebrow raised and placed a hand against his forehead. Not warm, so he didn't have a fever. Deidara snapped to attention, offering a lazy grin and a shrug.
"Nothing Danna…I'm cold un," he said softly, eyes landing on the rice and chicken, "Is that for me?"
Sasori snorted as he unlocked the handcuffs and threw an extra blanket at the boy.
"No it's for me," he retorted, "Who else is gonna eat it?"
The moment the handcuffs were off, Deidara landed on the plate like a starved animal, eating so fast he had to stop and gasp for air, only to grunt in pain from his injuries. Sasori merely rolled his eyes and picked up the discarded equipment on the floor, attempting to block out the rather repulsive image of Deidara stuffing his face; he looked like a damn chipmunk!
After he had eaten and set the plate down, the bomber wiped his mouth with his hand and smiled softly at the puppet master.
"Thanks Danna un," he mumbled, "I'm gonna sleep now."
Sasori raised an eyebrow, picking up the plate.
"Are you going to try to escape again?" he queried, "You know I'm not that stupid brat."
Deidara didn't respond but simply rolled over and huddled himself under his blankets. Rolling his eyes, the puppet left the room to leave the dishes in the kitchen. If that damn blonde wasn't still in his bed by the time he got back, there really would be hell to pay.