"Hey, I asked you a question punk. What the fuck are you doing in my house?" the angry dirty-blonde haired man growled, his eyes glowing with anger. Deidara's father was by no means a small man. He towered over the ginger haired teen, a menacing aura coming from him.
Sasori ground his teeth together, feeling nothing less than pure hate for the man in front of him. "You're the one that did this to Deidara, to your own son! Why the hell would you do something like this!" he yelled in the man's face, who just smirked smugly.
"Because, he's a worthless headache. But I've finally found one use for the good-for-nothing twerp," the older man began, grasping a handful of the sleeping blonde's hair and yanking him forcefully away from Sasori, "wake up sleeping beauty, you've got work to do."
Crying out in pain, Deidara looked up to see the cold, hard eyes of his father glaring down at him. "No, let me go, un! Please!" the blonde pleaded, squirming to get away. He was so close to leaving this place for good he could taste it. Now the one person who couldn't stand him the most was stopping him? What sense did that make?
"Back off!" Sasori roared launching his fist at the tall man, only to feel all the air rush out of him from a sharp kick to the stomach before he could land a hit.
"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, kid." the dirty-blonde chuckled, dragging a struggling Deidara by the hair to his car.
"NO! Sasori! Where are you taking me!" the blue eyes cried, weakly clawing at the hand dragging him.
"Some very important men want to 'rent' you for the weekend for a nice amount of money, and if you know what's good for you, you'll do what they tell you to, understa-OOF!" before he could finish, Deidara's father was tackled to the ground by Sasori. Surprised by the sudden attack, he let go of his painful grip on the blue eyes, who quickly scrambled away.
"Fucking old man!" Sasori growled, throwing and landing punches on the older man as a still shaken Deidara watched on in awe.
"I'll kill you!" Feeling one of his fists catch, the ginger head realized Deidara's father had his fist in a vice-like grip. Quickly turning the tables of their struggle, the dirty-blonde twisted Sasori's arm behind his back and was now looming over the teen. Grunting in pain, Sasori attempted to get out of the painful hold, trying unsuccessfully to jab at the man with his free hand.
"You brat! I should break your arm right now!" the provoked man hissed, spitting blood from the teen's earlier blows.
"Fuck you, you twisted bastard! You're not going to hurt Deidara anymore! I won't let you!" Sasori yelled, seeing nothing but red from his pumping adrenalin. God, if he ever got out of the old man's grip he'd kill him!
"Is that so?" A wicked grin spread across the dirty-blonde's face as he continued to twist Sasori's arm until he heard a satisfying 'snap' and a pained scream from the writhing red head under him. Smirking at his handiwork, the sadistic man threw the teen on his now broken arm only to hear him let out another agonizing scream.
"NO!" Deidara cried out, running to a groaning Sasori. "Please don't hurt him anymore! I'll do what you want, OK! J-just don't hurt him!" The blonde's emotion's got the better of him again as he felt tears going down his face for the third time that day.
"Tch!" was the only reply he got from his irritated father, before he grabbed the blue eyes by the arm dragging him to his car.
"Deidara! Don't! You don't have to go with him!" Sasori hollered after him, staggering to his feet. It was true, he was no longer in any shape to fight against the older man but he'd be damned if he didn't try! He'd fight tooth and nail to protect his love!
"Danna...I'll be okay, really. I was okay before you found out about all this, so would it be any different if you hadn't ever known?" the blue eyes spoke sadly before momentarily perking up. "Just go home. I'll see you at school Monday, un!" Deidara said happily, flashing a genuine smile before his father pushed him into the passenger side of the car and slammed the door.
"No...WAIT! DEIDARA!" Running to the car, Sasori, forgetting the pain in his arm, pulled the door handle with all his force, only to find it locked. "Deidara, don't go!" he pleaded, banging on the car as it pulled out of the driveway, screeching away.
"Deidara..." the red head whispered hopelessly, dropping to his knees. All the things he'd said to the blonde. He said he'd protect him. He said he wouldn't let that bastard hurt him again! And God knows what the fuck was going to happen to him now. Now all he could do was sit on his ass and wait.
A/N if some of you are wondering, here are some of deidara's father is 5 feet 12inches. He is very muscularly built. He has buzz cut dirty-blonde hair. He has brown eyes.
next chapter will be about dei's hellish weekend
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