Most of this is a flashback with a lot of backstory. I hope you like it because I'm bad with flashbacks.
Hidan is much too fatherly in this. I just realized this, so sorry. Oh, and I would love to make Hidan swear more in the flashback, but I'm pretty sure thay didn't us words like 'fuck' back then. Not that the rest of the flashback is very historically correct anyway. Oh well, just ignore all the modern speech patterns and pretend that they are more ancient. I don't know how ancient people spoke, so I just wrote it normally.
So this is all backstory. I'll put more Sasodei goodies in later chapters I promise. I didn't edit this as much as I should have, so there's probably some mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
"Oh hell no you are not!" Hidan said, moving the blond behind him. Deidara gave a little whine of protest, but Hidan ignored it.
Sasori sneered at them.
"What, the wittle concubine can't take care of himself? Aww." Sasori mocked in a baby voice.
"Shut up, un." Came Deidara's annoyed voice, slightly muffled by Hidan in front of him.
Hidan took up a fighting stance when Itachi took a step closer to them.
Deidara glared at Hidan's back and pouted childishly. He could damn well take care of himself, thank you very much. He didn't need someone to act as his shield, and he most certainly did not need to be protected, not anymore…
A young silver-haired guard patrolled the streets. He ignored the pleas for help from the poor and destitute lining the street in the poorer district.
The streets were littered with filth and the buildings on either side of the street had turned grimy brown instead of the rich, reddish color the mud-bricks used to be. Many people were out in the street, looking for food or shelter.
Normally, Hidan would ignore most of them because that was what they taught him when he was trained to be a guard. However, his attention was drawn when a small blond boy tripped and fell at his feet.
Without a word, the boy picked himself up from the ground.
Hidan could clearly see the boy didn't eat well, his clothes hung off his thin frame and his pants were barely clinging to his skinny waist. His clothes were tattered and torn. His long blond hair was dirty and looked ill-taken care of. All in all, it was pretty obvious he was poor.
"Hey, blondie!"
The boy stiffened and turned to see two haggard men smirking at him. The boy backed away a step, accidentally knocking into Hidan, who was just behind him. He lost his balance and was about to fall, arms flailing.
The boy stared up in amazement when Hidan caught his wrist and pulled him up, catching him before he fell. The blond blinked in confusion for a moment before smiling slightly at Hidan in thanks. Hidan noticed the boy was out of breath, probably from running from the men chasing him.
The men stopped when they saw the boy was with a guard, and watched Hidan uneasily.
Hidan noticed them eying him.
"Go." Hidan jerked his head at them. They scrambled to do as he said, afraid of being arrested.
When they were gone, Hidan looked down at the small boy, whose wrist he still held. The boy was staring up at him with crystal blue eyes, obviously still stunned someone had stopped to help him.
"Hey kid," Hidan started. "Where's your parents?"
"…I don't know. What are parents?" The boy said hesitantly.
Hidan took this as he was an orphan.
"Okay, what's your name?" He ignored the blond's question. "And how old are you?"
"I don't have one." The boy said. "Usually people just call me 'blondie' or 'brat'. I'm nine, sir, un."
"Hmm. How would you like to come and stay with me?" Hidan asked.
"Really?" The blond seemed excited. Hidan nodded. "Of course I will! That would be nice, sir."
"Call me Hidan." Hidan said with a chuckle.
The boy gripped Hidan's arm as he lead the blond through town to his home. Hidan pulled the kid through the doorway of his mud-brick home. The boy gazed around at his sparsely furnished home as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Hidan's one-room home consisted of two small chairs, a table a small stove in the corner, and a tiny cot in the very back . There were several jars and dishes of varying sizes near the stove, made of clay. There were two rugs, one near the cot and one near the stove to warm it up.
To Hidan, it was a simple home, after all, supplies were expensive and it had taken him a while even to come by the chairs. To the boy, it was all surreal. He was invited into a home, not to visit, but to stay!
Hidan cleared his throat uncomfortably before speaking.
"The toilet is the hole in the back." Hidan pointed to a small space behind his house, where a hole was dug for his toilet.
"Thank you so much, un." The boy said gratefully.
"Heh, no problem." Hidan chuckled. "Since you don't have a name, I'll name you. Can't just call you 'kid' all the time."
The boy tilted his head in a childish fashion, waiting for him to continue.
"…Hmm. How about…Yuki? That's a Japanese name." Hidan added at the boy's confused expression.
The boy shook his head sullenly. "That's too girly-sounding, un." He said distastefully.
"Hidan frowned, thinking. "Oh, um, how about Deidara?"
"Dei-da-ra?" The boy said slowly.
"Yes, Deidara, it's a Japanese name." Hidan said.
The boy smiled, blue eyes twinkling. "I like it, un."
From then on, things were never the same for Hidan.
Eventually he had told Deidara of being a vampire and moving from Japan, though he never said why he moved. The blond, far from rejecting Hidan, practically embraced his oddness.
Hidan had to share his skinny cot with the kid, and he was glad that the boy was so small so he could fit. However, as he grew older, it was increasingly difficult to share with the blond, as he had to split his own rations.
Despite the hardships of his living space, they always seemed to get along fine. Deidara was always the type that was happy for someone else's good fortune, like when Hidan was moved up to the King's personal guard.
Hidan thought that it would be nice if Deidara could get a job as well, so he could earn his own keep. So, the silver-haired guard decided to introduce him to the King in hopes that he would be accepted among the guards.
(This is years later when Deidara's sixteen)
"Come along, Deidara." Hidan said, walking briskly through the palace. Deidara was lagging behind, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his plain white tunic when everyone else was wearing embroidered fancy clothing.
Deidara hurried to catch up to Hidan as he entered a great hall. The silver-haired guard waited for his sixteen-year-old friend to catch up before continuing down the large room to the raised platform at the end, where an impatient Ramses II waited.
"My King." Hidan bowed slightly, motioning for Deidara to do the same. The blond quickly bowed as well.
Ramses gazed lazily at Hidan as he straightened up. Deidara straightened as soon as he noticed Hidan had.
"What is this about, Hidan?" Ramses asked, voice full of proud authority.
"I was wondering if you had a place in your palace for my friend, Deidara, sir." Hidan glanced at the blond, who was struggling not to stare at Ramses.
Ramses gazed at Deidara, examining him silently. Finally he gave a small nod.
"Yes, I do." Ramses said with a small, hard-to-decipher smirk. Hidan waited for Ramses to speak again. "Hidan, take him to my private harem."
Hidan's eyes widened and he stared at Ramses in slight disgust and shock.
"But-"
"Are you defying me, Hidan?" Ramses asked in a dangerous voice.
"N-No." Hidan said after a second's hesitation. Hidan looked at the floor, dejected.
Deidara tilted his head at Hidan.
"Hidan?" Deidara asked, unaware of what was going on.
"Dei…" Hidan hesitated telling Deidara what was going to happen. "We should go. T-Thank you, King." Hidan had problems saying thank you for what the King had done.
You might be wondering what is so bad about Deidara being added to the King's harem. Well, the problem with that is that once you are the King's concubine, you are not allowed to leave his harem, meaning that Deidara had to stay in the King's palace all the time. And if Deidara was forced to stay in the palace, Hidan knew he would not be able to visit the blond very often.
Hidan cast a glance at Deidara, saddened. The boy was only sixteen, for god's sake! He had his whole life ahead of him and now he had to spend it in the palace, being a virtual sex slave.
Hidan just couldn't bring himself to tell Deidara this as they entered a pretty garden that was guarded by two burly guards.
When Hidan stopped in the middle of the garden, Deidara cocked his head curiously.
"Hidan, un? What are we doing here?" Deidara asked. Hidan lowered his head, staring at the ground, refusing to meet Deidara's eyes. "Hidan?"
Hidan flinched lightly when he felt one of the guard's hands on his shoulder, a signal that he had to leave.
"Bye, Dei." Hidan whispered.
He could feel Deidara's confused gaze follow him as he was led away by the guard.
Feeling horribly guilty for leaving the blond in such a position, Hidan snuck back into the harem a few days later.
Hidan found Deidara sitting near the edge of a small pool , staring at the lilies that were floating on the surface, like snow on the surface of a blue gem.
"Deidara." Hidan called softly, not wanting to alert the guards.
The blond twitched and looked up. His face visibly brightened when he saw Hidan and he jumped up.
The guard at the door looked at him curiously for this movement, but said nothing as Deidara casually walked over to the bush Hidan was hidden by. The blond pretended to drop something and he crouched down behind the bush.
"Hidan!" Deidara whispered joyfully, hugging Hidan lightly before pulling away. "What happened? Why did you leave me here, Hida-kun?"
"Dei, that's what I came to talk about." Hidan forced himself to make eye contact with the blond. Deidara waited for Hidan to continue. Hidan took a deep breath. "Dei, I am so sorry…but you have to stay here. You can't live with me anymore…"
Deidara stared at Hidan in shock for a moment, before turning to confusion, then finally his face hardened as reality set in. He couldn't help but feel a small twinge of betrayal.
"Hidan…" Deidara whispered, tears filling his visible eye. "How could you, un?"
"No, Dei, I didn't want to!" Hidan hurriedly whispered. "It was Ramses, he wanted you in his harem."
"Is that what this is, un? A harem?" Deidara asked. The blond fingered the delicate sky blue tunic he wore. "They gave me these strange clothes to wear, Hidan…It's so rich and different, un."
Hidan bit his lip and for once cursed the blond's innocence. He probably should have told Deidara about these things when he was younger.
Deidara was still fingering his tunic while holding back tears of frustration and betrayal.
"Dei, do you know what a harem is?"
Deidara shook his head slightly, blinking away tears and forcing himself to pay attention.
"A harem is…where a man keeps his concubines." Hidan hesitated.
"Concubine?" Once again, Hidan cursed Deidara's innocence.
"Damn it. Yes. That is what you are now, Dei a concubine. Concubines serve their masters, in this case, the King obediently. They…pleasure him." Deidara's eyes widened when he realized exactly what concubines were for and a touch of fear crept into his eyes.
"B-But I don't want to, H-Hida-kun, un." Deidara stammered in fear.
Hidan sighed softly, gazing at Deidara apologetically.
"I know, Dei. I'm so sorry." Hidan repeated. "So sorry. I never wanted that bastard to touch you."
Small tears were tracking down Deidara's face and Hidan felt a surge of guilt and regret. Hidan pulled Deidara into a tight hug, hushing him quietly. They stayed that way for a few minutes until Deidara stopped crying.
"Can you visit me, un?" Deidara asked hopefully, sitting back a bit.
"Sorry, Dei. Maybe once in a while, but not often." Hidan said. Deidara looked downcast for a moment. When Deidara looked back up he saw Hidan staring at him with a mix of sadness and guilt.
From that moment, Deidara promised himself that he would never need to be protected again. He promised himself that he would become stronger so that Hidan didn't have to come running to his rescue all the time.
A few moments after he thought this, Hidan gave him one last hug before saying he had to go.
Deidara nodded unwillingly and stood up, making his way toward the guard after whispering a goodbye to Hidan.
I promise Hidan, Deidara thought, I'll be stronger next time you see me…
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Wow, Ijust realized that this chapter is like two times longer than my other ones...
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