(A/N) This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Naruto world, which is owned by Masashi Kishimoto. I do not claim any ownership over any of his characters or the world of Naruto. This story is my own invention and is for entertainment only. This is rated M for a few reasons: language, violence, themes of abuse, sex and more. Thank you for reading, please enjoy!

Yatsuko fixed her gaze towards the far corner of the room fearing a meltdown were she to catch his gaze. Sweat and dampness enveloped her, Yatsuko shut her eyes as a small lump forming in her throat. When she heard Deidara sit beside her, she merely pursed her lips tightly trying her best to hold it together. The feeling of his fingers brushing her cheeks caused her to jerk fiercely away in disgust. The thought of his touch that once enthralled and filled her with such anticipation now only seemed to infuriate and disgust.

"You're bleeding you know?" He asked softly, returning his hand to his side. "A good bit too, hmm," Yatsuko said nothing in reply, merely continued to glare at the wall. It didn't matter how much pain she was in or how much blood she was, he was the last person she ever wanted help from. Yatsuko was thankful to be away from Hidan but wished Deidara would just fix this mess he dragged her into. He let out a sharp sigh, the tension in the room was palatable. "You must be hungry you've been here for nearly a two days now." He shifted in closer to her, before she could try and squirm away he gripped her right arm tightly. " What so you're just not going to talk to me now? Jeez, I never would've detonated my bombs if I knew it was you, you think I want to keep you tied up here or something?" Yatsuko focused on the wall not wanting to give him the satisfaction of her attention. "Are you mad I covered you in them so you wouldn't try and run? You know I never would've set them off, that was just for appearances, you understand?" Yatsuko continued to sit silently, lips pursed glaring at the wall, "Quit being so dramatic onna, three years have passed, and you still haven't grown up at all." His words stung worse then the wound Hidan had just inflicted. "I can't believe how hard you actually hit me I thought I might've cracked a rib or something_."

"Shut up!" She snapped sharply cutting him off, Deidara caught his breath and watched her silently. Yatsuko shut her eyes once again, trying to wade through the many emotions running through her head. She took a shaky breath, having trouble forming a coherent sentence. All she knew was that she wasn't going to sit there and let him act like he had done nothing wrong. Everything was wrong, and it was all his fault. He had left her behind. How dare he look at her as though nothing had changed between them. A pain panged at her chest when she finally looked at Deidara his expression seemed to be that of a dejected child. His mouth was downturned in a crooked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I kinda thought you would've missed me Yatsu-chan_." The mention of her nickname quickly snapped her back to reality. He was not the childhood friend she had once known. He was a terrorist a murderer and worst of all a traitor.

"Yatsuko-san to you." She fumed hotly at him, " You no longer have the right to address me so informally. Any affection or kinship I once felt for you went up with the smoke from those bombs." His expression remained alarmingly calm as she continued "How could you think that I would ever miss you? You promised me nothing bad would happen, you swore you would be by my side the whole time. Then you decide to go off and blow up the village leaving me behind to deal with the consequences! Do you know how long they had me locked up? The only reason they didn't kill me was that Onoki believed that you forced me to help!" Yatsuko locked her dark eyes with him, he held her gaze his icy hues narrowing at her remarks. "What makes you think I could ever forgive you? Did you think I had just forgotten?" She took a gasping breath still managing to keep her tears from falling. "I wake up every morning, and everything around me is a mess, and it's all your fault. You used me, and then you abandoned me. I was the only one in the village stupid enough... I trusted you, I loved ... You let me down." Deidara was silent for a moment before shaking his head slightly. His mouth fixed into a defensive frown. She eyed him breathlessly, curious as to what he made of all this. "I'll never stop hating you for it." She panted, a smirk returned to his lips.

"I haven't forgotten anything about that night, not a single thing. After all, that night was one of my better works of art, it was the beginning of a new and improved style. I had my reasons for leaving you behind I don't have time to get into them right now. You can say you haven't missed or you hate me all you want, I don't believe it, not for a second. If you truly hated me like you claim you do you never would've pulled your punch or hesitated to kill me earlier, hmm." Yatsuko gasped, feeling deeply ashamed that he had noticed that. Deidara sighed, his cool facade seeming to crumble for a moment. "I meant what I said, I truly wanted to take you with me. I tried to go back for you, but by then it was too late." Deidara said. He must've gone insane since the last time she had seen him. How could he actually try to justify what he had done? " You helped me steal the kinjutsu, very willingly I might add. It's not my fault you never showed up at the rendezvous point, you knew what I planned to do I guess you just lost your nerve. I'm lots of things, but a liar has never been one of them, hmm."

Yatsuko fell silent, yes she knew he intended to steal the kinjutsu. However, she never knew he planned to try and decimate the town with it. By the time she had realized what had happened, she was taken into custody for questioning. She was far too exhausted and hungry to continue arguing with an insane person, sighing she hung her head in defeat.

"What do you want with me? Why did you take me with you to this awful place… You should've just convinced your 'danna' to let me go. I never wanted to see you alive again."

"Listen stop being over dramatic onna." He snapped before glancing over his shoulder. "Like I just said, I can't talk to you about this all right now, ok? Just know it's in your best interest to continue pretending we've never met. These people are no friends of mine, and won't be a friend to you either. You just need to trust me on this, hmm." He gazed over at her tenderly, a look she had not seen in years. One that she had expected to never see again. For a moment all those years of hardened resentment seemed to soften. For one brief moment, it was almost enough to make her forget what he had done. "Whether you like me, hate me, want me, love me, want to kill me whatever it doesn't matter anymore I'm the guy you're stuck with for now. So just shut up and deal with it, hmm." He said sternly.

Yatsuko would have beat him to beat him to a bloody pulp if she could. How could he be so conceited to think she's want to spend one more second with him. Deidara still didn't let her know what he was trying to accomplish by keeping her here and have the nerve to act like he was doing her a favor. How was holding her captive helping at all? Deidara gave her an arrogant smirk before throwing her over his shoulder and taking her from the cold, damp room.

"Let go of me!" She squirmed futilely in his tight grasp. "Why would I ever do anything you say? How dare you expect me to trust a single word you say, you snake!" Deidara chuckled smugly at her a few tresses of his golden hair falling in front of his face from her struggle. Yatsuko opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it.

Right now the only other two people she knew were, Sasori, a man who openly said he wanted to kill her and make her into a human puppet and Hidan; the guy who nearly orgasmed while inflicting great pain on her by using some awful ritual that made him into some creepy human voodoo doll. Her eyes cast downward with a substantial disappointment, he, unfortunately, was the lesser evil right now. Yatsuko cringed as her shoulder panged with a sharp pain.

"Wait, you don't have to answer that… Just cut my binding off already asshole. You tied them so damn tight I can barely feel my fingers!" She looked over at him in frustration; Deidara simply shook his head dismissing the idea.

"Of course I tied them tightly." He said flatly, "Do you think I'm dumb enough to actually cut your hands free? You don't use weapons to fight just your body. I've seen and felt first hand the damaged you can do I'd have to be an absolute moron to free your hands. Just try and trust me, I'm doing this for your own good. We both know you won't be able to behave yourself and keep those things to yourself if I do. I don't think you understand the gravity situation you've put yourself in this time."

"What are you talking about 'this time'? I didn't do anything wrong, you're the shit head who got me into this mess! Untie me right now so I can kill you! I fucking hate you!" Deidara shot her a warning look before a sigh escaped his lips.

"See that's exactly the type of thing I'm talking about, now isn't the time for your little outbursts." Her cheeks flushed red when he said it like that it was hard not to feel childish. "I'll cut your legs free for you only because you're heavier than you look," Before she could open her mouth, Deidara slid her down from his shoulder and pressed her against the wall. "I'm serious Yatsuko if you start doing something dumb they will kill you and I won't be able to stop it. Just don't be a moron, hmm. " After pulling a kunai from his belt, he swiftly cut the rope that bound her legs. He clasped his hand around her Within moments the pair continued down the hall his hand tightly clamped around her upper arm.

"You're the moron," She snapped at him, "The same moron that got me in this whole great fucking situation, I don't know which is worse this or the last shit show you got me involved with when you betrayed the village. I know your arrogance knows no bounds, but surely you even see how you have to be the last person I'd ever want trust." His face hardened before he shrugged at her coldly, his grip tightened with a smirk. "And I told you, it's Yatsuko-san to you! Don't think you can be so familiar with me! Also stop calling me onna! It's Yatsuko-san or nothing!" Deidara rolled his eyes.

"You say that like I actually give a shit about your opinion right now onna, hmm." His voice had become noticeably hushed, it was apparent he didn't want the conversation to be overheard. "Now just shut up and follow me. If you must say something make it something believable like_."

"Where are you taking me anyway? What do they think I'm doing here? When the fuck can I go home?" She cut him off.

"Well, I guess those acceptable questions a new prisoner would ask, though you should probably beg for forgiveness or mercy_."

"I'm not acting! I want to know where you're taking me right now! What are you planning on doing with me? Why do the others think you're keeping me around?" He stopped abruptly before giving her a wicked smirk and flashing his right palm its tongue moving suggestively.

"What the fuck is that!" Yatsuko shrieked.

"Now whos the moron?" He said flatly as she cringed, disgusted by his new freakish palms and suggestion. "I'm just taking you to my room idiot, you won't have to worry about any of them bothering you in there. I guess you haven't noticed, but you're losing a good bit of blood and the clothes your in are well... In pretty bad shape." Yatsuko glanced down, she was in fact still bleeding from her freshly inflicted wound. Her maroon top was torn and covered in fresh as well as dried blood, her shorts faired no better. It was hard to see how deep the wound itself was under the blood that continued to flow.

"Couldn't you just let them all know we are acquainted," Yatsuko tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but to no avail. "Tell them you know I won't say a word about any of this. Then I'll go on my way and complete my mission, and we can all forget about this…" She was lying of course; she couldn't go back home and not tell them she knew where Deidara was.

"Listen, it wouldn't work out like that, you're still such an awful liar by the way. Shut up and follow me." Their footsteps echoed as they walked through the dark filth covered hall. It was filled with numerous similar small cell-like rooms each more dilapidated than the last. To her relief, it appeared none of the others were occupied. It seemed to stretch on forever, she wondered what this place had been before these people had come to live here before.

With another abrupt turn the came to the end of the hallway they, one oversized metal door lay before them. Deidara finally released his grasp on her arm before reaching for his key. Yatsuko eyed him suspiciously, she leaned back to peak down the hallway once more. Her heart dropped when it seemed escape was unlikely. Each hall was as endless and poorly lit as the last.

"Come on, hurry up and get inside before anyone else sees you, hmm" He nudged her inside the room gently. The once white walls were covered in years of grime and neglect. Only one dim, flickering fluorescent light lit the mid-sized room. Deidara nudged her again, pushing further into his place. Clay sculptures of all shapes and sizes lined the walls of the room, she shifted uneasily under their gaze. A decent sized bed lay pressed into the corner of the room, it's forest green sheets were worn and nearly tattered. Deidara waved her in the direction of the workstation he had set up in the corner adjacent to the bed.

Yatsuko sat on the simple and splintering wooden seat, stealing a glance at the unfinished sculpture that lay before her. She shut her eyes for a moment, hoping the smell could take her back to better times. It didn't. Yatsuko had been so busy observing the room she hadn't even noticed Deidara had hung his gaudy black cloak on the back of the door. Her eyes fixed themselves to his unexpectedly well-toned arms, he seemed a lot stronger than the last time she had seen him. Her cheeks flushed red as his eyes caught hers, he smirked knowing she had just been observing his well-sculpted body. She instantly cast her gaze back to the sculpture, wondering why he hadn't finished it.

"This is where you sleep now?" Yatsuko asked, trying to keep her mind off how attractive he still looked despite everything. The more Yatsuko looked around, the worse she felt for him. It was dark, cluttered and bland. Precisely the type of place Deidara always hated. The room itself was significantly smaller than his last studio, and in his studio, there was little else aside from his station, clay and his completed works. Yatsuko would spend many hours with him there, sitting in the window watching him work the clay for hours at a time. There was nothing quite like the look he got when he felt passionate about something.

"Sometimes," He answered shortly pulling her from her thoughts."I suppose it's where you'll be sleeping from now on. Deidara crouched down to her level as he ran his thumb along the gash on her cheek. It stung causing her to flinch away from his touch ever so slightly. His face soured as an annoyed groan escaped his lips as he wiped her blood on his black slacks. "I can't believe that asshole actually cut you up like this. Sit tight, hmm." Yatsuko glared over at him, as though she had any other choice but to sit there. He dug through a small closet, throwing scrolls and crumpled black clothes in a small pile beside him. When he pulled out a black duffle bag, he returned to where she sat before pushing his unfinished work to the side and dumping the contents on the table beside her. She was relieved when she saw bandages antiseptic and the like.

"Uhm..." She stuttered out as Deidara turned his attention back to her. He pulled a kunai from his belt before clutching the collar of her shirt and pulling the fabric taut. Yatsuko squirmed uncomfortably as he peered down at her.

"I said I hold still onna." Yatsuko squirmed helplessly as he tried to straddle her, he swiftly cut the top of her shirt. Without thinking she promptly kicked him into a statue on the other side of the room. He landed with a shatter, Yatsuko perked up, her shirt slowly beginning to slip from her chest the straps and cups of her light pink bra now clearly visible.

"Just what do you think you're doing you pervert?" Yatsuko snapped, ready to kick him again if need be. Was he actually intending to force himself on her? She thought that was only a crude joke. "Don't you dare touch me like that ever again!" She screamed he cheeks flushing bright red as her shirt slipped lower and lower on her chest with each word.

"Seriously! What the hell's your problem?! I know you haven't eaten in a few days, but you're acting like a foolish little girl!" Deidara shouted before jumping to his feet, he glared down at the statue they had destroyed while angerly dusting himself off. "Look what you made me do! You're so lucky that one wasn't made of explosive clay or we'd both be dead, hmm." He made his way towards her once more, his irritation seeming to grow by the moment. "Don't even think about kicking me again or I'll tie your legs back up and throw you back in that damn cell, hmm." Yatsuko shook her head frantically, desperately wanting to not go back there. Deidara sighed, "So if you're done being an idiot sit still and let me look at your wound before you bleed to death onna." Yatsukos face still flushed as she tried desperately to hold her tattered garment over her chest.

"No, wait!" She said while glancing at the floor, for whatever dumb reason this moment felt embarrassing beyond belief. "St-Stop calling me onna!"

"Pfft, you are are asking a lot considering your current position. 'Don't call me Yatsu' 'Don't call me onna'. 'Don't look at my puny pathetic boobs.'" Deidara said with a scoff, "You act as though anyone would ever actually want to see your boobs, there's no man alive who'd care about sneaking a peek at something so something so puny." He remarked coldly, yet she noticed his eyes glancing towards her chest as he spoke. Yatsuko glared at the floor, feeling oddly self-conscience by his remark. Sure she wasn't the most well-endowed girl in the world, but she wouldn't call her chest 'puny.'

"They're not that small, well not anymore." She mumbled under her breath, Deidara seemed to ignore her as he began to observe her left shoulder. He rinsed the blood from the wound, Yatsuko watched as he sucked his teeth and shook his head slightly.

"Sure keep telling yourself that...God, he went all the way through, what a sick fuck, I'm going to have to stitch it up, hmm. Don't move." Yatsuko remained frozen in her seat as he poured antiseptic on the wound. She observed him as he clumsily began suturing her wound shut. The process seemed to hurt nearly as bad as the wound itself, she winced causing her shirt to slip down to her stomach, fulling exposing her bra, she hardly cared anymore.

Yatsuko was too fixated on not screaming and wondering where he had learned to patch a wound like that. He had never been a skilled medic, and though the stitches were sloppy, they would hold. He bound her upper arm and shoulder in a tight, clean bandage and dumped some water to clear the blood from his hands.

"That should do it, hmm." Deidara began throwing the items back into the bag. "How does it feel?" Yatsuko slowly rose to her feet and moved her arm as much as she could with her restraints. She gave him a sharp nod before walking over towards his bed.

"It hurts like a bitch, asshole." Deidara narrowed his eyes, that clearly wasn't what he wanted to hear. After a tense onesided stare down Yatsuko relented. "Thanks, this should be fine." She stated gruffly, she glanced up at him shyly suddenly feeling very exposed. Yatsuko stood up and began to look around the room a little more, "Can you give me a new shirt or something? You took all of my things and completely ruined that one."

Deidara smirked before walking towards her and pressing her gently onto the bed. Yatsuko looked up at him, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable as he put his full weight down on her lap. She glanced towards the side of the room, unable to meet his full gaze. This was so like him, he never could pass up an opportunity to embarrass her.

"How are you going to make it up to me, hmm?" He looked at her expectantly tracing her jawline with his fingers before forcing her to meet his gaze. "First I saved you in the cave, then from Hidan, now I've stitched you up, and you're going to ask me for another favor?" She squirmed uncomfortably under his look, smirking he brushed his fingers along the length of her neck. "That's asking a lot from me, especially when you consider the fact that you 'hate me' now." He mocked while moving his hand to her trace collarbone. A tongue popped out from his hand leaving a slick trail of saliva in its wake. She futilely tried to squirm away from him. The more her cheeks flushed, the larger his grin became until he finally locked his eyes with her. "Well, I'm waiting onna, hmm?"

"Stop." She said weakly, shutting her eyes and turning from him. He ignored her, leaning down closer. His scent filled her nose, still the same even after all these years. "Please... Just stop toying with me. " He sat back up, it seemed for a moment he would heed her request. Yatsuko wanted to kiss him almost as badly as she wished she to beat the shit out of him. He pressed her back down against his bed before studying her nearly bare body.

"I'll never forgive that asshole Hidan for marring you like this, hmm." He brushed his fingertips along her freshly sutured wound gingerly before suddenly ripping the remainder of the shirt exposing her small frame. Yatsuko shifted under his weight, trying to shield her nakedness from him, unsure of what he was getting from doing all of this. A slight frown crossed his lips as he trailed his fingers along some of the many scars that littered her pale, honied flesh. She was a kunoichi after all, battles and pain were a way of life. In the years he'd been away she had seen countless fights and many injuries. Deidara sucked his teeth, before pushing himself off abruptly.

Yatsuko sighed her heart pounding out of her chest as he pulled out a black t-shirt with mesh sleeve and a pair of black pants. She gawked over at him, confused but thankful for his sudden change of heart.

"Hurry up, before I change my mind, hmm." He huffed Yatsuko quickly slipped into the pants before looking up at him. "Oh, that's right... I still don't trust you to not do anything dumb..."

"So you're going to have me walk around topless?!" Yatsuko exclaimed. Deidara shrugged.

"You act as though you're breasts were some wonder to behold, hmm. Stop acting so childish." He chided. "Besides you're not 'walking around' anywhere, you're staying in here. Well at least until I can figure something better out Yatsu, hmm."

"Quit insulting me!" Deidara flicked her nose, for a moment there was a silence so dense it could be cut with a knife. Yatsukos scrunched up her face anticipating another but instead was greeted by the sound of laughter. Looking at him laughing so warmly at her made her doubt everything once again. Before she knew it, laughter was spilling from her lips as well. For a moment things almost seemed normal, things almost seemed right.

(A/N)

Hope you all enjoyed this weeks chapter; hopefully, you all didn't mind how long it was. Thank you caamy for the review! I have this story written up to chapter 12 already, so you don't have to worry about me just stopping randomly. Honestly, this has been the most enjoyable fanfiction I've ever written. Let me know what you all think about everything in either the reviews or private message. Also, the M rating will be coming into play more shortly.