(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 lay in bed staring over at Deidara; he was knocked out cold. She sighed, he must've come in late from a mission again. He looked so calm and welcoming in his slumber; she was almost tempted to slide in closer to him. Was it so wrong she craved the touch of another person? Being imprisoned was bringing out a weak, somewhat needy side of her, she hated it.
She sighed before slipping out of bed carefully trying her best not to disturb him; silently she grabbed a change of clothes. It didn't seem he would wake up anytime soon, taking a shower would be a better way to pass the time than laying there staring at him. Yatsuko walked through the long hallway, taking her time as she went. It didn't seem as ominous as it once did.
"Well look who it is, Deidara has been irritatingly tight-lipped on the subject of you." Sasori's calm voice stated. Yatsuko turned and glared at him. If it wasn't for him and his damned chakra binding her, she might've been able to run away. "You didn't strike me as the type to sit around complacently, and yet here you are wondering about no bindings of any sort and still very much alive." His face remained indifferent and unreadable. She shifted uncomfortably under his stare, trying her best to reign in her anger. "You're doing a good job of playing the 'good girl.'" His tone struck a chord in her, Yatsuko gritted her teeth in annoyance. His cold dead eyes remained fixated on her. The bastard was just trying to play into her emotions, she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction.
"Listen, kid; I don't want any trouble with you, just leave me alone." If she were to punch him into a million little pieces, Deidara or one of the others would surely kill her. Her jaw clenched along with her fists as she contemplated the best way to exit this infuriating conversation. Sasoris' lips curled into the smallest of smirks; it seemed he reveled in her frustration.
"Kid? That's a rather rude way for a prisoner to address one of her captors. Well, it appears he hasn't broken your spirit, not yet at least, not completely. That must be why he's still keeping you around. I suppose we'll wait until then to turn you into 'art, well at least what he foolishly considers art. If he were smart, he'd let me turn you into a puppet. Do you want to know how I do it?" Yatsuko scowled down at him, she wouldn't even dignify his remark with an answer, but Sasori didn't wait for a response. "First I would crack you open and make sure to remove all of your organs, next I would completely drain your body of blood that steps complete I could begin to clean and preserve you." It was hard not to tremble slightly under his fixated gray-brown optics. "Once I'm sure I've halted your decomposition, I would crack you open once more and fill you with all sorts of weapons and traps. It's a shame really; you would have been one of my more comely puppets. It's not too late though, I told Deidara the same thing. Sadly that fool can never fully comprehend true art."
"You'll have to try harder than that to provoke me. I'm not an idiot, where Dei and I come from doing brash and irrational things will only get you killed. We were taught to be tough, stubborn, unyielding and shrewd. I'd be stupid to try and run, even stupider to attack you, I've been brought under your control once before it won't happen again." Her nostrils flared with contempt as Sasori continued to watch her. "I don't know how many of you there are, I don't know where I am or how to even get out of here. What you call 'art' is almost as revolting as you!" The words slipped through her lips, her composure had slipped once again. "I'd rather be blown to bits then turned into some disgusting human puppet by the likes of you, you bastard! He hasn't broken my spirit and he never will. " She wasn't entirely sure how much truth her statement held, but it hardly mattered. In many ways, Deidara had broken her, though she'd never let Sasori know that.
"I don't know about that, hmm." Deidaras' voice called down the hall; he smirked as he sauntered over towards her. She froze as he stopped beside her and gently pushed her back into the wall. " Sasori-no-danna, what made you think I'd want to break that spirit of hers?" He ran his hand from her neck to her breast. She squirmed as he cupped it roughly in his hand, Sasori watched silently without reaction. "It's that intense and firey will that makes her so appealing to me; she's my muse. That temper that can flare up and any moment bursting like an explosion. If you were to turn her into a puppet, you would destroy the one thing that makes her so enticing, hmm."
"St-stop." She stuttered out before she could say another word. Deidara pushed his body against hers. Her cheeks flushed as he roughly pressed his lips to her mouth. Yatsuko froze, too shocked to react. When he tried to deepen the kiss, it was thankfully enough to snap her out of it. Quickly, without thinking she bit down on his bottom lip. Deidara pushed her away before bringing his hand to his lips. His icy blue eyes were piercing as he glared down at her, she spat at the ground attempting to get the metallic taste of his blood out of her mouth.
Before she could react, he brought his right hand against her cheek. Yatsuko gasped at the sheer pain and force of it. She glared back up at him, clutching her cheek shocked that he had struck her. Deidara shook his hand out while returning his attention to Sasori.
"You won't get that with one of your dumb old puppets. If she doesn't have any fight left, then it'd be boring, hmm." Deidara spat more blood onto the floor before smirking at her; he turned his gaze back to Sasori. "Isn't that right, Yatsu?" He seethed.
"You're such a fool Deidara. You would do well to remember what I told you," Sasori said before turning and leaving them alone. Yatsuko remained frozen, her hand grasping her cheek, back pressed against the wall. He grabbed her wrist tightly before dragging her behind him.
"Don't touch me." She growled, tearing her hand from his grasp as she pressed herself firmly against the wall and further from him. "Just stay away from me." Deidara rolled his eyes.
"I told you how things were now; you were supposed to keep your nose down and follow my lead." He said while grasping her wrist in his hand once more. Yatsuko glared up at him, before ripping it from his hand again.
"I was!" Rage flared through him as he went to grasp her once again. She pushed him away before taking a few cautious steps back.
"Telling me to stop and biting my lip is not following my lead, hmm!" He yelled."Also you kept forgetting to call me 'Danna', you even called me Dei a few times. You can't afford to slip up like that, hmm!"
"You can't just grope me and try to shove your tongue down my throat and not expect me to freak out! I never said that was ok! I thought it was just going to be implied that we had that sort of a relationship!" Deidara rolled his eyes at her comment before reaching for her once more. Yatsuko slapped him across the face, Deidara glared up at her quickly before smirking once more. "Even if I wanted anything to do with you, which I don't, I'm shy about these sorts of things. No girl wants to be felt up in front of someone else like that, it's embarrassing!"
"You're acting childish, have you forgotten you're supposed to be my prisoner! Last time I checked prisoners don't call the shots." He scolded. Yatsuko hated when called her childish, and he knew it. "You'd think I did some horrible thing, all I did was kiss you. It wasn't too long ago when you would've killed to have me to kiss you like that."
"Shut up." She snapped before she could strike him again he grasped her wrist tightly and pressed her against the wall. Yatsuko winced under the pressure of his grip. His face was dark; he was more than just annoyed, he was thoroughly enraged.
"No, you shut up." His grasp tightened. "You said you loved me once; you can't stand here and tell me that there isn't at least a part of you that still doesn't." Deidara pressed himself closer to her. "I don't believe that there's not one part of you left that didn't enjoy that. No, I know there was a part of you that wished I would go further. Look at you, even now your face is flushed, I can feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You want me to kiss you again, don't you? You're just too proud to admit it. If you apologize and beg for forgiveness, I might give you what you want, hmm." Deidara smirked at her, Yatsuko simply glared.
"Sasoris' right," She tore herself from his grasp once more and shoved him away " You are a fool," Yatsuko said before turning to leave. He was right; there was a time when she wanted nothing more than him. The sun rose and set around him, Deidara was the center of her universe. She even helped him betray her village, that was how much she loved him, but that was before.
Things were different now, he tricked her. He used her love and devotion for him and managed to twist it into something ugly and dangerous. He told her what she wanted to hear and she was foolish enough to believe it. Deidara swore he'd leave Iwagakure with her. Instead, he left her behind to deal with the blame and consequences. Anyone with half a brain knew he never would've done that if he loved her even just a little bit.
She hated him, she should hate him. As much as she despised admitting it Deidara was right; when he kissed her, there was a small voice in the back of her head begging for more. When he touched her chest, she couldn't deny a warmth rushing to her loins. She had only bit his lip out of pride and embarrassment. Yatsuko could never let him know; she couldn't allow herself to love him again. Loving him almost ruined her life once, inevitably it would happen again if she gave in to her affections once more.
Besides she knew he didn't love her, not now not ever. She was just a pawn for him to use as he wished. He knew how strongly she felt, and Deidara knew precisely how to use it to his advantage. The only reason he kissed her now was to mock her. He wanted to prove that he had succeeded in breaking her,Yatsuko would never let that happen.
(A/N): Hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I loved writing it. See you next Friday for chapter eleven!