Deidara twisted his hands around in his lap. He was nervous to no end. He thought he wouldn't have to be on trial. But here he was. Sitting outside the court room, waiting to be called in for his trial. He was terrified and couldn't stop shaking. Whatever evidence that was found the day before didn't benefit him at all apparently, or so he thought. He felt a little comfort that Sasori, Naruto, and Sasuke we there.
The prosecution's attorney was named Mr. Hatake. Sasori told them he was very good at his job. Deidara didn't move his eyes from the floor when Gaara and Sasori talked about the silver haired man. His mind was floating in and out of focus. His heart was racing and he didn't know what to do. He knew he didn't kill Orochimaru but here he was, about to go on trial for the murder.
It didn't make sense to him. Justice should be served. But he didn't do it. He didn't deserve to go to jail for something that he didn't do! He took a deep breath to calm himself. He wasn't convicted yet. Sasori promised him he would do everything in his power to make sure the true murderer is found. Deidara trusted him.
Gaara nudged Deidara, causing the blonde to jump. Gaara was looking at him expectantly. Deidara looked at Sasori, who was staring at him oddly. The blonde glanced around the room, realizing he missed something. He looked at Gaara who just shook his head. So, he didn't miss something.
Naruto was sitting next to him, looking at him concerned. Sasuke was on his other side, rubbing the blonde's back gently. Naruto grabbed Deidara's shaking hand and held it between his larger tan ones. Deidara tensed at the contact but quickly moved closer to Naruto, resting his head on Naruto's shoulder.
Gaara was planning on using all three of the young boys in Deidara's defense. With Sasuke's word, Naruto's word, and Deidara's he was hoping he could convince the jury that Deidara was not some hustling whore. His plan was frail and he knew it. But it was all he had. He was also planning to use the Hyuuga. He knew Deidara had psychological problems and could prove to the jury that Deidara was not in his right state of mind. He was hoping the Hyuuga wouldn't fail and end up hurting him more then helping.
Everyone froze when Sasori's phone started to ring. Everyone's eyes, expect for Deidara's, landed on him. He pulled out his phone and answered it.
"Akasuna." He listened for a moment. "Really? I'll be there in a moment." He closed the phone and turned to Gaara. "Talk to the judge. Gun's a match." With that, he left toward the exit.
Naruto stood up, still holding Deidara's hand. "What's going on?"
Gaara smirked and turned toward the blonde. "They found the weapon." He looked at the raven haired boy who was still focused completely on Deidara. "With prints. Seems we have a sloppy murderer on our hands." With that, he left, walking down the hall toward the judge's office. On his way, he grabbed Hatake's arm, whispered something in his ear, and both of them walked to the office.
Naruto sat back down and stared at Sasuke. "Something tells me you know what's going on better then we do."
Sasuke nodded. "I saw where my mom put the gun. I told Sasori, he got a warrant and got the gun. It should have her finger prints on it and match the bullet in my father."
Deidara raised his head and stared at Sasuke with wide eyes. "Y-You knew?"
Sasuke gave him a smile and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. "Deidara, you didn't do it. This will prove that."
Naruto glanced between the two. "Then... what's going to happen?"
"My mother will be put on trial. And Deidara will be a witness." He rubbed Deidara's arm. "It'll be hard. Because they'll ask about your relationship with my father and try to make you look like some whore. But don't let them get to you. You have me and Naruto backing you, ok?"
Deidara looked at Naruto for reassurance. "Of course. Plus, Sasori. And I think Gaara's finally starting to believe you're innocent."
Deidara sighed and felt a little bit better. "I hope you two are right..." It was the first sentence to leave his lips all morning.
Deidara was sitting quietly on the couch, staring at the floor in thought. He didn't know really how or why, but he was suddenly not on trial. Now he was a key witness and was scared shitless. Sure, he wasn't on trial anymore, but he still had to sit up there and tell everyone about his past and his relationship with Orochimaru. Like Sasuke said, he knew they were going to make him out to be some whore and Deidara was sensitive. He wasn't sure if he could take that.
He jumped when he heard the front door of the house close. He looked up from the couch and saw Sasori removing his shoes. Deidara stayed put, curling up by the arm of the couch. He had his knees against his chest, his arms wrapped around them. He only watched Sasori as the redhead removed his coat.
Sasori gave the blonde a soft smile when he saw him. "Hey. How are you doing?"
"Alright..."
He walked over to the blonde and sat on the couch next to him. "Sorry about leaving earlier. Had something to take care of. Gaara bring you home?"
Deidara noticed how the redhead referred to his house as Deidara's home. "Yea."
Sasori watched the blonde with concern. Deidara's blue visible eye was locked on the floor. He moved closer to him. "What's wrong?"
The blonde shifted his body, to move a little closer to the redhead. "Well... Why didn't you tell me you found the weapon?"
"I couldn't. Not until we knew it was the weapon."
Deidara bit his bottom lip. "How'd you find it?"
"Sasuke. He agreed that if I brought him to see you that he would tell me where the gun was. The bullet matches that gun. The prints on the gun only belong to one person." Deidara raised his head and met Sasori's red eyes. "Shina Uchiha. Her alibi is weak, especially with her own son testifying against her. Seeing as you are no longer a suspect I questioned a few people that worked at the hotel. Seems a few people saw her run after the shot was fired."
"Shouldn't a hotel like that have security tapes?"
"Unfortunately, none of them caught her on them."
"I find that hard to believe..." Deidara lowered his eyes.
"Yes, so do I." Sasori kept his eyes on the obviously distraught blonde. "What else is bothering you, Dei?"
"They're going to make me look like a whore."
"That's true. But we both know you're not. Gaara's going to use every trick he has in corporation with Mr. Hatake. They're going to make her look bad, not you."
"Still..."
Sasori sighed and moved closer, wrapping an arm around the blonde and bringing him against his chest. "Dei, I know this is hard. But you have to try and be strong, ok?" The blonde buried his head in his chest and nodded. "You're no longer under suspicion, but the defense will dig up every dark thing they can find about you. Yours is the only testimony that can convict her. Sasuke will help, but you have to be strong."
"Ok." His voice was mumbled but Sasori heard it. Deidara cuddled up close to the redhead ending up in his lap. Sasori wrapped both arms around the blonde tightly. Deidara rested his head against Sasori's shoulder, facing the redhead. They were quiet for a while, Sasori letting Deidara feel relaxed and comfortable.
"Dei?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you something?" The blonde nodded his head, closing his eyes and taking in the older male's musky scent. "What happened to your eye?"
Deidara froze for a moment before Sasori's arms tightened around him and he relaxed. "How did you know about that?"
"Medical records. Doesn't mention what happened though."
Deidara sighed and nuzzled his cheek against Sasori's shoulder. "I'm blind in it. Just about." He raised his head to meet Sasori's eyes.
The redhead raised his hand and brushed the chunk of hair that covered Deidara's left eye away, tucking it behind his ear. Sasori's hand froze on Deidara's cheek. The eye was open and staring at him, but obviously, Deidara couldn't see anything out of it. The eye was completely white and pupil less. But that wasn't what caught Sasori by surprise. There was a large pale scar that went across the boy's eye at a diagonal. (Think Kakashi's scar) The scar was ragged and looked like he had had stitches with it.
Deidara closed his eyes while Sasori ran the pad of his thumb over it. "How did this happen?"
Deidara shook his head, the hair falling back in place, covering his eye. Sasori let go of the blonde's face and allowed him to rest his head on his shoulder again. "My... father." He spit out the word with distaste.
Sasori felt his blood rush but calmed himself. He would kill the man if he wasn't already dead. "How?"
Deidara took a deep breath to calm himself and tell the story.
Flashback (10 years ago) (Dei's 9)
The nine year old blonde paced back and forth in his room. He was angry. No he was pissed. Beyond pissed. His father had lied to him. He had told him what they did was something every father did to their son. That bastard was a liar. Deidara mentioned something about it to a friend who just stared at him oddly, saying that that wasn't what father's and son's did.
The blonde didn't know what to do. This... man... was touching him in ways no man should. He realized that now. He may only be nine but he always felt wrong when the older would touch him. Now if only he could figure out a way to get the man to stop. He could tell someone. He was pretty sure what he was doing was against the law.
He hit his hand with his fist in satisfaction. That's what he would do. He'd threaten to tell the police if he didn't stop. Deidara smirked at his new plan. He jumped when he heard the front door of their small house slam shut. The bastard was home. Deidara quickly jumped onto his bed and made it look like he had been doing homework.
His door was already open and he was just waiting for that man to enter. He heard the heavy foot steps come closer to his room. He pre-occupied himself with his homework and tried not to notice when a shadow loomed over him.
"Deidara."
He looked up at the deep voice and forced a smile at the taller, older man. "Hey. Home already?"
He leaned down, cupping Deidara's chin in his hand. "You didn't greet me."
"I was doing my homework."
The man said nothing as he placed his mouth over the smaller males. Deidara froze and didn't move. He didn't want this. He didn't want this disgusting man on him. Without realizing it, he pulled back quickly and slapped him as hard as he could across the face.
His father stared at him with wide eyes before those eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You lied to me. Father's and Son's don't do this. You're a sick man." He stated firmly, crossing his arms over his chest.
His father removed his hand and stood up straight. "Sick? You're the one who moans at my touch."
Deidara clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "I'm only 9! I don't know any better! How could you?! I trusted you!"
The man smirked. "Which is why I took advantage."
Deidara glared at him. "You're my father! That's just sick and wrong."
The man's brown eyes narrowed and before Deidara knew it he was pinned to his bed, the older holding his wrists above his head painfully tight. "No, you're just a sick little whore who wants me to touch him."
"No!" Deidara struggled against him but knew it was hopeless.
The man smirked and forced his mouth onto the blondes. Deidara froze, not knowing what to do. His body reacted on it's own. He was able to kick the man off him and jump up. He was going to run but the man grabbed him and threw him against the wall.
"Don't think you can run from me." He pressed his body against the small boy's. "You're mine." He leaned his head down to Deidara's ear and licked it. The blonde grimaced and tried to push the man away. It was a pointless fight, but Deidara wasn't going down without one this time. He brought his knee up and it connected with the elder's groin perfectly. The man fell to the floor, holding his crotch.
Deidara skipped over him and ran out of the room. He ran to the phone in the living room, to call the police or someone, but he was quickly grabbed from behind. He squealed in surprise as he was picked up off the ground. His father reached down with one hand and pulled out the phone line. Deidara kicked his legs and arms to try to get the man to let go of him.
The man growled in the back of his throat when Deidara kicked him in the groin again. He hissed and threw the blonde away from him. Deidara hit the glass coffee table, head first. He screamed at the pain as the whole table shattered. Shards of glass were in his arms as he tried to sit up. Pain was shooting through his whole body.
Then he felt blood trickle down his cheek. He blinked as the blood began to fill his eyes. He screamed when he realized he couldn't see through one eye. His father noticed the boy's painful scream and looked over at him confused. So the blonde broke the table? So he had a few pieces of glass in his arms. He walked over to the blonde and stopped in his tracks at the sight.
"Fuck..." He stared in shock as the blonde clawed at the big piece of glass that was now in his left eye. He finally snapped out of it and ran over to the boy picking him up. "Shh Shh. Calm down. You're going to make it worse." Deidara tried to cry but he wasn't even sure if he could. His salty tears were mixing with the blood flowing from his eyes.
His father rushed him to the emergency room where he went into surgery for 3 hours. He needed 30 stitches. They tried to save his eye sight but unfortunately they couldn't. His father told the doctor's he fell on the table and broke it. What a lie. But when his father threatened to take his life if he spoke of it to anyone, Deidara realized he was in deep shit.
After two days in the hospital he was finally released. That night was the first time his father had ever really forced him. Deidara fought but knew he couldn't win. It was also the first night the man took the blonde fully.
End Flashback
"And about a year later I shot his ass." Deidara said softly.
Sasori stared at the wall in shock. How could a father treat his son that way? Sasori ran his hand through Deidara's soft blonde hair, pulling out the ponytail and letting the hair fall around him. That's right... he wasn't his real father. "I'm so sorry Dei..."
Deidara shrugged and nuzzled his nose against Sasori's neck. "It's ok... I mean... It's the past. And he's dead now."
Sasori nodded then put his hand under Deidara's chin, raising the boy's head so their eyes could meet. He gently pressed his lips to Deidara's in a way of comforting the boy. Deidara pressed back, wrapping his hand around the back of Sasori's neck. Their lips moved against each other for a while before they pulled back to breath.
"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" Sasori asked his intentions pure.
"Please?"
The redhead picked up the blonde in his arms and stood. He carried him bridal style to his bed room. He placed the blonde on his bed gently. They didn't really separate as Sasori crawled in next to him. Deidara clung to the redhead as he held him tightly against his chest. Deidara buried his head in Sasori's chest and allowed the redhead to hold him tightly.
Sasori knew he was in trouble. He wasn't lusting after the boy anymore. There was more to it then that. He also knew that if any one found out about what was going on he would lose his job. But at the moment, that didn't matter to him. He had the blonde in his arms and that was all he cared about.
Ta Da! Yay me! Wow, I had a hard time finishing this! I had writer's block soooooo bad! But it's gone now. Sorry it took so long. I hope you liked this part. It was also kind of a filler too... Sorry. But the next part is really important. Can you say, Trial? Haha. Deidara's not off the hook yet. The blonde's emotions are running and his mental stability is at is almost at it's end... Wonder what that might cause him to do??
Hehe, well, you'll find out in the next part! I'm going to start writing it soon to make up for my writer's block. So Yay! Now go! Review please!! Thanks!
+Matt+