Sasori never asked for anything in life, so for the one time he asked something, was it really so much to ask for the last week, the last cruel seven days to end? He didn't think so. Yet as the day dragged by slower than a snail he began to wonder who he pissed off so much. It wasn't selfish to want the week to pass quickly. He was doing for it Deidara's sake. The stupid brat that seemed to infiltrate his every thought, his every sense was filled with the brat. Sight, watching that true beauty, almost a piece of art. Sound, listening to the brat whine and act childish. Smell, the scent the was unique to Deidara, a mixture of an earthy smell and the sickening smell of Orochimaru. Touch, what would it be like to touch the blonde? He wanted to explore every inch of skin on the blonde's body. Taste, how would the blonde taste? His lips? How would the very essence, his seed, taste?

Deidara entered the cell, his one showing eye trained on the ground. A slight limp and a small whimper as he sat down on his bed. Tears were threatening to fall but he held them back, no matter how much he just wanted to let them fall, let them cascade down his face like a waterfall. He held them in. He wouldn't break...he wouldn't. One small tear dropped. It was nothing. This was all nothing. Another tear drop. He could handle it, it didn't hurt. Drop. His heart didn't feel like it was been torn out and ripped to shreds. Drop...drop. Orochimaru never touched him and Sasori would hold him. Drop..drop..drop. Orochimaru raped him, over, and over. Beat him until he began to doubt himself. Orochimaru was sucking his life away. Drop...drop...drop...drop...drop. What would be left when Orochimaru was done? A shell, Deidara wouldn't exist. There would just be an empty shell. A small whimper and more teardrops, falling more rapidly now.

The red haired male ignored the whimpering from below. The sound was shattering Sasori's insides. Making him flinch. Something was stopping him from comforting the blonde; his normal self stubbornly refused to move, refused to speak. Sasori sat quietly, he was only a spectator. He wouldn't interfere.

The blonde shoved his hand under his pillow. Pale fingers wrapping around a cold object before removing it from it's hiding spot. A cruel looking blade was clutched tightly in his hand. He stole it from Sasori when the red head had left the cell. More tears fell and he couldn't hold back small sobs. Holding the blade to his wrist he watched blankly as he made a fast slashing movement. Red blood formed where a slit was now placed on his wrist. Another slash and more sobs. Deidara struggled to control his breathing and slashed at his wrist again. He drew in a shaky breath and closed his eyes. Instincts guiding the blade back to his wrist. Slashing again. Only this time the blade was halted in mid air. His showing blue eye opened slowly and more tears spilled out, mingling with his blood.

A small hand was wrapped around his own. Preventing the blade from touching his wrist again. Sasori looked into Deidara's eye, no emotion showing on the red heads face. A hard squeeze and Deidara dropped the blade. Everything was silent and the blade could be heard as hit the floor. Deidara broke down. Tears streamed down his face and sobs racked his lithe body. He pulled his hand away from Sasori and wrapped it tightly around himself, his other arm lying by his side. Blood running down his wrist in a steady stream. He didn't acknowledge Sasori who wrapped a bandage tightly around the wrist, preventing the flow of blood. There was nothing left but pain.

Every shaky breathe taken brought more pain that begged to be taken away. He had never felt this amount of pain before. It was like everything that went un-grieved for in his life was now looking for a release. No, he wouldn't live anymore if it just meant been a toy to a sick bastard.

"Sas..ori.." He breathed out painfully.

"Don't speak, it'll make it worse. Try and calm down brat."

"I..can't do th..this.. ye..yeah.."

"Stop being idiotic and weak."

"You..don't kn..know any..anything yea..h!"

"I know it's not worth losing your life over." Sasori retaliated.

"It hurts..so much yeah." Deidara mumbled out, his voice broken and lost.

"One week. Go one more week and I promise you if after that it doesn't get better.. I won't stop you." Sasori reasoned.

"You'd..stop me now yeah?"

"Hn."

"Why..why would you want to yeah..?"

"I.." Sasori paused unsure whether to tell the truth.. "It does not matter why brat. One week."

Deidara nodded his head and with that he agreed to Sasori's agreement. How could one week change everything? It would only be another week of pain and suffering. Did Sasori really hate him so much that he'd extend Deidara's suffering? Why one week? Something would have to change dramatically for Deidara to even consider staying alive. To be honest, the blonde was disgusted with himself for even thinking about such a cowardly way out of his problems. He always tried to remain optimistic. There would always be a way to end his problems but now it seemed like he hit an endless brick wall. He couldn't go through it, over it, around it or under it. He was trapt. Deidara still tried to keep a hold of what was left of his optimism that's why he agreed to the one week. There could be a way around the brick wall, a way that he overlooked and it would be revealed in a week. Seven days of horrible torture which may give way into a new week of endless possibilities and an escape from Orochimaru. That thought is what kept Deidara going.

Kisame and Itachi lay across the bunk bed. Kisame's legs hanging slightly off the side whilst Itachi was mostly laying on Kisame. Both males were silent. It suited them fine, Itachi was never really a big talker and the blue haired male was happy just to be in the presence of Itachi.

Many people had to second glance when they saw the males together. Itachi, a natural beauty, sleek ebony hair, obsidian eyes which flashed crimson red when he was angry. His body was small and almost feminine and provided with the grace of a swan, gliding through the water like it was a simple as breathing. On top of his beauty he was gifted with rare intelligence. He excelled everything he ever did. Then there was Kisame, blue hair that spiked up at odd angles, glinting eyes that almost resembled a shark's. Sharp teeth that frightened many when he smiled. He had broad shoulders and an overall bulky but toned frame. His education was nearly non existent. The males were each others opposites and yet they completed each other perfectly.

"Itachi, I think it's time you tell me." Kisame mumbled out softly, leaving his eyes closed.

"Hn.." Itachi gave neither a 'yes' or a 'no' answer.

"It's been three years Itachi and two years since we've been together. You need to let it out, I can see it's eating you away." Kisame spoke louder this time, concern etching into his voice.

"Would you ever give the lives of many people, just for one soul?" Itachi replied his voice void of any emotion.

"Of course. I'd give the lives of everyone one for you Itachi."

"Don't say that so lightly. Would you give the lives of Pein and the others?"

"Ye..yes.. For you I would." Kisame answered reluctantly.

"Could you really kill them if you were asked to?" Itachi pressed.

"Itachi, why are you saying these things?" The blue haired male asked with slight pain.

"Because. I was given a choice Kisame."

"You were..told you murder your family?" Kisame replied slightly unsure.

"To keep my little brother alive."

"That's blackmail!"

"Hn. It doesn't matter what it is. I killed everyone for the sake of Sasuke. I was never close to any of my other family members. Sasuke was the only one I cared for." Itachi said softly. Making it seem like it was nothing more than an everyday occurrence.

"Who..who made you do that?" Kisame questioned angrily.

"Madara Uchiha... My grandfather." Itachi said coolly before closing his eyes, signaling the conversation was over.