Since none of you could tell me what you wanted happen, other than you wanted Sasori to free Deidara, which I right now don't think should happen, I have decided just to write whatever pops up.

Warning: My mind got free hands so it will probably be a depressing chapter.

Disclaimer: You have heard it before. Not mine. Yada yada yada. Never will. Yada yada yada.

Well, on with the story.

Had there ever been something before this hell? He was no longer sure. Not that he could care less. He had given up on escaping what felt like years ago. After all it gave him nothing else than pain and more pain when he was stopped.

Now a days he saw no one else than Orochimaru. He had become depending of whenever the other boy came to visiting him. There was no one else that comes to see him. He was not sure if it was because they did not care or because they had been forbidden. It was best that people did not see what he had ended being like.

His gaze wandered from the grey ceiling to the windows, far out of his reach. They were his only reminding that there was a world outside the rooms. If they had not been there so he could see the sunlight he was sure he would have lost his last connection with his sanity.

He had stopped hoping for a rescue. It was like he had been told. No one had been able to find him. After what Orochimaru had told him they had not been looking for him long. A few days before they had decided to give up at him and just continue their life as if he never had been a part of it.

His only worry now was to please. It was all that mattered to him. If he did not please Orochimaru next the other boy might stop coming around. He could not let it happen. Not only would it cut of his only way to get food but if the snake-guy did not come to see him he would be utterly alone.

Day out and day in he was in the bed. He had given up on leaving the bed other than when he really had to go to the bathroom. He had been let down after a week in the stall and after that he had found it hard to place a foot in the room. Orochimaru found it humours and teased it with him whenever he came around.

Hunger. Besides fear and emptiness he was tormented by hunger whenever he was awake. He did not know how long there was between is few meals. It was long enough for him to be too weak to attempt to fleet again. On the other hand he had enough energy to do what was wanted of him.

The pain after the rounds Orochimaru took him were enough to keep him in bed most of the time he was alone. It was not like he had much else to do. He did not even have a clock so he would be able to keep track on time.

He wondered if his mother was death yet. Or had she awoke and found him gone? If that was the case did she think he was dead? Deidara was not sure what he should hope. It would be nice to know that someone outside the walls was looking for him. On the other hand he did not want her to worry about him. He was not worth the troubles.

What was Konan doing in the moment? Was she out looking for her or was she hanging out with the others from Akatsuki. Had she found someone else to help her with making her crazy plans real? It was probably the best if she had forgotten all about him.

He sat up and winced. Yesterday night or was it the night before that? He was not sure. Anyway Orochimaru had been rougher than he usually would be. Had taken him until Deidara had passed out from pain and the lack of food. And he knew that even that had not stopped the other boy from continue using his body to satisfy the snake-boy's need.

If it was not because he no longer cared about such things Deidara knew he would wish for his death. Not that he did not wish for dying any longer. Now he did just not care about whatever happened to him or his body anymore. It did not concern him.

Deidara tensed visible when he heard the door to the room he was laying in open. But he did not make a move to put a distance between himself and whoever had entered.

It did not take much for him to figure out who had arrived. After all only one did have access to the room he had come to see as his own.

Without caring that he was not wearing a single thing to hide his body he got up on his knees and spread his legs. Orochimaru had whipped him until he had learned he should be taken like the dog they both knew he was. Now he got into the position whenever Orochimaru arrived. The snake-guy liked to see his whore ready for him to use.

Instead of the hateful words or the punches he despised nearly as much as the rapes Deidara was only meet with silence. He did not try to turn his head. Orochimaru had played this kind of games with him before. He knew the punishment would be … unpleasant if he did not complete the test.

He was tested. Even when he thought he was not he was. It all seemed to be a game to the other boy. A sick twisted game which left him bleeding and heavy beaten whenever they were finished.

"Oh my god."

Deidara flinched even though he had not meant to. It was the first time in … how long had it been since he had been locked in this room? He did not know. But he had not heard any voices besides Orochimaru. Not after he had stopped talking with himself. It was not like anyone was answering him. And he would only be punished if he spoke while Orochimaru was around to hear him.

He fall off the bed and landed on the hard, cold floor when he felt a soft hand touch the skin at his back, near one of the wounds there had been inflicted on him.

With wide eyes he starred up at the person in front of him without making a move to get up from the floor anytime soon.

In what felt like an eternity he starred into eyes which seemed well-known through he could not remember where he had seen them before. Maybe in a dream. Maybe he was dreaming this. After all what was the chances that someone would come into the room after he had been alone in such a long time.

He could have become crazy. How did one know if he had become crazy? It was not like there was anyone around he could ask. Maybe the person in front of him was someone he imagined. In that case he should just go away if he ignored him. Even through company would be nice he was quiet sure that he was not ready to be declared crazy, yet.

Slowly the boy kneeled down in front of him as if he was afraid of scaring him more than he already was. Deidara was sure his heart was working on beating its way out through his chest. "Deidara… is that you?"

He just tilted his head to the side and smiled to the boy in front of him. Even if it was just something he was dreaming it was nice. At least he would be distracted from his loneliness for a little while.

"…do…do you understand me?" He raised a shaking hand, suddenly unsure of what he should do with it. In one way he wanted to touch the boy to see if he was real. But he feared the answer. That he just might be imagining things.

The boy touched his fingers with his own. It was only for a very short moment but Deidara still reacted.

He started whining like a little animal and moved over to a corner where he curled to a ball as tiny as he could. His arms shoot up over his head to protect him against the attacks he knew was bound to come.

The other boy stared at him with wide eyes. As if he could not believe what he was seeing. "What have he done to you?" Deidara slowly lowered his arms when he understood he was not going to get hit and frowned.

The boy's eyes wandered over to the door and Deidara followed the gaze. He nearly hoped to see Orochimaru's well-known body in the doorway. Maybe the snake-boy would have been able to tell him whether or not he had gone mad.

Deidara's gaze wandered back to the boy when no one was to be seen in the door. His eyes stopped with the other boy's hair. It was black and there was a little voice in the back of his head that told him that he should be able to recognize the boy. He was sure that he would be able to remember if he thought about it long enough.

"H-hence-bottom, u-un." His voice was rusty after having not being used in such a long time. Deidara was not sure when the last time had been where he had talked. He was more fascinated by watching the other boy's reaction.

Several expressions ran over the boy's face in a very short time. Some he recognized without any problems. Confusing and anger. And then there also was something else. It reminded him of sadness. But he could not figure out why the boy should be sad. Unleash he had been hurt as well.

Somehow he knew that if the boy was hurt, other people would have been angry. Especially another boy. Someone he knew with the same strange red eyes as the boy had.

"Yeah it is me, even though that is not my name but right now it does not matter. It is good to know that you remember me. God you stink. When was the last time you got a bath?"

Hearing the worth bath Deidara's breathe quickened and he started carving the wall as if he tried to make a way out through it. He would not go back to the stall. It had been the worst. Orochimaru had promised he would not have to go back as long as he offered his body to him. He had promised him.

Seeing him panicking the boy moved away until Deidara finally understood that he did not think about forcing him into the bathroom.

"I will get you out of here. It might take a little time but it will happen. I swear did not know… I never thought he would go this far."

Deidara just smiled. He had decided that the boy did not mean any danger to him. After all he had not lifted a hand to hit him or anything. It could only be a good thing, right?

To tired to think he uncurled from his corned and slowly made his way to the bed at all four. Orochimaru had forbidden him walking like a human would. It was a mistake he only did once.

Back in bed Deidara noticed that the boy had a nice red blush to colour his cheeks. Even though he did not care he knew why the boy was reacting like that. Ever since Kabuto had destroyed the clothes he had been wearing he had been naked. Orochimaru had been claiming that he liked the sight of his pale skin so he would not get another set.

"I have to go now. But I will come back. I swear on that. I just have to get someone who will help you and then you will be free." Deidara just smiled, not caring about the rambling boy. Instead he was wondering if Orochimaru would bring food with him the next time he visited.

Soon the boy, who might or might not have been a part of his imagination listed out of the room and left Deidara alone in the dark. It was like he had never been there. As if it all he had dreamt about it all.

Deidara lay back in the bed and closed his eyes. Perhaps if he slept a little he would be able to dream about another boy. A boy with red hair and muddy-brown eyes and a laughter that made him feel warm inside even though he could not explain why.

Sorry but no rescue, yet. I honestly don't know if I want Deidara to be rescued. This time I will let the decision be yours. But if you want him to be rescued please come with ideas about how it should happen.

Poor Deidara. I really feel for him. This just proves that I have a really sick mind. There cannot be any doubt about that. Do any of you know who the so-called mystical boy is? Cookies to all of you who guess the right answer.

Next: Uhm, whatever you suggest, I think.

Until then.