Yeah, I'm back. High on sugar and running low on sleep. I don't own Naruto, only the plot and the OC's. On with the story.
Deidara hold a groan back when he woke. He felt like all the other times his had beaten him, only a hundred times worse than then. He forced his eyes open and stared at a somewhat familiar ceiling. It took him a moment to find out where he was. He groaned again but didn't try to move. He knew it would only be worse if he moved.
Somehow he had ended in his home's basement. Something told him it was his father's doing. Deidara tried to sit up but the pain stopped him before he could move much. It felt like some of his ribs were broken.
"Did you sleep well?" Deidara blinked a few times and saw his father staring down at him with a kind smile which didn't reach his eyes. His throat was burning and his head throbbed in pain.
His father stepped closer to him, still grinning. "Why did you run away, Dei-chan?" Deidara didn't look at his father. Instead he tried to figure out how he could get out of there before something happened. The room wasn't big and there were only a few things inside of it. A table, a chair, some boxes and the mattress which he was lying at.
The windows were closed and even if he was free they were placed too high for him to reach. The only other way out of there was the door which his father was blocking for in the moment. But before he could start thinking about escaping he had to find a way to free himself from the ropes.
When he didn't answer his father kicked him hard in the chest. Deidara rolled on his side with tears in his eyes and curled into a ball. With his hands bound to something over his head hindered him in doing anything to protect himself against the attacks. "Answer when I'm talking to you freak. Why did you leave the house without my permission?"
"For the same reason as mom did, un."
He heard his father growl. "Your mother left me because of you. She couldn't stand the sight of you, freaks." The words hurt just as bad if not worse than the hits and kick that landed on his unprotected body.
"Who were you with?" Deidara bit down his lower lip. Would he get Akatsuki into troubles if he told his father about them? Probably. "Some friends, un."
Suddenly the attacks stopped and Deidara lay still with a tense body. "Friends?" His father laughed. "Don't try to tell me that you think that someone actually wants to be friends with you. A freak, no, a monster don't have any friends."
Deidara could taste blood. Another kick landed on his ribs. He could hear something crack and cried out loud. "Did they see your hands?" It took a lot but Deidara shook his head. He didn't want to get further into troubles by letting his father know of the truth.
"If they did you would understand that your kind can't have any friends. Nobody wants to befriend a freak like you." Deidara closed his eyes. His father was lying. He had to be. His friends had known of his hands and they had still accepted him. But he remembered the look in Sasori's eyes when he hurt that girl with one of his bombs the other day. Fear, anger and something he had yet to figure out what was.
His thought were disturbed by another kick this time it landed on his collarbone. Deidara opened his eyes and stared at his father through his tears. "Some of our friends asked for you. They wanted to know when they could come over to play again."
Deidara froze. He didn't want to hear another word and started to struggle to get free. "I told them that you'd been a naughty kid and needed to be punished before they could come over and play."
With those words his father took a whip and walked over to him with a smile on his lips. "No. One. Runs. Away. You. Will. Never. Get. Away. From. Me." With every word the whip landed on him and tore his skin. Screams left his lips and tears ran down his cheeks.
"W-why d-id y-you do th-this, u-un?" Sobs made it hard for him to talk. His father placed the whip on the table again and walked over to him. "You need to learn who your master is."
"I-I only have one d-danna, un."
His father started stripping himself down from clothes. "So you think, Dei-chan. So you think. But I'll show you who your true master is."
With a little knife in his hand his father kneeled down beside him. "When I'm finished with you, you'll not dare to try to run away from me, ever."
Ripping his clothes into pieces. The knife touched his skin and blood came to sight. His father bended forward and licked up the blood. "For a bastard your blood tastes delicious."
Deidara turned his head away. He knew what was going to happen and didn't want to watch it.
When all the clothes were removed his father stepped back to admire his work. "I've missed you, freak. When I'm finished with you I'll make sure that you can't walk out even if I've removed those ropes."
Deidara didn't answer. No matter what he said it wouldn't change what his father was going to do to him. He'd been through this enough times to know that much.
"Suck and don't even think about bite." Deidara closed his eyes and opened his mouth. His father's cock was bigger than he remembered and made him gag when it was shoved into his mouth. Deidara wrapped his tongue round his father's cock. The better job he did the less hurt he'd hopefully be afterwards.
His father emptied himself in him rather fast. With a grunt his father sat up and patted his head. "You're still a good fuck if nothing else." The words made him want to cry but Deidara hold his tears back. They wouldn't help him now.
His father's hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him around so Deidara was lying on his stomach.
Deidara cried out in pain when his father bit through his skin while he entered his unprepared hole. "That's right. Let me hear you scream. You're still tight. None had had you while I wasn't around. Do you know who you belong to?"
"No one, un."
He found himself looking to the side with a burning pain spreading from his cheek. "I'm your master, don't ever dare to forget that again." His faster trusted into him without giving him time to adjust.
Deidara struggled to get free. A metallic taste filled his mouth and blood was running down his arms. He felt like his inside was being torn apart in the very moment.
A burning feeling rolled through him as his father came inside of him. His father stood up and stared down at him with a disgusted look at his face. "Don't ever think about running away again. You're mine and from now on you're going to earn money to me."
Deidara yelped in pain when he was kicked in his already abused ribs. "Nobody will come looking for you so don't get your hopes up. Nobody cares for a freak and nobody loves you."
With that he was left alone in the dark. No more come though he wanted to cry. His body was shaking his ass was burning. It felt as if his body had been torn into two.
Not daring to move he moaned and closed his eyes. Hoping for his dreams to free him from this nightmare.
His silent sobs were the only sound in the dark basement. It took a long time before Deidara drifted into sleep. Dreaming of blood, Itachi's eyes and Sasori's soft, red hair.
Time skip ten days.
Sasori didn't look up from his work when the door to his room opened. He concentrated on the puppet he was trying to paint. It was one he had worked on the past week. It was a small, slender puppet with long, blonde hair and a bright smile. In his hand he hold a brush.
"It's beautiful." He ignored Konan and laid the brush down at the table. "I can't get the eyes right. No matter how many times I try I don't seem to get it right."
"You miss him." It wasn't a question but a statement.
He felt tears start forming in his eyes for the first time ever since his parents were murdered. "Yeah, I do. I miss him so much that it hurt in here." Sasori touched his chest. "even when I'm trying not to think about him. Why did that stupid brat have to run away like that?"
Konan placed a hand on his shoulder. "None of us know. But you can ask him when we find him."
"It has already been over a week. If he was still in town don't you think we would have found him by now?"
The girl turned him around so that they were face to face. "Donøt even think about that. Dei-Dei wouldn't leave us. No, he wouldn't leave you without saying goodbye." Sasori ran a hand through his hair. "I just hope he's alright."
"So we all do. But you also have to take care of yourself. Deidara would be mad at you if he saw you now. When is the last time you've slept through a whole night?"
His stomach growled and Sasori blushed. "A bath, some food, and then you head straight to bed. Tomorrow you come with us to school. People have started talking."
Sasori nodded even though he didn't care and stood up. Konan followed him out of the room and to the bathroom. None of the others were to be seen. Maybe they were still outside looking for their missing member.
Sasori entered the bathroom leaving Konan outside and locked the door behind him. After years in the house he'd learned to lock the door unless he wanted someone to run in when he was in the middle of doing something.
He stripped down and folded his clothes and placed it on a basket. Deciding that the bathtub would take too long time Sasori turned towards the shower. He turned the water on and waited until it was cold as ice before he stepped under it. The water felt as a thousand needles stabbing his skin.
He stepped out after what felt like being under the water for hours, dripping wet and grabbed a towel.
Sasori knew he was overreacting. The brat was gone, so what? It wasn't like he had meant anything to him. Beside the brat had only been with them for a short amount of time. They hadn't known each other long enough for him to start develop feelings for the brat.
But why does it hurt so much to think about him? He placed a hand over there where his heart was and sighed.
No matter how much he tried he couldn't forget the fight they'd had with Orochimaru's gang. The look in Deidara's eyes when the girl's scream had filled the air. At that moment all he had wanted to do was hugging the boy. But Deidara had run off before he could do so looking like a kicked puppy.
Sasori stepped out of the bathroom with damp hair only to find Konan waiting for him. It didn't seem like she had any intention to let him go back to his room and sulk.
They walked to the kitchen where a bowl with misosoup was placed on the table. Sasori sat down and tasted the food before he looked up and glared at Itachi who sat on the other site of the table with a laptop in front of him.
The Uchiha's eyes were narrowed while he was concentrating on whatever was on the screen. No matter what Itachi said he needed glasses. When things had calmed down Kisame could take the weasel with him to get some glasses.
"Found it."
"What did you find?" Itachi looked up from the laptop seeming to notice Sasori for the first time. "Deidara's address."
Sasori frowned. "Why should he be there? He hates that place. Besides, if he was at his home don't you think he would have come to school this week?"
"Maybe his father know where his son run off to. They are, after all, family. Even if he was a coward."
Without any warning he jumped at the other boy knocking him to the ground. "Don't talk like that. The brat isn't like that. He wouldn't just leave us. He wouldn't leave me without saying goodbye first."
Sasori stopped and looked at Itachi under him. The pale boy didn't even try to free himself. Instead red eyes were looking calm into his muddy brown. "I can't say I understand your feelings. But I know how I would feel if it was Kisame who was missing."
He let go of Itachi and stood up. "I'll go to bed."
"I'll inform the others of what I know. Tomorrow we'll head to his house after school."
Halfway to his room Sasori paused. It was the first time he'd heard Itachi say that much in all the time he'd known the other boy. Maybe the weasel was just as worried as him.
Sasori lay down and sighed. The bed felt cold and empty without a blonde artist to share it with. He missed the bodyheat and having Deidara curled up beside him.
He sighed again and stood up. After walking over to his table Sasori took the puppet he'd been working on and lay down in bed again. It wasn't the real thing but it would go for a replacement until he got Deidara back.
When he saw the blonde artist he would scold him, then hug him and never let him out of sight again.
Me: Oh, so evil.
Deidara: How can you just leave me in such a place, un? Are you evil?
Me: *grins* No, I'm not evil. I'm a crzy, sugarloving idiot with too much homework.
Deidara: That explains a lot, un.
Me: Yeah. Hey, did you just insult me?"
Deidara: *looks innocent.* No, un. It's a compliment.
Me: Whatever, I'll get my revenge in next chapter.
Deidara: What are you going to do with me, un?
Me:*grins* Oh, you'll see, you'll see.
Deidara: DANNA. EVIL, SUGARCRAZY author taunts me again. *Runs away*
Me: Remember to review or you'll never get to know what will happen to Deidara.
WARNING: Acting and A LOT of crazy stuff in next chapter.