HOLY CRAP! I keep on checking my mail and I see SO many reviews for this story! I don't know what the big deal is since it can be written way better! I got a request to write how I'm actually supposed to write and I'm trying it out. If you like it tell me so I know! I personally don't like it, just because.

-Two years later- (Sasori is 21. Deidara is 13, before anyone asks.)

A blond panted as he hid behind an apple tree. He couldn't get caught again, not after what just happened. His single blue eye scanned the area for any other place to hide, finding it impossible to move without getting spotted. He knew he would get caught just standing there and he would take his chances by finding another spot to hide.

Taking a deep breath, he sprinted past three trees and took a sharp turn, before hiding again. Trying to quiet down his breathing, he looked around again, now knowing that he didn't go far enough and that he would be caught. He glared at himself. He was a fool thinking that he could go this far and not be caught. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, before running again, his eyes wide open and filled with joy.

Just the thought of being caught again sent thrills into him. A big grin covered his face as he heard footsteps behind him and he made his feet go faster. He was

so close to the end of the orchard he could taste it. He was only a few meters away when he was caught by a pair of strong arms.

"I win again, brat," the deep voice said, a smirk on his face.

Deidara just pouted and sighed, "You always win, un!"

The prince just grinned and let go of his servant. "If you put a little effort into it, you can win, too," he said, a very smug smirk on his lips.

The blond on the other hand just glared at him. "You cheat, Danna! You listen to me and Naruto talking about where to hide and that's why you find me, un!" the servant accused, pointing a finger at the older male.

Sasori swatted his hand, but his smirk stayed. "It's not polite to point, brat. And I am not low enough to stoop around and listen on other people's conversations."
"Yes, you are! You listened to me and Ino talking about my hair tie, so you got me a new ribbon because mine was tearing, un!"

Sasori rolled his eyes. "You were complaining about your hair falling into your face and saw your hair ribbon falling apart."

Deidara scoffed and crossed his arms. "I would have won, if it wasn't for-"

"Sasori!"

Deidara didn't even bother cringing as he heard the loud pig-like squeal.

"... Fine, this round doesn't count because of her."

Deidara sighed. "Thank you, if she didn't tell me to get her water while I was hiding I would have won, un."

"You wouldn't have know that unless you actually got to the finish line," the redhead said with a smirk.

A few moments later the long haired princess came running towards the tired duo. "Sasori! I thought you said you were getting me a gift?" she asked, in shock, as she found the prince with his servant.

"I am," was all the redhead said, before picking an apple from a tree. "Here, I picked it myself," he said a kind smile on his face, while Deidara tried not to laugh.
It was a funny scene watching the pink haired princess' face turn into a one of disgust. "I thought you were actually getting me something?" she asked, now hurt.

Sasori sighed. "If you don't want it I can always give it to Dei-"

"I'll take it!" she exclaimed snatching it with a smile. She was not about to let a servant get her gift when she refused it.

"Are you going to eat it?" Sasori asked, waiting for her to take a bite.

The pinkette on the other hand let her face fall. "Um, okay." she brought the apple to her mouth and took a bite.

Sasori held back a laugh as he saw something dangling from her mouth. "Hey, Sakura?"

"Yes, Sasori?" she asked, eyeing the prince.

"Do you know what's worse than finding a worm in your apple?"

"N-no, what?"

The redhead smirked and pointed to the red fruit in her hand. "Half a worm," he said, trying to cover up his snickering.

The pinkette frowned and looked down at the apple to see indeed, half a worm wiggling it's way out. "Oh my-" she couldn't even finish her sentence as she threw up behind a tree.

"You should go see a doctor," Sasori advised, slightly in disgust.

"B-but we were going to go have dinner together!" the princess exclaimed, throwing the apple on the ground.

"Well, you just vomited so I think you may have a bug of some sort."

"I don't! There was a bug in my apple-"

"So you do have a bug. See Sakura, was that so hard to admit?"

The pinkette gaped and stomped her foot. "You are being very rude, Sasori! I'm tired of playing your games. I wish you would just grow up!" and with that said, she turned around, her hair flying. "You can find me in my room, when you decide to be taken seriously," she said, her voice full of annoyance.

The redhead rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll see you tonight then." the princess didn't respond, she just kept on walking.

"I-I think you really got her mad, Danna? What if she tells her father, un?" Deidara asked in fear. Unfortunately for him, the pinkette's father still had it out for him.

"Don't worry, she's too stubborn to go through the trouble of even finding her father," Sasori reassured, as he motioned for Deidara to follow him. "It's going to get dark in a few hours, so let's head back."

Deidara nodded and followed his Danna on another trail through the orchard. It was almost winter, which meant that it would get even colder at night and all of the plants would soon die, to only be revived in the spring. Deidara hated the winter, as it killed all the green.

"Why do the plants die in the winter, Danna?" Deidara asked, as he stared at the trees.

The redhead shrugged. "There's not even sun here in the winter and the plants need it to survive," he explained, getting no response from the blond behind him.
The servant continued to stare at the apples and trees as they passed by, feeling as if he were lost within himself. It hurt, to tell you the truth and he didn't know why. He could play around with his favorite twins or his Danna when he had free times, but it just seemed blank; as if something were missing.

"Where are we going, exactly, Danna, un?" Deidara asked, his mouth pulled down in a frown.

"We're going to my room. I have a few herbs that should be ready to use soon and I am almost done making a new remedy. You, on the other hand, will have to dust my shelves sense they are getting very filthy."

Deidara just nodded and kept his head low. Thirty minutes later, they were back in the prince's room and doing their things. Deidara dusting all of the redhead's

shelves and Sasori making his new medicine that he was sure would help with burns.

*Knock* *Knock* "Come in," Sasori said, his voice as bland as ever.

"It's time for dinner, your highness," Matsuri said, a smile on her face.

The prince nodded and got up from his desk. "All right, Deidara stay here and finish cleaning, then you can get dinner."

"Yes, Danna," the blond answered, turning around.

The redhead sighed and left the room to have dinner with the princess he despised oh so much.

"The king wants to see you, Deidara. I suggest you go now," Matsuri said, her voice somewhat controlled.

"O-okay, un," he said, his voice unsure. Setting his rag down, he left the room, almost feeling the brunettes smirk as he passed by.

He knew that the king stayed in his study most of the time and he also knew where that was. Walking quickly he finally got onto the second floor and was close to the study. As he walked closer and closer to it, he heard something. Never hearing it before, he stepped closer to the door and frowned. He opened the door and wished he hadn't.

There the king was, undressing a slave, while kissing all over her body. Deidara gasped, which caught the redhead's attention. Deidara could see the anger boiling through the man and he froze. He was now certain he was going to die.

He didn't even have enough time to run away as the king came around his desk and yanked on his hair in an upward motion.

"So, it seems I have a spy in my midst? Who put you up to it?" he demanded as Deidara howled in pain from his hair. "Who?!"

Deidara gasped as he felt another pull. "N-no one! I w-was told to come here- Ah!" he gave a louder scream as he felt his feet close to leaving the ground.

"I don't believe you," the king admitted, motioning for the slave to leave, which she did, clothes in hand."You will be taught a lesson for spying," was all the king said, before calling some guards to take him to the dungeon.

Before Deidara knew it, he was chained to the wall, his terribly scarred back reveled. The servant just screamed as the whip came over his back again, and again. It hurt so much. He thought everything was starting to get better again, but nothing could be happy with him.

His throat hurt from screaming so much as the time went on. He hoped that he wouldn't be raped again, since the king said to do anything to him, as long as he could still work. What felt like an eternity was soon over and he didn't even dare sigh in relief.

Tears were running down his face and his breathing was hoarse. "You got soft, whore," a cruel voice said, snickering. Deidara now knew that he was going to be raped. This was one of the guards who got away with raping him all of those times and had not been banished.

He was let out of his shackles and he fell to the ground. "Let's get this over with since I have to get dinner for my family." Deidara tried to curl up into a ball, wanting to just disappear. He felt his legs being spread and his pants being pulled off.

"N-no~" he sobbed into his hands. Not again... Please not again... He knew it was going to happen anyway and he was brought to more tears. He was just doing what he was told and now he was being punished.

"No matter how much you beg, I won't stop." and true to his word, he entered the blond, hard and quick. Deidara gave a petrifying scream as his back arched off the dirty ground.

"S-stop!" he screamed for mercy, as he continued to cry.

"Stay quiet and it'll be done quicker!" was all that was said before a calloused hand covered the servant's mouth. Deidara was bit, marked, clawed till finally the man over him came inside of him. The hand on his mouth was finally removed and he let out more shaky sobs. Feeling the man remove himself from teen, he groaned.

"Get yourself cleaned up and get to bed," the guard said, tying up his belt, before leaving the sobbing blond.

Deidara cried to himself, as he curled up into a ball on his side. His eyes were wide and he was shivering, trying to warm himself up. Everything hurt so much; he wanted to die. He didn't even know why Sasori helped him all the time. Was it to just cause him more pain in the future? Did he do it just to see the blond break again, and again?

Deidara's cries soon died down and he was staring at the wall with dried tears on his face. Sitting up, he groaned in pain and put his shirt back on, already knowing it was going to be covered in blood soon. He was having trouble with his pants next as he stood up. He could feel the blood and semen run down his legs, but he ignored it and tumbled up the stairs.

He could barely open the door with what little strength he had. It was night time, which showed just how much time had passed by. Taking another step, he hissed and continued through the hall. He wasn't going to ask Matsuri for help, since he was sure this was planned. As he walked to his room, he hummed. He would do anything to distract him from the pain.

He walked through the kitchen and looked at the left over food on the counter, not even feeling the slightest bit of hungry. He heard someone else hum and he turned around to see the current chef walking into the kitchen, dishes in her hands.

Her song stopped short as she spotted the blond, battered and bruised. "Oh my god... What happened to you?" she asked, getting no response from the blond, as he walked away. "Deidara?" she saw his bloody clothing and paled. She had to tell the prince.

She ran as fast as she could to the second floor and to the main dining room. She knocked politely on the door getting a chirpy, "Come in!" from the princess. Opening the door she found the king, his wife, his son and the princess eating dinner.

"What is it now, Tenten?" the prince asked, setting down his fork.

The brunette just gulped and quickly walked over to the prince. "Deidara needs your help, your highness," she whispered in his ear so no one would hear. The redhead sighed, but nodded. "He's in his room," she finished with a whisper and she left the dining room.

"I will be back soon enough," Sasori muttered standing up, getting a nod from his father who was too busy eating his food.

Sasori walked down the hall, wondering what was so wrong with the blond that he needed his help. As he got to the kitchen he saw a trail of blood the chef was trying to clean up and he quickened his pace, before reaching the blond's door.

"Deidara?" he asked, worried now as he knock on his servant's door. He got no response and he opened the door, finding the bloodied blond. His hair was covered in blood in random splotches and his back faced the door, showing his bloody back. The sheets were covered in blood and his dirty clothes were littered on the ground.

"Deidara?" he asked again, stepping into the bedroom, examining the blond. His eyes were shut, tears streaming down his face as he held himself. Sasori looked down at the sheets again seeing one particular spot covered in blood. He growled and his eyes were filled with rage.

"Don't be mad, Danna. You couldn't have done anything, un..." Sasori's eyes widened and he looked at his servant's face seeing his eyes were open, tears still falling from them.

"Yes, I could have-"

"No, I did something and I was punished. I deserved this," he muttered, his eyes closing again. "Please... just leave, un. Don't take care of me anymore... Please, un..."

Sasori stared down at the blond as he passed out from the pain. He wasn't about to listen to the blond now since it seemed that he was going to die if he wasn't treated soon. Gathering up the one sheet of blanket, he picked up the blond, who was limp in his arms. He walked out of the servant's room and walked into the kitchen past Tenten, who eyed him.

About fifteen minutes later Sasori was back in his room, with no intention of going back to dinner. He had to clean the blond's wounds quickly and he knew it was going to hurt. Filling up his bath tub with luke warm water about half way up, he placed the blond inside getting a hiss and a groan. Taking a rag, Sasori began rinsing the blood from his servant's back.

Deidara opened his eyes and frowned. Why hadn't Sasori listened to him? "S-stop, un," Deidara said, almost demanding.
Sasori shook his head. "Unless you want to get an infection, I'm not stopping."

The blond glared at the redhead and sat up fully, only to be pushed down. He hissed as he was positioned wrong and he clenched his teeth shut.
"Wh-why are you doing this, un?" he asked, slightly crying. "You just fix me up till I get better only to be beaten down again... It h-hurts so much. I-I've wanted to die after the first time, but you were already there helping me... It hurts so much..." more tears fell and he closed his eyes.

Sasori frowned and brushed the back of his fingers on the blond's cheek, making the servant's eyes open.

"I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm trying to help you, as much as I can, but when I'm not around it seems that you're getting into you own trouble," Sasori said, slightly smiling. "I hate seeing you so hurt all of the time, but it's true, whenever I help you it seems you get hurt again." this time he frowned.

"P-please... put me out of my misery... please, un," Deidara begged, more tears falling from his eyes.

Sasori shook his head. "I couldn't, it wouldn't be right."

"If you won't then I will, un," was all Deidara said before, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Sasori on the other hand just smiled.

"I won't let you," he admitted, before cleaning the blond's back more.

After his back was clean, he picked him up and out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around him before he froze. Deidara's teeth chattered, as Sasori began rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm him up.

"You can borrow some spare clothes of mine," Sasori said, picking up the shivering blond, who just nodded.

Sasori carefully set his servant down onto the floor and he whimpered before biting his lip. Very slowly, Sasori removed the top part of the towel so he could apply the medicine and bandage his back properly.

Deidara on the other hand tried his best to stay quiet, as he felt the medicine being put on his back. This one was entirely different from any other one that was used on him before. It stung and felt as if it sunk into his skin and stayed there to fester.

Sasori soon began smearing the numbing ointment around and Deidara loosened up.

"I'm going to start putting the bandages on now," Sasori said, trying to reassure the blond.

Deidara didn't even show any recognition that he was listening, he just sat there, as his Danna began wrapping his back and torso in the white roll. He lifted his arms when Sasori told him to, but something was off. He could almost feel the redhead's sadness, as he brushed his hand across the marks the guard made, or where his scars had been healed, but very poorly.

Deidara was watching him while he did so, no emotion showing on his face. Sasori just continued to look over the blond's battered body and sigh, before getting up and wiping his hands.

"I'll get you some clothing," his said, his voice very curt.

Deidara looked down and nodded. A few moments later he felt a shirt being pulled over his head and he lifted his arms slightly to allow his arms through the large sleeves.

"I can put the pants on, un," Deidara muttered and Sasori nodded, before handing the silky material to the blond.

Deidara took the towel off of him and slipped his legs through the pants, trying not to fall down. While he was doing that, Sasori began putting the medicine and bandages away, to reuse later if needed and he hoped that wasn't soon. Hearing a hiss behind him, he saw his servant leaning against the canopy of the bed, having trouble standing, luckily his pants were on by now.

Deidara was sure he was going to fall down, but a pair of strong arms caught him and stood him up.

"Thank you, un," he muttered, before pulling away and walking to "his" side of the bed. As he lied down, he winced and tried to relax his body. His hair was still wet, which made him freezing at the moment. He snuggled further into the blanket, but what he didn't expect to happen was a pair of arms wrapping around his body and pulling him to a warmer being.

It felt nice, to be blunt, and he could already feel himself slipping. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt a kiss being placed on the top of his head and he figured out then what he was missing so much... Love.

I dun like writing this way! DX For some reason it pisses me off! Maybe I'll get used to it but I dun know!

I was thinking, "Should I making the kissing scene now...? NAH! They can wait, they can wait!" Lol! XD Next chappy!

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