DISCLAMINER: I own nothing. And though I think I went a little OC on Deidara's character this time with being a little girly… considering the situation, I think its fine. Besides, if anything, I blame the clothes… you'll see what I mean.

A/N: Well, 20 chapters. Never thought I get this far with so many reviews and love from all you guys. I could almost cry! But I wont because I'm not a sap… most of the time. Yeah, really short chapter though. And I will warn you now…

You all will probably hate me by the end.

But… is it to much to ask for my 200th review on this chapter? I kinda wanted it to be on the last one but I knew that was a serious long shot. Really the only reason I wanted that many reviews was because it was chapter 20. Get it? 200? 20? Ha… it's to much to ask isn't it? Damn. There goes my dreams…

DAY 28 – SUNDAY – 10:15 A.M.

It was a beautiful morning. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining cheerfully among the happy souls of the city. It was the perfect day for shopping, socializing, going to the mall, or even hitting the beach for the first wave in the brand new summer air. The clouds had moved on with their gloom and everything seemed brightened and happy.

Except for one little poor, abused soul that lay under the earth in his room, a call for his lover.

"Danna, unnnn!"

"I'm coming Deidara." Sasori came through the door, a tray of prepared bed and breakfast in his grasp. This was almost the most impossible moment that ever could be thought about.

He, Akasuna Sasori, was being enslaved until further notice. For reasons that were… completely his own fault…

The redhead placed the tray on the bed carefully and sat down next to the young, and locked eyes. Placing a hand on the smooth cheek, he gave a gentle kiss to the tanned skin.

"Are the painkillers working? Can you sit up?"

"With help… maybe, un."

The puppeteer placed his hands along the other's shoulders and pulled him up. Deidara winced slightly and leaned up against the backboard. The painkillers hadn't really taken their full swing yet, but he was starting to feel a little numb where needed.

"I got you some peanut butter toast, sliced apples, and some tea. After you eat you can go back to sleep for however long you like and then maybe you'll be able to move around so we can go out to eat. Your choice."

The blonde gave a half smile at his Danna's sweet words. He really was trying to make up for last night, he could tell, even though his expression never really changed from his blank stare. But all of it was almost enough to make the younger say he was fine and that the other didn't need to do anything for him. Then again…

When would he ever again get a chance like this? Sure, he could of stopped all of it but… that was beside the point.

"You know Danna," Deidara kept his smile down. "I'm not really in the mood for tea, un."

"Hn. Then what do you want?"

"How about... hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream, un?"

It became a harder task not to grin as he saw an eyebrow twitch on the redhead's face. "Hot chocolate… first thing in the morning?"

He couldn't help it, the temptation was to great.

"Do you not want to do it for me Danna, un? Girls have chocolate all the time when they're feeling bad, don't you think I should have some, un?" With the most innocent face of an angel, a devil was laughing his ass off underneath his exterior at the the elder's strained expression.

Yeah, life was good.

The redhead put on the most forced smile that had ever been shown to the world and said:

"Of course Deidara. I will get you your hot chocolate. And I'll make sure its not to hot so it doesn't burn your tongue."

He left and shut the door carefully, only to then stress his steps so he didn't stomp up the stairs and into the kitchen where Gakupo was washing dishes. The redhead went to the pantry, grabbed a packet of hot chocolate, a can of whipped cream, and marshmallows, threw them on the counter, and reached for a mug from the cabinet to start pouring water into the kettle so he could heat it up.

Sasori started to tap his finger irritability against the counter top, but luckily for him, the purple haired man was merciful and decided to bring up a conversation to distract him.

"Rough morning?"

"So far…" he replied.

"Hm… so I'm guessing young Deidara is taking advantage of you taking advantage of him?"

Okay, maybe this wasn't that merciful.

"Something like that…"

Gakupo chuckled. "It would make sense I suppose. We had to move Nigaito upstairs to sleep with Kaito, but even then the whole building could hear you through the ventilation."

Sasori slammed his head down on the counter, in both frustration and humiliation. Three words running through his head.

What the fuck…?

Why was the entire building listening to them?

"But you could imagine our curiosity. Not many of us even have the ability to enjoy a sexual life."

Sasori calmed at that. Years ago, when he was on job with Kikaito by coincidence, he found out about the Kyoko and their terrible secret that made them very similar to him. Fifty years ago, they once were all singers, and Kaito's brothers were their stage crew. On the night of their last concert, while they were playing on the biggest stage in Europe, four, two story amps exploded. The frequency was so high that most people in the first VIP rows right up front lost their hearing; and just from screaming to much, they lost their voices also. When the bodies of the Kyoko were found, they all were barley alive, and almost burned beyond existence. Kaito's brothers had been spared a little from being backstage, but they still suffered.

That was then their master found them.

He took in all the charred bodies and replaced most of their limbs and organs with robotic technology. So ever since that day, Miku, Kaito, Meiko, Len, Rin, Gakupo, Luka and Gumi were turned into machine dolls with a human brain controlling them. They had very few places where their nerves functioned correctly. But they were alive and they still had each other, and since all of them were orphans, they all were the closest thing each other had.

Once they were all fully healed, they soon found out about the serious damages that had happened to their fans from the first two rows. Feeling responsible, they begged their master to put in new voices and ear drums. After a year, their master gave in and took in all of their fans that had been hurt and gave them new voices just like their's, only underdeveloped. These humans were given the names Utauloids and now worked close with the Kyoko.

But their secret was not kept forever. A certain agency in the government soon found out and demanded that they use the deceives in their vocal cords that produced painful illusions. The Kyoko leader and master obeyed, not wanting to jeopardize those he looked after. So that was where the NND was born. Now the Kyoko didn't really like these people very much, so they rarely talked to them with the exception of Clear, Ask and a few others.

Kikaito told him this sad story once he had accidentally heard his deep baritone voice. And what was sad was his voice was a fluke. When they had first been brought to their master's home, he asked for a volunteer to show that he could be trusted, but also because the voice synthesizer had not been tested yet. Kikaito volunteered. He did in fact get a new voice, but the only problem was the quality. The Kyoko leader promised that the problem would not happen to any of them, and it didn't.

But Kikaito was still left with a voice with glitches.

Sasori knew the man didn't mind it that much anymore, but that he was still conscious about it around strangers.

The water steamed and whistled. The redhead snapped out of the blank state he was in and started to prepare the hot chocolate; whipped cream marshmallows and all. He then took the cup downstairs and to his room. Deidara had been playing with his clay, molding it into little animals and such. But when the elder came into the shared space, the blonde lit up.

"Thank you, Danna, un."

"Hn," Sasori set the cup down next to the other food the younger had yet to touch.

"Hey… Danna?" Deidara's smile was gentle and soft as he looked as this love. "I'm not really hungry now, un. How 'bout I just lay down and…"

The redhead returned his smile genuinely, making him blush.

"Its alright Dei. I'll get out of your way so you can sleep."

The redhead started to walk out of the room, and Deidara was so stunned by the other's tender nature, he barely registered that he grabbed on to Sasori's shirt. Soon the standing man was looking down at him, and Deidara's face fully flushed.

"Um… no. Don't… do that, un…"

"Hn?" Sasori asked calmly, making him even more unsure of himself.

"…Stay…"

"What?"

"Lay down… with me, un…" his cheeks boiled down to a subtle pink when he saw the redhead lips twitch up kindly, making his blonde hair stand on end.

An amazing reminder of how much he loved his Danna.

"Of course, Deidara."

Sasori went around to the other side of the bed and covered his bottom half with the sheets, to then place a light kiss on the younger's forehead. With locked eyes and innocent content, they lowered themselves under the sheets, Deidara partially curling up in his arms.

The sculptor fell asleep quickly. While the other simply just took in the moment with a light curve to his lips. The story of the Kyoko had him thinking quite a bit now; as to how he was lucky enough to be able to love Deidara, even with his physical condition. And it still amazed him, even though he was true art, he had somehow managed to find someone stupid and insane enough to show care to him. And now with his animalistic behavior the night before, it alarmed him to a certain point that such beautiful things were so fragile.

So how was he to mend it?

The idea popped into his head at random. And… even though the idea was not what he would of preferred it to be… he knew Deidara would like it.

Moving to get out of the bed so he could make a call, he got near the edge of the mattress when something kept him from moving. He looked over and saw the younger was holding onto his waist…

Sasori didn't care how fucking cute the brat was, his good natured attitude still had limits.

And so, the redhead struggled to get out of tan arms that seemed to be deceivingly stronger than they looked. But after a full ten minuets of wiggling and growling, he gave up and stared at the blonde.

"You know?" He started while tapping his finger on the mattress. "You are making this increasingly difficult for yourself. And your not even trying!" Sasori growled and turned away from the devil blonde to pull out his cell phone.

He would just have to whisper…

DAY 34 – SATURDAY – 6:43 P.M.

"Sasori no Danna… Fuck you, un."

The two artists were strolling out of the Kyoko's home. Sasori with a feeling of subtle pleasure, and Deidara with the intent to murder.

The reason for Deidara's want to kill, came from many things as it happened. The first was that Sasori was barley talking to him again. Though he was still managing to be tolerable towards the blonde; but… the fact that he had been ignored for almost a week now kinda bugged him. Then with the sudden urgency this morning. When he woke up, the elder was nowhere to be seen, and then out of thin air came three very evil people. Miku, the teal haired girl that had obliviously had a sugar based cereal that morning, burst into his room. Screaming and yelling and about to cry all in the process, by the time she was done, his mouth was taped with his arms and legs tied together. The young blonde twins Rin and Len then entered with expressions of Satan.

They dragged him away upstairs to a private room.

And then his torture had begun. Len stripped him. Rin re-dressed him up like a doll. Miku did his nails. They undressed him to then WAX his leg hair which HURT like a bitch. Len put new clothes on him that consisted of a loose and very short jean skirt that was ruffled at the ends. White leggings that went to about right above his knees. A black and white vertical stripped long sleeved T-shirt. And to top it all off, black one inch heels that came up and wrapped up around his ankle in two helix straps.

The makeup they put on him was modest. Rin seemed to be very careful with a brush. But she put on his usual black eyeliner, then went for the light blush on his cheeks (as if he wasn't already going to be red as hell wearing this get up as it was). Lastly, she put on a thin color of lipstick. After this, Deidara thought they were done and he was free to go. But he was wrong, oh so gravely wrong. Because the three Kyoko members crossed the very last line…

They did his hair.

Now the sculptor wasn't really a picky man about his appearance, he knew most girls thought he was hot anyway. But if there was anything that he took irritable pride in doing and felt great about it afterwards; kinda like he figured girls felt like after shaving their legs, it was his hair. If he didn't do it, then his locks were unruly and wild. Though once he got a straighter through it, and a few choice products, his hair was soft perfect gold.

But yet they denied his hard work.

The three young Kyoko members curled the ideal strands so they ended at his shoulder blades, instead of going down his back. Then they took the hair that covered his left eye and pulled it back around his head and clipped it in with a few tight twits so that both his eyes could be seen.

Which was kinda weird since he never used both his eyes at the same time.

When they were done, they threw him out the door, Len giving him their adieu with just a few words that made his anger explode.

"Sorry, Sasori's orders."

The door slammed. Deidara was ready to kill. He stomped down to the main level, his heels clicking. But he saw the redhead down at the bottom of the steps, waiting.

And though Sasori would never admit it in his entire life; if could still physically blush, he would have. When Deidara first saw the elder, he hesitated. And all for the reason that Sasori was dressed as a normal teenager. White tennis shoes, tan cargo pants, a violet shirt and an dark olive hoodie. And even if it was plain, it surprising that the other would dress so casually.

So now here they were, Sasori dragging him around the city in plain day light, not even seeming to be worried in the least, and was not telling him a thing.

"God damn it Danna! Answer me, un!"

"Hn?" The redhead finally turned around in the busy sidewalk of people to notice him.

"What is with you? First you act all sweet and fawn over me, then you go and ignore me for days and-"

"I ignored you?" The puppeteer seemed shocked at this.

"Un!"

"I suppose I have been a little busy with myself the past few days," his hand reached out to lightly hold his fingertips. "I apologize, Deidara."

The blonde slapped the hand away, not even caring about the few stairs he got from passer-bys.

"How about you apologize for my attackers this morning who mauled me with makeup and terrible clothes and… they ruined my hair, un!"

Sasori stared a little wide eyed at the blonde, not sure how to react. The little tantrum, pout and crossed arms were not expected in the course of the day. But then he smirked as a thought came to him.

Reaching out for Deidara again, there was no choice offered. The elder's grip was firm, and as he grabbed his regular's chin, he brought their lips together, creating a warmth that melted the both of them into each other's arms. But Deidara suddenly realized the time and place and snapped away.

"D-Danna! What are you-" his lips were covered by the redhead's quickly to then move against his ear in hushed whispers.

"One of the many nice things about these outfits is that people don't even glance our way."

"Danna…" Deidara whimper as a nibble came to his ear. "Where are you taking me, hn? Or are you just stealing me away?" Something sparkled in the younger's eyes after he said that, making him chuckle and move a little strand of hair behind his lover's ear.

"On a surprise date you ungrateful brat. What else?"

Stunned.

It was the only word that could describe how he felt then, but just like one of his bombs, he burst after so much had built up.

"Sasori!"

Deidara tackled the other up against a brick building wall with multiple kisses. He couldn't help it! The blonde kissed puppeteer's cheeks, nose, eyes, lips, chin, neck. Basically whatever skin that was visible. Then when he was done he wrapped his arms around the elder's neck and berried his head in the other's chest.

"I love you, Danna, un," he whispered while feeling arms come around his waist.

"Good," the redhead said. "Now how about we get going?"

"Un!"

They merged into the crowd, Deidara linking their hands and refusing to let the other go. They walked for a while to soon come upon a mass of people. It was then the younger realized where he was being taken. It was the Summer's Festival. There were stands and bright colors and games and rides along the side streets. There was just so many people with happy faces, and when someone would occasionally pass him a glace, their expressions never changed.

They had no idea who he was…

Deidara brightened considerably. He played games and ate some yummy fried, fattening and other wise sugar coated food. He somehow even managed to coax Sasori into going on a few rides. But as the sun started to get lower, they started to leave, but they weren't heading back toward the Kyoko home…

"Where are we going now Danna?"

"You'll see…"

The sun got lower with pinks, oranges and yellows mixing into one, but not maroon quite yet. They walked until the redhead made an unexpected turn that made them come to an iron fence that blocked in the park. And before Deidara knew it, Sasori was starting to climb and was landing on the other side of the fence.

"What are you doing, un?"

"The main entrance is closed."

"Then that means its probably closed for some reason. What is this place anyway, hn?"

"It's called Echo Park and I could careless. Start climbing."

"…"

"You don't want to climb because you're in a skirt, don't you?" Sasori crossed his arms.

"… Is it that obvious?"

"Come on Brat, no one is around to see."

Deidara gulped and started to climb up and over, but when he was about halfway down, something slipped up his skirt and pinched his arse.

The blonde yipped and fell to the grass on the other side of the fence, the first thing his eyes catching right above him being the blank face of the redhead…

"Bastard, un."

"Love you too."

Sasori offered a hand, the boy on the ground taking it half-heartedly.

"So, why'd you want in this park anyway, un?"

"How about you follow me and find out?"

"Tch. Fine, un."

The younger followed the senior artist with annoyance and curiosity. And soon they came to the old bridge with a river a good thirty meters below with a rocky shore. Sasori sat back against one of beams and patted on the wood beside him for Deidara to join. Though he knew he would regret it later probably, the blonde sat down and watched the now dark sky.

"You still haven't told me why you wanted in here, un." Deidara let his head fall on the other's shoulders, suddenly feeling tense for no reason it seemed.

"…"

"And I'm only worrying about you ya know, un…" his nerves suddenly hitched and he started to ramble in the silence of the moment. "I mean I know your impatient, un, and I guess this is your way for making up for last weekend when you gave me a soar ass but that was my first time, un, and you shouldn't be that concerned so much, so-"

"Brat."

"Hai?"

The redhead smirked. "If you're so worried about my impatient manner, why don't you calm down your hormones and start up a conversation?"

"Hn… Conversation, un…" He shut down, not really sure what had happened to him. So he scanned through the events of the day, trying to find something, but it seemed words just decided to fall out of his mouth. "What are some of those supposed 'many' advantages these clothes have, un?"

Sasori chuckled a little at this question. "Just to name a few? Well, I knew we would need disguises. So I made myself look younger with these and those brought out your feminine side."

"Je, thanks Danna, un…" he crossed his arms. Now feeling more irritated and more like a god damn girl. He sensed arms slither around his waist and pull him in between the other's legs.

"Don't be like that Dei."

Though the words were sweet, the blonde could imagine the other's face perfectly impassable.

"There's other things too, you know."

"Hn?" He glowered. "Like what?"

"How about I can see both your eyes?" A squeeze came to his waist, his mood softening just a little. "And that you can enjoy yourself without being really seen."

"That… did make me happy, un."

"But you know what's the best thing?"

"What?"

A pinch came to his butt, making his jump. "Full ass access."

"Danna!"

There was a whistle below them. His position was suddenly shifted and he was in Sasori's full hold, his lips being brought in for a kiss. And then suddenly, as their lips touched, a bright red light flashed and a boom range out. Deidara turned his head quickly and saw a flower of fire dissolve into smoke.

"Fireworks…" Deidara couldn't find any words except for a few. "So this is how you repay me, un…" He leaned back into his lover's embrace, as his head resting on the other's shoulder.

"The reason they closed the park is so they can set the fireworks off. They're right below us as it happens, so I got you the best seat in the house." The soft words drifted past his ear just as another whistle came from below them, and a gold explosion bloomed in the dark sky. "Is this sufficient?"

The sculptor smiled. "Un."

They watched the fireworks go off 'til late in the night, the grand finally making Deidara grin brighter than most thought possible. Then once all had ended; the fire flowers wilted and their smoke winds gone, the two artists stayed there just in each other's company. Enjoying each their presences.

Sasori was happy that he had managed to raise his little Brat's spirit's, but being constantly kind… well, kind for him, was tiring in a sweetly sick way. But there was one last thing he had planned to finish off the night, and with the younger snuggling in his arms, he thought it was the perfect moment to set things in play.

Deidara felt kisses down his neck. Soon these light touches became a hot tongue and merciless teeth along his sensitive skin. The arms around his waist tightened and raised him up into the other's hold. Then a surprise hand slipped under his skirt, and rubbed up against his manhood with teasing finger tips.

"Sasori no Danna…" The blonde whimpered with a shiver down his body. "Not… here, un…"

"Yes here," another bite came to the tan neck. Sasori felt his lover tense, confirming his fears. "Dei, this time its going to be all about you. I promise that you will feel nothing but pleasure this time, and though I can't promise a completely painless awakening, it's only because your body isn't used to it yet. But with a little practice, I can tell you that you will be in complete ecstasy no matter what we do."

Deidara turned to look at him, but the look given was not what he expected. It seemed more… confused than he wanted.

"Did you think I wouldn't want to love you again just because I woke up with a sore butt, un?" The younger blinked. "After how much you've been trying to make it up to me when you really didn't have to, un? … I'd still love you no matter what."

His regular kissed his lips, the moment swelling with heat soon enough.

But luck was not with them that night.

Faster than anyone could comprehend, smoke enveloped the two artists. Sasori felt a pinch in his heart capsule and he fell of the wooden bridge limp. Deidara screamed and kicked, but someone came behind him. The last thing his eyes were able to catch was the sight of two gold orbs, gleaming with victory.

He passed out…

DAY 35 – SUNDAY – 5:59 A.M.

The sun was rising and the sweet dew on the grass sparkled. The wood of the old bridge in Echo Park was cold to the point of numbness.

Sasori's eyes opened suddenly, his body jerking. He had been poisoned. But this was not the thing that alarmed him to the point of snapping sanity.

It was the fact that Deidara was nowhere to be seen.