(Deidara is 15 Sasori is 23)

Deidara panicked as he looked around his room. Where is it? He looked everywhere for it, but no sign. It wasn't in his hiding spot or anywhere else. He whimpered and looked in his hiding spot again. Nothing. Biting his lip, he sat down.

He lost the bracelet Sasori had given him, or at least misplaced it. He never wore it out, but sometimes he would wear it when it was just him and Sasori around. He remembered putting it back in his secret spot and now it was gone.

The one thing Sasori gave him and he lost it. Frowning, he walked out of this room and headed into the kitchen since it was breakfast time. He heard humming and looked around to see Matsuri walking out of the kitchen, something on her wrist.

"Th-that's my bracelet, un!" the brunette stopped and looked down at her right wrist.

"Really? I found it outside. I cleaned it up and-"

"No, it's-"

"Who said you could interrupt me?" the slave asked, a glare present on her face. "Anyway, I found it in the garden, so I guess it's mine now." she just shrugged and began walking away, only to be stopped.

"Danna gave that to me, un," Deidara said, pulling at her shoulder. Even though she has five years older than him, he was the same height as her.

"How about this?" she sneered, pulling away from the blond's grip. "I keep this and I don't say anything about your little secret? Deal?" Deidara's mind faltered just barely and he gulped. Of course she knew, which made her hate him even more and it meant that she could almost get anything from him. "Well?"

"... F-fine," he said, barely even moving his lips. The brunette smiled and walked away, no one noticing her new bracelet.

Deidara wanted to cry, as he saw his gift being taken away. The one thing he could call his own and it was gone.

"Hey, Deidara, are you going to have breakfast, dattebayo?"

"Y-yes, Naruto, un," Deidara said, as he turned around already heading to the kitchen.

"Well, hurry up it's almost gone," the twelve year-old said, taking his elders hand and leading him to the soup. "One more bowl, Tenten." the chef nodded and smiled, before pouring another bowl for the depressed looking blond.

Deidara looked at the soup in distaste and frowned. Ever since the war started the food had been more rotten than before. It looked like a green smile with what he thought were some potatoes, and it smelled like the things the pigs were given to eat.

Sitting down at his usual table, he took the bowl in his hands and began to drink the liquid. He was barely even aloud to use utensils anymore. After a second, he pulled away and coughed. It tasted even worse than what he had for dinner, which he thought was a rotted version of what he was eating.

"I'm done, un," he said, pushing his bowl away.

"Okay, but you won't be able to eat for the rest of the day," Ino warned, as she slurped her soup. Another down side was they didn't get bread anymore, which made most of the slaves and servants even more hungry.

"I know... Bye," Deidara muttered, as he put his bowl on the counter for the chef to wash later, or reuse.

As Deidara walked on the second floor, he could smell the food the other nobles were having and his stomach growled. Sasori had offered him some of his food before, but of course Deidara refused since he didn't want to be treated any differently than anyone else.

As he got to the third floor, he saw Sakura. Of course if he didn't want to be beaten by her fan, he had to bow down as she passed. He got to his knees and put his forehead on the floor, his hands supporting them.

"Hm, you can bow better than that, can't you?" the pinkette asked, stepping on his back, making him flinch. "Lower, slave," she ordered and he got as low as he could. "Much better," she said, before shoving him and walking off.

Deidara frowned and got up once she was out of sight. He couldn't care less that his clothes were now covered in dust, they were dirty already. He continued his walk to his Danna's room, hoping he was in a good mood, since he would barely even talk to the blond if he was working with the war.

The war. It was taking over his master's life, his sleep, but it wouldn't take away his love. He still treated his servant with as much love and care as he could and Deidara felt spoiled.

His Danna was giving him reading and writing lessons, but Deidara thought that they were just a waste of time. He didn't know when he was ever going to ever use these skills since he was a servant and reading wasn't his best forte, or writing for that matter.

Deidara smiled as he saw his master's bedroom door coming up. Once he got to it, he knocked lightly.

"Come in."

Deidara tried not to flinch at the hard tone and turned the nob.

"H-hello, Danna, un," he said, a small smile on his face.

The said redhead turned around and smiled back. "Hello, love. Done with breakfast already?" Deidara just nodded and closed the bedroom door.

"It wasn't that good, but I've had worse, un," he said, as he walked over to his Danna, who opened his lap for him to sit in. Deidara took the offer and looked at all of the things the prince had laid out on his desk. Maps, notes, plans, all sorts of things. "Have you been sleeping lately?" Deidara asked, eyeing the dark rings under his master's eyes.

He gave a yawn and stretched his arms, only to have them wrap around his waist. "Barely. It seems I'm the only one who could actually make a good plan on where to go in the war." Deidara frowned.

"You need sleep, Dan-"

"I could say the same thing about you. Since when have you had a night without any nightmares?" he asked, a small smile on his face.

Deidara's frown deepened. "They're getting better, and sometimes it's just cold in my room, un," the blond admitted.

"I already told you, you can sleep with me," Sasori said, kissing down the blond's neck.

"People would get suspicious if I'm always in your room, un," Deidara said, trying not to stutter as Sasori began sucking on that one spot.

"If they would, then I would tell them it's nothing, then it'll be fine," the prince said, pulling away.

"But is it nothing, Danna?"

"Of course not-"

*Knock* *Knock*

"Sasori," a firm voice said and Deidara quickly got off his Danna's lap, as the door opened; luckily his hair covering up the love bite the prince had just made and bowed down to the ground.

"Yes, father?" Sasori asked, as if he were tired and busy.

"The generals want the invasion plan. Now." Deidara flinched at the hard tone he used, and he tried to ignore the glare that the king sent him.

"It's right here, father, Sasori said, already holding a rolled up scroll tied with a red string.

"Good. I'll have the generals look this over and in the meantime your services are no longer needed in the war." the king held the scroll in his hand tightly and left for the door.

"Yes, father," Sasori said, already getting tired of the line. Once the king left, the prince sighed. "You don't have to bow every time you see my father or any other noble," Sasori said, helping his love up.

"It's respect, Danna. Besides, it's the right thing to do, un." the redhead just shook his head and smiled.

"You don-"

"I don't like being treated more special than any other slave or servant, un. It's not right," Deidara said, his eyes a downcast.

"But you are different from any other servant, love," Sasori said, a smile still on his face.

"I wish I wasn't, un. It feels like I'm spoiled and... It feels wrong that all of the other servants and slaves lives are harder than mine," the blond admitted.
"Please, Deidara. You're life has been harder than all of theirs; I'm sure a few moments of relaxing will do no harm... And speaking of relaxing, you're very dirty," Sasori said, brushing his thumb over his lover's cheek.

"Sakura made me bow and I got all dusty, but it's fine; I'm getting a bath today-"

"And by bath you mean, getting splashed by cold water?" Sasori asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I get used to it, Danna. Besi-"

"I can always give you a bath," Sasori said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

Deidara just blushed and tried to look away. "I wouldn't feel comfortable with that, un."

"Why not? I've seen you nude bef-"

"I know, but... I wasn't even aware of what was going on at that point," Deidara admitted, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"It'll be fine. Besides, I need a bath, too." and Deidara's blush deepened even more. Sure he had seen his Danna shirtless, but nothing more and he hadn't expected to see anymore.

"I-I think that's a bad idea, Danna, un," Deidara said, his face redder than any apple he had ever eaten.

"If you don't want me to, that's fine, but I'm pretty sure that you will need help with bathing yourself."

"And why would I need help?" Deidara asked, now looking away.

"Because you may use to much soap, or not scrub all of your back, or possibly drown," the prince said, his smirk slowly disappearing. "I wouldn't want the last one to happen at all."

Deidara frowned and sighed. "Fine."

Deidara and Sasori headed toward the bathroom to see some buckets of water already prepared, since the prince was probably already going to take a bath. The redhead poured the buckets in and gestured for the blond to strip.

"T... Turn around, un." Sasori just rolled his eyes and did so. A few seconds later he heard clothing being removed and a splash of water. He looked over to see the blond in the bathtub and looking relaxed. "The water is nice," he muttered, his eyes slowly closing.

Sasori smiled and grabbed a bathing rag, before getting some soup and making the rag all bubbly. He motioned for his servant to sit up, which he did and Sasori washed his scarred back. He then proceeded to clean his chest, which Deidara enjoyed very much and then his arms.

"Sasori!" the duo flinched when they heard the prince's bedroom door open.

"Shit," the redhead muttered, before going and locking the bathroom door. "I'm bathing, Sakura. Please go away."

"B-but, Sasori! I left my fan in here!"

"It's on my bed, now please leave," the redhead said, his voice even more annoyed.

"Fine!" there was a shuffle of feet and the door closed.

Sasori sighed and looked down at the pale blond. "It's fine," he said, trying to reassure his servant.

Deidara just gulped and nodded. "I know, it's just that was close, un." the prince smiled and nodded.

"It was, but let's finish getting you all clean." Deidara smiled small, "Okay." and they proceeded.

Soon all that was left was below Deidara's waist line and Sasori let him do that. After his hair was washed, Sasori handed the blond a towel and he stepped out of the luke warm water to dry himself.

Sasori turned back around and eyed the freezing blond, before going and helping him dry off. Sasori grabbed another towel and helped dry his servant's blond hair, which was still soaking. The towel that Deidara had was almost as long as him and he kept on tripping on it, as they moved to Sasori's bedroom.

Deidara's teeth chattered, as he held himself closer to the towel. "You can borrow some of my clothes," Sasori offered, wrapping his arms around the shaking blond.

"N-n-no, u-un. I-I'm g-g-g-gonna w-wear mi-mine." Sasori rolled his eyes and let go of the blond.

"They're dirty, and besides, mine are warmer." Deidara didn't feel like arguing and he just nodded his head. Sasori smiled and went to go get some pants and a shirt.

Once the blond was dressed and his hair was made, his shaking ceased just barely. "Th-thank you, un." Sasori smiled and wrapped his arms around his still cold servant.

"No need to thank me, love. I would do anything for you in a heartbeat." Deidara could feel his cheeks warm at the comment. His Danna really cared for him.
"Thank you, un." the redhead just chuckled and shook his head.

"Its fine," he said, as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the blond's lips. Deidara's eyes slipped closed and he moved his lips in return. Everything felt so warm and nice.

*Knock* *Knock*

"Your highness?" Deidara's eyes opened and he pulled away form his master.

"Come in," Sasori ordered, also upset to have their moment ruined.

Of course, Matsuri came through the door holding new sheets. "Your bed needs to be made," she said, a small smile on her face. Deidara tried to ignore the look she sent him and the new bracelet she was wearing.

"Hurry up," the prince ordered, harshly as he sat down at his desk to continue with his plans. Deidara wished that he didn't get so serious so quickly.

Matsuri hummed, as she changed the sheets her short brown hair swaying to whichever side she moved. Deidara gulped as he saw her throw him a nasty look and he turned his eyes away.

"All done," he chirped, as she took the old sheets in her arms.

"That's fine. Now go." she just nodded and smirked at the blond.

After a minute Deidara sat down on the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest. He didn't feel like being around any company, and his Danna seemed busy.
"I... I'm going to go now, Danna, un," Deidara said, his voice low.

"Why?" the prince asked, as he turned around in his seat.

"... You just seem busy and I don't want to distract you," Deidara said, standing up and placing a kiss on his master's cheek. "I'll be back tonight, un," he reassured, his hand brushing the prince's cheek.

Sasori held the hand and sighed. "Fine. Will you be sleeping with me tonight?" Deidara gulped and nodded.

"Y-yes. I think it'll be cold tonight," Deidara admitted, making his Danna smile.

"Okay." and with that he placed a small kiss on his lover's lips.

-In Deidara's room-

Deidara honestly didn't know why he left. Something didn't seem right and he wanted to leave, but that didn't seem like a good reason.

"You think he cares about you?" Deidara looked up from his hands to see Matsuri in his doorway.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You don't know that he's using you?" the brunette asked, as she crossed her arms.

"He's not using m-"

"Of course he is. He got bored with Princess Sakura and now he has you. You're just something he plays with in his spare time." Deidara knew it wasn't true, but the way the slave was saying it, it sounded real. Was he just being used for someone else's entertainment?

"You're just trying to make me doubt him, un," Deidara said, glaring at the brunette.

"What makes you say that? I'm just telling the truth. Didn't you notice that he saw my bracelet but didn't say anything. He doesn't care fo-"

"Why would you lie just to make him sound bad? I didn't know that you would stoop so low," Deidara admitted.

"Please, he just makes it look like he cares, but on the inside you're just a toy to him, a pice of meat, nothing more," Matsuri said it with such confidence that Deidara actually began to wonder.

His Danna was being strange lately. Deidara thought it was nothing, but everything was decreasing. The loving words, the touches, the gentle look. Deidara shook the thoughts from his head.

Matsuri was messing with him. The reason his Danna was being all of those things was just because he was tired and stressed from the war.
"Leave, Matsuri, un." the brunette just scoffed and closed the door.

For some reason it seemed that the slave's words had gotten to him and he almost had to clarify it. Deidara decided it was nothing, and stayed on his bed for the rest of the day, not even bothering to go back to the prince's room for the night.

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