(Deidara is 18, Sasori is 26)

-Two weeks later-

Sasori stared carefully at the piece of wood in front of him. It had been around thirteen years since he had done this. Ever since Deidara had become his servant he never had time anymore, only for his studies and he had found a new hobby for medicine.

Sighing, the redhead picked up his old carving knife and began scraping at the wood. Even after the years he still felt like he knew everything. The motions of his wrist, the curves of the wood; everything. He felt a small smile come to his lips. This always calmed him the most whenever he was stressed. Why was he stressed, you say?

Then his mind faltered and he carved out a large piece of wood. Growling he shoved the wood from his desk and pulled at his hair. Damn geezer! He thought, angrily.

The reason he had been starting his old hobby again was simply because he was stressed beyond belief. More meetings took place over the week and the general seemed to be making it worse and worse. Not only that, but Deidara was attacked again. The blond was still trying to recover from a broken arm. The servant had just said that he had put up a fight and all but Sasori still found him crying on his bedroom floor, in agony.

Deidara was currently resting in the king's bed, but the sound of crashing wood abruptly woke him up. "Mmm, Danna, un?" He asked, confused, rubbing his right eye with his only arm. This time his left arm had been broken.

The redhead sighed. "I'm sorry I woke you, love. Go back to sleep," He ordered as he picked up his small piece of wood, planning on working with what he had.

Yawning, Deidara got out of bed and limped over to his master. He was still sore from also being beaten. "You seem really upset, Danna."

The king growled and turned around, standing up to his full height. "Of course I am! I do something wrong and you're getting punished for it! It shouldn't be like that, Deidara!"

The blond just stood there, staring up at his screaming master. Sighing, he rested his head against his chest and wrapped his right arm around his torso. This stopped the older male and Deidara felt an arm wrap around him. "I'm sorry that you're mad, Danna, but... you can always have guards around, or something?"

Sasori shook his head. "No, I already tried that," He admitted and for some reason Deidara wasn't bothered by the fact that he was being protected.

"Well, what do we do?"

"... I don't know," The king sighed but he did have an idea. One that would never work... Run away. From everything. It was stupid considering that everyone knew his face and could report him back to Suna.

Sighing, Deidara looked up at his master with tired eyes. "Come to bed, un?" He asked with a quirk of his head.

Sasori nodded and helped Deidara to walk to the bed since standing in one spot was making the blond's bad leg hurt. Sasori helped Deidara get into bed and get him as comfy as possible with his arm. Right as Sasori was about to get in, there was a knock on the door.

"There has been another war meeting called, your highness," A servant yelled from the other side of the door.

Sighing, Sasori put the blanket over his tired lover and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back soon, love," He whispered, before leaving.

"Ah, Sasori, why is it that every time we have a meeting you're late? I thought you hated to keep people waiting?"

The King repressed a glare and sat down. "If the meetings were informed before hand then I wouldn't be late."

The old man just sneered and the meeting began. "We're still lacking in a large number of troops, your highness," The head knight said, his face somber. "We have recruited all that have volunteered but no one else will step forward."

Sasori looked down at the numbers in front of him and almost cursed. They barely even got a quarter of the army back. "Then we take the men by force. Any the age of sixteen and older and make sure that they have the potential to learn how to fight."

There was a scoff and Sasori looked up to see Kaori glaring at him. "The kingdom will put up a fight-"

"And we have resorted to doing this before, general. I think that any teen at the age of sixteen or older is well enough to fight."

The general smirked and leaned back in his chair as he crossed his arms. "Then I guess your slave will do?"

At that moment Sasori could feel his blood run cold. He still had the image of his love sleeping in bed, injured and weak; he would never survive the battle field.

The general smirked as he saw the King's expression. He looked startled but he quickly covered it up. "My servant is currently bedridden due to an injury; and besides what's the point of having him when he can't even fight?"

"The boys you were about to take can't fight-"

"But we would train them-"

"Then why not you're slave? You can train him," The general said as a matter of fact.

"We need men now and my servant wouldn't be ready to fight for a while now-"

"So when he's better he'll join the army?"

Sasori took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "He would not help with the war in any way, so there would be no reason for him to join," He hissed through his teeth.

"I think he should." Sasori was slowly losing his patience, but then again, he never even had it.

"I am tired of your disrespect to me, old man. You are only here to help with this war and nothing else. If you have any problem with me then get out or actually fight me, instead of having your minions to take care of it instead."

Everything went silent. The general looked angry and shocked. "I am your elder-"

"And I am your King... Get out. I've had enough of you," He ordered, pointing to the door. Kaori looked at everyone shocked and slowly stood up with his cane. Sasori sighed and went to the door. "This meeting is over." And he left. He was not about to leave his servant unprotected after what he had just done.

He almost ran to his bedroom, hoping the blond was okay. Now that he looked back at it, that was pretty stupid. Once he saw his room come into view he slowed down and quickly opened the door, relieved to find his love sleeping in bed. He was okay. Sighing, he closed and locked the door, before walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge.

Blue eyes slowly opened from hearing a door close, then slide back shut. He was exhausted. "Danna?" He asked, confused, when he felt someone sit down on the bed.

He heard a sigh. "I'm here."

Again, Deidara's eyes opened and he saw his master sitting on his bed, looking worn down. Yawning, the blond sat up and scooted closer to his lover. "What's wrong, un?"

The King sighed and gave a tired smile. "I may have done something stupid and I have a feeling it'll come back to bite me."

Deidara's eyebrows furrowed. "Wh-what did you do?"

Sasori looked down and his smile fell, only to be replaced by a stoic expression. "I yelled at the general today because I was tired of his behavior and I think it'll affect you more than me," He confessed, ashamed. He should have been thinking about his love and not let his ego get in the way, but he couldn't.

The King felt something land on his shoulder and he realized it was a head. Deidara has his eyes closed and Sasori was positive he was asleep but thought against it once the blond started talking. "I don't think he'll do anything, un."

Sasori scoffed. "Yeah, not him but his minions will," He hissed, before wrapping an arm gently around his love, trying to not touch his arm.

Deidara hummed something and nuzzled his face into his master's neck. Sasori gave a small smile and turned his head so his servant's head was under his chin completely. He gently brushed his hair and sat there, enjoying the peace and silence.

He wished that they could stay like that forever and his previous idea came back to him. There was a small chance that they could escape but then again, everyone knew what he looked like; and he would have to wait for the perfect opening to leave in the first place.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock. "Sasori, you said that we would have tea today," An angry voice said.

The said redhead sighed. Sakura was in one of her angry mood swings now. Sighing, he gently lied his servant down for the second time that day and went to open the door. He was greeted by his wife and she looked more angrier than usual.

He sighed. "Who did what?" He asked, just wanting to get rid of her.

"You," She answered. "We barely even do anything anymore! Before it was okay, but I haven't seen you in two weeks!"

Sighing, Sasori stepped out of his room, and closed the door, not wanting his wife's screaming to wake his love. "I've been very busy, Sakura-"

"Oh, and by busy you mean screwing that whore of yours?"

"No, by busy I mean running a kingdom," He growled, already getting mad at her. He hated it when she called his servant a whore and ever since she found out that was all she would call him.
"You don't do anything! Ever since you've become King you have done nothing! You have gone into the kingdom once and that was all! You barely even show your face anymore!"

Sasori sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I have been helping with the war. I don't have to make public appearances," He explained, as he gripped his door handle, already planning on going back to his room.

"We still have our tea, Sasori," The queen hissed. She reached her hand to his wrist and pulled him from the door. Sasori growled. For a pregnant woman she was very strong.

"I am not going anywhere, Sakura."

"Then everyone will know of your whore-"

"And everyone will know that you're a whore also for getting pregnant by someone who isn't your husband," Sasori retorted, stopping in his place and pulling his hand free.

Sakura took a deep breath and glared up at her husband. "We are going, Sasori. I don't care if anyone finds out because they won't believe you-"

"And no one will believe you."

The pinkette scoffed. "Please. The way you treat him is enough proof as is."

Growling, Sasori ordered a guard from down the hall to come over and he gave them very strict instructions to stay by his bedroom and make sure no one goes inside.

After that he and Sakura walked to a parlor on the second floor, the redhead just wanting to get the small get together over with.

Sakura smirked as she saw her husband glaring at his tea, totally unknowing. Just a few more minutes.

"I'm done with my tea," Sasori said, as he stood up.

Sakura nodded and continued to sip her's while her husband left, a small smirk climbing onto her face.

Sasori tried to go as fast as he could without attracting attention. He had been gone around half an hour and that was plenty of time for Kaori to do something. As he got closer to his bedroom, he noticed that the guard he had put there was gone and instead there were two other men.

Cursing, the King walked up to the two men, who looked shocked to see him there. "And what is it that you're doing here?"

One of the men were about to respond, but was interrupted by a small cry.

Sasori's eyes widened and he pushed passed the two guards and to his bedroom. There he found his lover on the floor, beaten bloody. He saw the old general standing on the other side of the room observing as his henchman continued to abuse the poor blond.

The next thing Deidara knew, the blows stopped and there was silence. He looked up to see his master standing in front of him, sword in hand. He could hear him ask something in a yell, but he couldn't hear it from all the blood pounding in his ears. His muscles ached and his arm burned. He had various cuts all over his body, some even on his face, making seeing difficult because of the blood. His eyes slowly closed.

After a while there was no more sound and he felt himself being picked up. He opened his eyes, to see his Danna's worried face and he gave a small smile, before saying something, but there was no sound. He just kept on talking in silent whispers, making his lover frown down at him.

Deidara saw the redhead run over to his shelf and grab various vials and bandages. He quickly walked back and soon Deidara was being treated once more. If it wasn't for the King fate would have had him long ago and he could finally rest. He gave a small giggle as Sasori began applying medicine that should've stung like a bee.

Soon Deidara was in bandages again and saying he looked like a mummy would be an understatement. He had a cut right above his left eye, so there was a bandage over his eye anyway and it wrapped around his head. He had small bandages on his cheeks from a few scratches and more going down his chest. His right forearm had a large cut and his back had another that went across his back diagonally. A few more cuts and scrapes followed down his legs but there was nothing more.

Deidara's eyes were half-lidded as his Danna was done. He now felt the pain. It was taking almost every being inside his body to not cry out in pain. His throat was dry, but he didn't dare ask his lover to get him some water, for fear of slipping. His master was currently sitting in a chair by the bed he was resting in, his head and arms down on the plush blankets, making the servant guess he was sleeping.

Very slowly, Deidara let out a small breath and let a few tears leave his uncovered eye, trying to at least relieve some of his pain. He bit his lip and clenched his right hand, as he tried to restrain himself from making any sound. He let out a small whimper and a few more followed, till he was crying.

God, he hadn't hurt this bad in years. Everything burned as if he had been fully engulfed in flames and then being left in the scorching sun. Soon his master had woken up and he tried his best to comfort the blond. He whispered sweet nothings to him and reassured him that everything was going to be all right and that nothing like this would ever happen again.

After a while, Deidara passed out from pain and exhaustion and Sasori almost cursed as he pulled at his hair. He was tired of his servant being so tormented because of him and because of where they were. At times like this he really considered running away, not worrying about anybody but themselves.

Yeah, nothings really gonna be happy XD

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