A/N: I don't own Naruto, so shut up and read.

Warning: OOC'ness and fluff lie ahead.

He sat in the corner of his room, trembling and fighting away tears. He could hear his father yelling downstairs at some inanimate object, probably for getting in the way while he drunkenly made his way down the hallway to his room.

He just wanted to be alone...He didn't want to be here with his father. This place...Wasn't a place you could call home. The person stumbling his way through the hallway wasn't even fit enough to be called a parent.

He flinched as the door swung open, and his tears fell, because he knew what was going to happen. His father was throwing so many curse words at him- many of them he couldn't even comprehend the meaning too- he was only five, for the love of god.

"Come here Deidara, daddy wants to have a talk with you..." He slurred slightly, his blonde hair- much like Deidara's, swaying in his face with every step.

The boy was dead silent, all except a small whimper emitting from his throat, giving himself away. Shakily, he made his way out of the corner, walking up to his father.

"That's a good boy.." He muttered, placing a hand on his head.

...That would've made Deidara relax, but he knew it was just a show. It always was. It always had been.

And he was right, because the next thing he knew, that same hand that was once gently on top of his head was now slamming him straight accross the face.

His eyes shot open, his breath heavy as tears entered his eyes. A pitiful whimper emitted from his throat as he trembled under the blankets he was covered with.

It was just a dream...

Sasori looked up from one of the puppets he was working on, over to the bed that held the small child he had taken from the streets no more than a few hours ago. Silently, he got up, walking over to where the boy was resting.

He couldn't help but smile, sitting on the edge of the bed, running one hand calmingly through his hair.

Deidara froze. That touch felt so familiar...He didn't want to look up at whose it was. He was afraid it was going to be his father again...And that the whole dream was real after all.

"It's okay, you were just dreaming." The voice spoke.

The he relaxed again. It was that man again, the one who saved him...Slowly, he sat up, wiping at his eyes constantly, but the tears wouldn't stop.

All in all, he just felt like utter, complete crap. Not to mention dirty. He couldn't remember the last time he had a proper bath.

Sasori picked the boy up again, "Well...Now that you're up, lets get you cleaned up..." He said, staring at the time. The clock read 2:00 AM, normally the time he'd fall asleep after spending the night working on his puppets, but he'd take an extra few minutes tonight to help out the kid.

Eventually, he had gotten the him into the bathtub, scrubbing his hair clean of any grime and dirt that had settled its' way in. The boy seemed less troubled now- more relaxed, it could've been because of the bubbles. He seemed fairly amused by their fluffy state, pulling them into his hands, and throwing them around-...Hitting Sasori in the face a few times with them.

But he laughed right along with him anyways.

"So what's your name?" Sasori finally asked. The boy immediatly quieted down, blushing slightly. He hated talking to people, he was always afraid he'd say the wrong thing...And then get hurt for it..."D-Deidara...Un..." He managed out quietly, looking down at the water.

Sasori laughed quietly, "Ah...I see." He started, "My name is Sasori. It's nice to meet you, Deidara." He finished.

The boy stayed silent, trying to look occupied with somthing else to keep himself from talking.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Deidara." He started, "I promise." He recieved no answer.

"...Alright, ready to get back out?" He finished. The boy stayed silent again, only nodding. Sasori finished up, rinsing the soap out of his hair, before drying him off, pulling out a shirt, most defiantly ten times to big for the boy. Well...There wasn't much he could do about that, they didn't really keep an abundance of child clothes around. It'd have to do untill the boys clothes were washed.

"Ready to go back to bed?"

The boy shook his head no. A lie, he was over tired, he just didn't want that dream to occur again.

"...Hungry?" He asked again.

Another shake of the head, he didn't want to ask for anything. His stomache growled, and he flinched, holding his arms around it as if it would muffle the noise.

Sasori walked out, searching through the refrigerator for somthing edible. Well...The other members didn't exactly eat what you would call...Normal...Eventually though, he had found somthing, and Deidara had it gone in about 30 seconds. After he was finished, he carried the boy back up to his room, before resituating him back into the bed.

Deidara looked up at him with a frightened expression.

"Go to sleep, kid." He said as he covered him up, giving him a reassuring smile. He sat back down on the side of the bed, "Here...I'll stay here untill you fall asleep, alright?" He asked.

For some reason, that made him feel better.

Because he felt that hand on his head again.

Only this time, he knew it wasn't a show, and he wasn't going to get beaten afterwards. His eyes slowly drooped, as he finally fell back into a calm sleep with Sasori by his side.

Hmm..Short chapters, eh? They seemed much longer than this...Oh well. Read and review! No flames, please!