Permission

By: Silverwolf

In time Deidara had learned the language. The child not only had chores throughout the house he now attended school. With blonde hair and blue eyes the existing geisha were all waiting to take on an exotic younger sister. All Deidara worried about was surviving the next day. And with understanding the language around him came the understanding of his situation. Also Deidara now had extra debt added to his purchase price. Though the blonde child didn't realize the owed debt was reduce each time the small figurines he created were sold. Why waste a skill the child came to them with?

Deidara sits just outside the house watching the birds search the grass for worms. He was supposed to practicing the lessons he'd learned in school earlier. Instead Deidara was busy listening to the silence around him. There was times when h wished he could sleep all day like the woman he'd been told about.

She was a Geisha and he was only a student in the art. If he'd understood the girl correctly the other three in the house had also once been Geisha. Now far too old to continue with such a life they ran the place Deidara now belonged to.

Even with schooling Deidara was still confused as what exactly a geisha was. The blonde didn't even seem to think that being one was even important. He could've been happy returning to his past life. At least he understood all that was expected of him then. Deidara had learned to everything from being a pick pocket to dancing in his past. He doubted any of that could help him now. If he stole from here it was likely he'd be hit. And though he'd showed the girl he attended school with what he knew of dance she called it Kabuki.

He could admit he didn't exactly dislike school. He did dislike being called a girl. Though he'd been firmly told that he ever told anyone that he was not female he would find himself drowned in the river despite the loss the house would be taking upon his death. The child didn't wish to die so he kept silent.

There were points Deidara didn't like. One of them being the woman he usually was dressed in rich patterned. She continued to try her spell or intimidation towards Deidara. Despite her efforts the child only proved annoyed. The small child wasn't intimidated easily.

Deidara returns to inside the house when he hears someone call. The child snatches up his stuff and a clay figurine. The sparrow finds its place in the hand of the woman that called the small blonde. Deidara watches the woman place it higher than the child can reach after staring at it closely. He steps forward in silence the other child within the house is busy with her chores. Deidara blinks as he is placed in front of a block of clay. The woman looks at Deidara. She begins in her tongue.

"Go ahead child. Whatever you desire it to be." Deidara looks at her with a tilt his his head. As both hand reaches out slowly for the clay the blonde feels the woman begin tying his hair back. The blonde doesn't protest. The last time he'd stated something he'd gotten smacked.

At least he was now allowed to sit with the clay. Though he didn't quite understand why since the first time he'd touched it he had gotten a rather harsh punishment. Now he was allowed a bit of time late in the evening to mess with clay. He hadn't heard the conversation of them selling his work for profit towards his debt. He did understand what was meant when the woman told him he belonged to the house now. Deidara had been sold before, the difference was this time it was far from ruse. There would be no one coming to free him. This time he was actually sold.

A/N: I know I have yet to name the females within the house. I'll get to eventually. Readers are welcome to give suggestions.

ItachiSilverwolf