After I returned home from work, I dashed to Deidara's room immediately. I hope I hadn't starved him to death or something. No food was given to him for lunch, since I wanted him to cut down some fat. I grabbed my key and unlocked the door.

Deidara was lying on the bed, asleep. It's amazing how my racket didn't wake him. I closed the door behind me quietly, not wanting to wake him up.

I put down the bag of groceries I bought just now and lay on the bed, right next to Deidara. I leaned closer to scrutinize his beauty, plus taking a picture with a camera before he had the chance to resist ( to keep the memory of this moment eternal, of course). His chest rose and fell in his deep breathing, with all his facial muscles relaxed. There was nothing that I've seen more peaceful than that steady and quiet intake of air. But behind his closed eyelids were droplets of tears that sparkled against the dim vermillion light of dusk. Suddenly, he flinched. The tear rolled down his pale face. He was shaking his head, mumbling words I couldn't catch.

"Deidana!" Deidara opened his eyes with a start, plus sitting up and bumping real hard on my head.

"Kuso! Learn to wake up properly, brat!"

He gasped. "Sasori no Danna! I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know you are here, like, suddenly, I didn't mean to – "

"Dreamt of your sister?"

He seemed surprised at my question, and nodded in response. "And my mother too."

"But not your father?"

"He died two years ago."

For the first time since our encounter, I felt feelings towards him other than lust. I discovered that he was actually a person with rather sad a past, I have seen it in his eyes. Somehow, the azure-coloured eyes reflected the feelings of sorrow and also the tough side of him. I felt bad for asking such a question.

"I am sorry."

"It's fine." Deidara replied. "I didn't know you were so interested in me, Danna. I thought you only wanted me to be an obedient pet that you can order around…"

I gave him a hard look. He knew to shut up immediately. Good boy.

"Hungry?"

"Yes Danna."

"Let's cook dinner. You can help me with preparing the ingredients."

"Un."

During the cooking, Deidara's stomach growled for something like 20 times. We didn't speak a word to each other except for "Pass me the leek." Or "Wash this and dice it." The cooking apron seemed a pleasing thing for the brat though. I guess that qualifies as something to wear?

I gave Deidara a surprise by only preparing one big set of dinner. I love surprises! I ordered him to sit on my lap.

When I saw his hesitation, I said, "I'm going to feed you. Now obey me unless you want me to use that whip in your room." He climbed on, pouting and sat down. It's great to see that he's finally being used to taking orders from me.

I fed him a corner of the steak with my fork. Slightly blushing, he opened up. Seeing him being fed somehow makes me feel so good. Coercive, that is. With the same fork we finished up the dinner within half an hour.

I laid down the fork. "Now, Deidara, have you played with any of the toys in your room today?"

He shook his head firmly, eyebrows knitted together.

"If that's the case, this is what you are going to do now. Go back to your room and choose a toy. We're going to have fun with that tonight." I grinned at my own words. "There are still a bit more of those in my room, the cupboard where I place my unloaded gun, remember? You'd better be done before I cleaned all the dishes."

After a bit of threatening, he obeyed like a good dog should.

I wiped the last dish dry and placed it on the rack. There were still no signs of Deidara having a decision made yet. I took off my apron, leaving for his room with some annoyance. Finding his room empty, I headed for my own. From the corridor I can see Deidara sitting on the floor with hands against it, supporting his weight from the back.

"Hey stupid brat haven't I told you to – " I was cut off by seeing what Deidara was staring at with a shocked expression on his face.

My closet, which should be locked, was opened, probably with a bent paper clip, right there on the floor. Deidara did it, obviously. But how should I explain to him about the preserved human body inside?

Apparently, I turned the preserved body into some sort of mannequin, adding joints on it to make it more puppet-like. I still find this work extremely picturesque, and yet grotesque at the same time. The silver hair was as flowing as usual; the fake lenses I put in to replace the eyes were still as sparkly; the muscles are a bit too rigid, to be honest; and the pale skin turned slightly greyish, but still, it's the same old Orochimaru I used to love with all my heart.

"D-danna…" Deidara began, "Danna, what – I mean, who is this? W-Why is this dead… body here?" Deidara crawled on his knees towards me with eyes still locked on the mannequin. "I'm scared, Danna, please take it away, please…" He wrapped his arms around my legs.

I let out a sigh. Curiosity of a teenager.

"Let me introduce this man to you, Deidara." I said, without any emotion. "This is Orochimaru, the first man to be locked up inside this apartment to fulfil my needs to fuck. He was the first man to do so, and was also the man before you."

I watched Deidara changed from being afraid to being extremely petrified. However, instead of being afraid of the cold corpse, he was terrified of me. I grabbed his wrist when he tried to run, fearing to have the same fate as Orochimaru, obviously.

"Shhh, quiet down." I pulled him close, attempting to calm him by hugging him tightly. "He tried to attack me many times, that's why I decided to kill him, for the sake of my own safety." I could feel his trembles. "Just don't do the same, and you will be fine."

His face was buried in my chest, naked body shivering. "Danna, please don't lie to me." He said with fear in his voice. "I know you are lying."

What? How did he –

**I love cliffhangers ;) **