Alright so apparently the story plot was good enough because it wasn't even fifteen minutes after posting that I got my first follower! Thanks so much guys! Also, forgive any spelling errors (my friend told me I misspelled the last Akatsuki and that will continue to haunt me for eternity) as I don't pay much attention to them since there are so many red squiggles under the words they use in Naruto. I can't help it that Akatsuki isn't a normal word, computer… Anyways, hope you enjoy! Again, remember this isn't following the regular Naruto plot so some people that should be dead will still be alive. Not saying who…
It had been five years since his capture and the Akatsuki finally missed him, sending out Sasori to make a deal with the Hidden Leaf Village. Their trade off would be made in the confines of the building that held the missing member, and they were to trade body for body. Hiruko's hunched body stood next to the taller Leaf village member he promised to return once they decided it was time to claim back Deidara. They stepped in unison across the hard gravel as they neared the dark building; even the outside contained a strange air about it. He soon realized it wasn't any building; it was an abandoned insane asylum.
There was a small door in the back of the building, black with iron bars covering the window. At the door, a man no less than six foot seven waited in all black clothing, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the dark gray wall behind him. His eyes shifted towards the oncoming people.
"Sasori," he said as he shifted his weight to stand straight, instantly growing taller. "I have our prisoner," replied Sasori's deep voice that was masked by his puppet. The strange man motioned for the prisoner to side with him as he unlocked the barred door, hinges creaking slightly as they stepped inside. The room they entered in was a small box, another door on the other side. He motioned past Sasori and closed the door, blocking almost every bit of light from escaping, and taking a flashlight in hand, the man keyed the door open. For the most part, the room was silent. The occasional creaking of floorboards as they walked and their footsteps made an echo about the room. The occasional sound of chains rustling caught Sasori's attention, making him wonder if any other prisoners were here.
The three finally stopped in front of what seemed to be a large shadow, instead being Dediara, which Sasori knew for sure. He could faintly make out the red akatsuki symbol and a wisp of the blonde's hair. Chains rustled as he stood up from his place on the floor with the help of the man in black, and they continued to rustle with the shaking of his body. Sasori couldn't remember a time when Deidara had been so quiet as to not have spoken a word for the few minutes they had been in the room. What the hell have they done to him, he asked himself.
"There he is," said the man. "And thank you for cooperating." Hiruko's large head nodded in response as he pushed Deidara along the large pathway to exit through the two doors. They entered the boxed room, Sasori not even thinking of how long Dediara might've been kept in the dark, until he opened the door. Deidara grabbed his eyes, shielding them and crying out in pain as soon as the sunlight hit them. The blonde fell to his knees in sobs as Sasori tried to help him out and ease him to the sunlight. Slowly, after several minutes, Deidara took his hands from his eyes and looked around him, taking deep breaths as he did so; this was the first time Sasori was able to look at his lost partner.
His hair was mostly white, face caved in from starvation; the fingers he used to block his eyes from the sunlight were callused and bony along with his wrists which where rubbed completely raw from the chains. Dried blood clung to his face like flower petals with scars like the thorns of roses against a paper white face. When his bright blue eyes opened, all Sasori could see was darkness. The once bright and childlike eyes that were determined to become Akatsuki material were now worn away from years of torture and harsh treatment, and all that was seen now looked like glass eyes.
As they walked, his hair fell in tangles around the torn Akatsuki cloak he still wore. The people they walked past gave strange looks to the two Akatsuki partners as they made their way out of the confines of the Hidden Leaf Village.
It had only been half an hour before Sasori had to stop his pace in order to let Deidara rest. The boy sat against a tree, breathing heavily in the clean air of the world outside, shaking horribly in fear against the people that may come back for him and question him. All of those horrible moments flooded through his mind, outside of his head he was screaming loudly, scaring birds and even Sasori. Running to his side, he willed Hiruko to kneel down to Deidara. "Deidara, it's me, Sasori." The boy shook his head in protest as if Sasori was lying about who he was. "You left me," said Deidara's cracked and torn voice.
For the first time in forever, Sasori found himself guilty towards the truth. He did leave Deidara, but only because he trusted his partner would be able to escape as well. Instead, he tried to change the subject. "Did you tell them anything?" he asked. Deidara nodded slightly in reply, sending floods of anger out of Sasori. "You piece of shit! You were supposed to stand for the Akatsuki, not go against it!" The tail of his puppet lifted up to smack him, but thought otherwise when he began to shake harder and even form tears that cleaned away some of the blood. Was he really going to hit someone so helpless?
Deidara's body tensed and made him stop breathing for a split second, awaiting the blow he deserved. When nothing came, he spoke roughly, "I c-couldn't help it." With words spoken, his body made a spasm until his contorted hand reached up to fill itself with blood. "I c-couldn't-" Deidara made a horrible retching sound, lacing the roots of the tree with blood until Sasori forcefully made him stop talking. "Rest," he ordered, before leaving to find water for the boy. Filling up a clay jug of it, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his partner.
Yeah just…just yeah. Hope you liked!