Thanks so much for the reviews! By the way, I would like to make the chapters longer...but I seem to have the attention span of a ping pong ball... Each chapter I write will be around 1,000 words long, but I will attempt to make them longer...So sorry!

He was gone. The blonde haired brat was gone. That's what Sasori got for falling asleep on lookout duty. The two were resting in the middle of the forest after Deidara's incident in the cave of Eftuhia, the boy must've gone for water. Stretching his rather short and wooden legs out, he got up, searching every dark cavern he could find until he was able to make out a blonde outlining of hair in the dark.

Deidara was crumpled on the ground coughing a large mass of blood into the clear (at least what appeared to be clear in the night) stream beside him, occasionally gasping for breath before beginning the episode once more. "I just came for a-" his words were cut off by the harsh coughing as Sasori hurriedly placed himself at his side. He could see the paleness of his face easily under the dim light of the stars, and some of the blood on his face. Sasori's double-take to make sure what he saw was true resulted in a minor heart attack within his nonexistent chest, for the blood he saw from the corners of his partner's mouth wasn't red. It was pure black.

Kakuzu, being the only of the Akatsuki to have some notion towards medicinal practices, examined Deidara. He was unconscious after losing that large amount of blood, Sasori having to manually carry back the light figure on the back of Hiruko until finally they reached the base. "I'm not sure what happened during the little incident you speak of," started Kakuzu, "but I do know they shouldn't have sent him out so quickly. It should've taken him much longer to recover."

Sasori knew this, but the Akatsuki pushed him to leave anyways, despite knowing of his current condition. He still had nightmares and was reluctant to anyone touching him. What could've happened to him?

*in the past*

Deidara shook as a cold wind blew through the halls of the asylum, awaiting the prison guards to take him away for torture. How could something so awful happen to him? The beefy hand of someone grabbed his smaller bicep, wringing it forwards so that he would stand up and follow him to the torture chamber. There, five or so men stared him in the face, examining his body and wondering just how many different ways they could hurt the one before them. One of the men grabbed a whip, beginning to lash at him, tearing fabric and skin alike until Deidara felt mostly naked in front of them.

He suddenly became self conscious, knowing these men could do anything to him at any time and that he would be unable to do anything. The lights in the room brightened for a split second, allowing him to examine the gray and dull room before shutting off completely. Hands grabbed him, holding him still while other hands senselessly beat him till he could feel the blood rushing smoothly down his face. For the next day they fondled him, played with him, beat him till he began throwing up on the ground, and starved him for the next day. He was finally free to leave the torture and wait for the next poor soul to be done. It would then be his turn again.

*in the present*

Sweat rolled down in beads across his face like the blood he remembered from his days in the asylum. He woke up, screaming, thrashing, hitting anything that was near him, and sitting straight up to look into the widened eyes of Kakuzu. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?" screamed Deidara. "Helping you," was Kakuzu's answer. The blonde staggered out of the bed, clung to the wall for support and glared at Kakuzu with wild eyes to make sure he wouldn't stop him from leaving.

Deidara sat outside, basking in the warm sunlight with a ball of clay rolling between his fingers. He began to mold the clay into something interesting, the shape was an exquisite and naked figure with its hands tied behind its back. Moving his fingers over the soft material, he shaped the face and neck into smooth molds, adding the eye imprints and mouth to the face.

The stomach was skinny as well as the arms and legs which resembled only bones. Taking a small twig, he molded small imprints of ribs onto the person's chest, indicating starvation. Using the smallest edge of the stick, he added whiplashes, bite marks, anything you can think of, and for the final touch, a half ponytail at the top of the figure's head.

Sasori came outside, looking sadly at the boy sitting in the grass. He looked happier when molding clay, but he could see the figure from there and it definitely represented Deidara. "Is he naked...?" Sasori cautiously asked. Deidara nodded. "Were you raped in captivity!?" The blonde sputtered, choking and spewing blood from his mouth as it dribbled over the small statue he had made. "Do the memories hurt you...?" The boy nodded slowly, curls of unbrushed hair falling over his shoulders with each shake of his head.

The puppet sat beside him, deciding the boy needed comfort. Placing a hand on his back, he soothed him by rubbing around in circles until Deidara finally laid his head onto his shoulder. "Thank you, Sasori-dana," said Deidara softly before falling asleep on his partner. He was so sweet and vulnerable, and Sasori had an odd feeling brewing inside of him. It was hatred, towards the men that hurt his partner. His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a small object rolling into his lap, the statuette Deidara had made. It was now covered in the blood he had coughed up, staring at him in real agony. It was just so odd of Deidara to make something unrelated to nature...unless...this was nature to him now.

I tried to make a longer chapter. I really did... It didn't work. So if any of you haven't realized yet, this is kinda the plot line and Deidara and Sasori will either become really good friends or REALLY good friends. PM me or review if you want a past sequence of Dei being raped or want Sasori and Deidara to get together. Thanks!