Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto and TV Tokyo. Also, the plot for this story was based off an animated movie called Strange Magic that I saw on Netflix once, although of course it's filled with my own little twists.

Deidara

Deidara frowned from his place beside his father, wondering when this would end. His father had introduced him to several girls and the ball had barely started. Yet the blonde heir stood by his decision to not marry. Even if he became the king after his father, it was unlikely that Ino and Naruto wouldn't have children. When he retired, one of their children could take over in his place. It was something that Deidara had planned from the beginning.

"Deidara, this is Miss Sakura Haruno. Sakura, I'm pleased to introduce my son, Prince Deidara."

"Hello, Dei. Mind if I call you that? It's nice to meet you!"

Deidara frowned as she spoke, cringing at the shrill voice in his ear. He'd only just been introduced to the girl and he already despised her. Deidara hoped his father would give up soon, as he wasn't sure how much longer he could continue meeting more of these annoying females. Although after receiving a hard nudge from his father, Deidara looked towards the pinkette with a polite smile.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sakura. But please don't call me Dei, un."

"Aww, but it's so cute, Dei! And listen to that adorable speech impediment, I love it so much. Oh, you're so perfect. We're meant for each other I know it!"

Deidara froze as a pair of arms wrapped around him, the blonde prince immediately attempting to get the girl off of him. Luckily his friends were close by and, unlike his father, came to his rescue. The pinkette whined and complained as she was shooed away by Itachi, but Deidara was relieved. Minato seemed displeased, but didn't voice his opinion about it due to the presence of the blonde's friends.

"Your sister is flirting with every guy here," Pein spoke, "some of the other girls are getting jealous."

"Tobi thinks Deidara-senpai should go find his sister!"

"Alright. Thanks for helping, un."

"No problem, Dei."

"Pein, don't call me that, un."

Pein just laughed causing Deidara to frown. He knew that his friends would call him whatever, and that kind of frustrated him, but he allowed it. His friends made him feel like he was normal, as if he weren't a prince. This was especially true considering he was almost on the bottom of their food chain of friendship. They tended to pick on him a bit, but he let them. It was how normal males got along, so Deidara allowed it. He was, however, grateful for being treated better than Tobi.

The blonde wandered off in search of his sister, soon finding her as she flirted with this guy named Kiba. Her body guard, Sai, stood close by with a rather depressed look on his face. It had always been obvious to Deidara that Sai liked his sister, but she'd always been so oblivious from her flirting that she never noticed. He even felt bad for him, but the feeling rushed away when he saw Sai trying to open a small vile that he removed from his pocket.

Just as Ino turned, Sai began to move the dust closer. Deidara panicked as he ran forward, a screech of panic escaping his lips. Eyes fell on him, as did Sai's, and everything seemed to stop. The pale boy seemed to realize what he was about to do and he froze. However during this time, another figure moved in to take the love potion from his hand without a soul noticing.

For they were all screaming in fear as the faeries attacked.

Deidara ripped a sword from his belt, metal clashing against metal. His sister cried out in fear from behind him, and the blonde taunted the men near her, allowing his sister a window of escape whilst Sai snapped out of his confusion and began to fight against the intruders. The Prince found himself surrounded by more soldiers than any other fairy in his kingdom, yet he refused to give up.

But a dark and sadistic laugh echoing through the air was enough to freeze every single being to a freeze. Everyone including himself. Using his moment of fear, a tall man will slightly blue-looking skin used his own sword to knock the weapon from Deidara's hands. The blonde's eyes widened in fear as a foot mad contact with his back, sending him crashing to the floor.

The faeries moved aside, keeping a line between the fairy kingdoms' people and their own; but they made sure each and every fairy could see their Prince on the floor. Blood escaped Deidara's mouth as he coughed, the foot on his back pushing him harder into the ground. He struggled to look up, but even as he did all he could see were feet before his head was slammed back down.

"It's been a while, Minato." A voice spoke from above the blonde.

"Indeed it has... Sasori."

Deidara's entire body tensed at the name, fear skyrocketing in his chest. He had never met the man before, no, but everyone had heard of this man. Sasori Akasuna, the cruel and ruthless ruler of the dark forest. One who would destroy anyone and anything if it benefitted him somehow. His name was the one used in children's stories, to scare the young into obeying their parents. Deidara himself remembered being told the stories when he was little.

"I'm offended, Minato. I mean, no invitation?" The voice chuckled.

"Why are you here, Sasori? Release my son, now!"

"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that. Not until I get back what was stolen from me."

"What are you talking about!?" Minato demanded.

"One of your fairies infiltrated my castle, and worked with the Sugar Plum fairy to create a love potion." Sasori hissed.

Gasps filled the room, fairies whispering to each other in horror. Deidara could barely see his father when he looked up, and his face was covered with pure shock. Yet Deidara knew exactly who had taken it. The blonde looked weakly towards Sai, who seemed to have a panicked expression across his face. Yet Deidara understood where he was coming from. Unrequited love, was one of the most painful things in the world.

"No volunteers? Don't you want to save your precious heir?"

Deidara cried out as a hand harshly gripped his hair and he was yanked to his knees, the foot having moved off his back. The Prince couldn't help but tremble in the bog king's grip, attempting to pull away. The blonde struggled and flailed and kicked with all his might, but it was ended as a hand harshly connected with his cheek. More gasps filled the room at the sight, before a foot was slammed into the blonde's stomach.

He doubled over in pain, and only then did the pale-skinned boy step forward. Sasori looked to him with a glare and slowly moved slower, Sai gulping in fear. Deidara scrambled to his feet, attempting to run, but was grabbed by a tan-skinned man who wore a mask over his head before he was thrown back down to the ground and the blue-skinned male who had unarmed him held him down.

"Where is the potion?" Sasori demanded with a snarl.

"I-It was taken." Sai stuttered.

"You lie."

"N-no! It's the truth."

Sasori smirked as his hand wrapped around the boy's throat. Ino cried out in fear at the sight as Sai was lifted off the ground, yet Sasori did not kill him. He was thrown against the wall harshly, coughs escaping his lips, whilst the king returned to Deidara who was laying on the floor. Deidara attempted to look up but the king's foot held his face in the dirt.

"I and this prisoner will be returning to my castle. Until the potion is returned, you'll never see him again."

Deidara struggled to get away as he was yanked to his feet, but the next thing he knew a sac was thrown over him. The blonde let out a wail of fear as he struggled in the bag, desperately trying to find his way out. He found himself lifted off the ground, and the cries and screams coming from his people. Yet the Prince was not one to easily let himself be kidnapped.

He flailed, thrashed, kicked, screamed and fought. The blonde refused to give up, and more and more soldiers had to go back to take over or help and the blonde grew more violent. He was afraid, and the reason was quite simple. He couldn't see, and he was being taken by strange people to a strange place. A place that he'd grown up fearing, and avoiding as much as he possibly could. Yet now he'd be stuck in the heart of this place, vulnerable and weak.

Deidara felt himself slam into the ground, a whimper coming from his lips. The bag was ripped off his head and Deidara found himself off the cold floor. When he looked up, his eyes fell on the man sitting on upon the throne.

The colour of his eyes reminded the blonde of chocolate, yet his gaze was in no way near as sweet as the delicious treat. A twisted smirk crossed the king's face and Deidara shivered as his eyes fell on the Crimson red hair, reminding him of blood.

"What's your name, brat?" He demanded.

The Prince didn't reply, and Sasori scowled as he grew annoyed. Kisame and Kakuzu each took a nervous step back as the king rose to his feet. Deidara glared at his captor with a defiant look in his eye, gaining some confidence one more. Yet the redhead did not like this, not one bit.

"Tell me your name." Sasori repeated.

"No, un. I wo-ouch!"

The blonde cupped his cheek with a whine as it began to sting, the king before him still holding his hand out. Deidara's shirt was grabbed before Sasori lifted him into the air with ease, tightening his grip more as the blonde struggled. Deidara coughed heavily as his airway was slowly cut off, and that was when he finally gave in.

"D-Deidara, un…" He wheezed.

"Very good, brat." Sasori sneered as he released him.

Deidara's body hit the floor, and the Prince grabbed his knee in pain from the force. Sasori only scoffed at his reaction and the blonde shrunk under his gaze. The redhead seemed pleased at that reaction though as he towered over his prisoner, and Deidara looked away with a slight flinch.

"Aww. Does the little brat want his mommy and daddy?" Sasori sneered.

"I'm not afraid of you, un."

"Your trembling tells me otherwise."

Deidara grew more shaky as Sasori moved closer, a hand moving under his chin. As he was forced to look up, the blonde truly got a chance to look into the king's eyes. They were a beautiful brown and the Prince mentally cursed himself for his attraction to the King. Sasori only smirked once more as he stared at the heir, and that left the blonde breathless.

"I just thought of what I can do with you until your kingdom comes to get their precious Prince back."

"I won't do anything you say, un."

"I seriously doubt that, brat."

"Don't call me a brat! I told you my name, use it, un."

"You're not in a position to telling me what to do, brat."

"Don't call me a brat, un!"

Deidara flung his fist towards the king, but his fist was easily caught. Deidara snarled before attempting to use his other arm, but it was also caught. He let out a screech of pain as the grip on his wrists tightened, now desperately attempting to pull away from Sasori's grip. The redhead sneered as his grasp tightened, watching as the blonde begged to be released.

"Are you going to do what I tell you to, brat?"

"I'll never do wh-ouch! Stop, you'll break them!"

"Yes or no, brat."

"Y-Yes. J-Just let me go!"

Deidara hugged his wrists to his chest as Sasori let go, trying to wipe the tears from the edges of his eyes. Sasori only laughed at the sight, the blonde flinching back slightly. Sasori only laughed louder, and from the corner of the Prince's eyes, Deidara could see the two other men cringe backwards.

"You're a spoilt brat, but that's something we can fix."

"I-"

"Do you want me to break them, brat?"

Deidara cringed back and Sasori nodded before snapping a finger. Within seconds Kisame and Kakuzu were at the blonde's sides. Deidara was yanked to his feet by the two, his eyes hardening towards the king. Sasori only smirked as Deidara felt something chained to his feet. As Deidara attempted to move his foot, he almost tripped. When he looked down, he noticing the heavy weights that had been put on his legs.

"That'll keep you from running, don't you think?" Sasori smirked.

"B-bastard, un!"

"You'll be working as my personal servant. Maybe that will teach you some manners, brat."

"But..."

"Does the poor little Prince not know how to take care of himself? Aw." Sasori cooed teasingly.

"How the fuck do you expect me to serve you when I can't even fucking walk, un!?" Deidara snapped.

"I suggest you learn. I hate to be kept waiting, you know."

"You motherfucking bas-"

"A Prince shouldn't use such language, brat. Now, about that nickname. I don't think I like it very much. How about you call me... Danna."

"Like fuck I'll call you Danna, un!"

"I could always break your wrists instead, brat."

"Y-Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, D-Danna..."

"Much better. Don't you think, Kisame?"

"Indeed, your highness."

With a nod from Sasori, the two men released the Prince. Deidara attempted to step back but stumbled backwards from the weights around his legs. He wasn't used to that much weight, and it was much to heavy for him. The blonde glared at the king as he laughed, barely managing to stand once more. Deidara struggled as he attempted to lift his feet, trying to get used to the strange weight.

"Brat, I want this room spotless."

Deidara's eyes widened as a pale and a sponge were shoved into his arms, him almost stumbling backwards. When the blonde just stood there confused Sasori stood once more and shoved the blonde down onto his knees in front of him. He looked up to Sasori in surprise but after seeing the look in his eye the Prince quickly looked down and began to wet the sponge in the pail.

He could hear snickering from the king and the two others in the room as he began to scrub the floors, each roaring in laughter. Deidara's confidence began to plummet at the sound, more fear forming in his chest. He slowly felt more and more helpless as he scrubbed the floor like a slave. The Prince had never done anything like it before. He'd seen maids from the castle staff doing so, but never had he himself been asked to do any work at all.

His job was to rule and be in charge. Yet here he was on the floor, scrubbing dirty floors like a peasant. He yelped as a foot hit his side, causing him to fall to his stomach. His arm knocked the pail as it tipped over, spilling all over the blonde. The roaring laughter from behind him grew louder as he weakly looked back, to see Sasori looming over him with a challenging look on his face.

"I didn't see you there, brat." He sneered.

Sasori removed his foot and Deidara began to rise once more. The foot slammed onto his back once more causing a cry of pain. Sasori pushed the blonde harshly against the floor, and Deidara could feel the tears escaping his eyes. Sasori chuckled at the sight as he held the crying Prince against the cold floor.

"I never told you to rise, brat."

"L-Let me go, un." Deidara murmured.

"Excuse me, I didn't quite catch that."

"Get off, un!"

"Beg for it, brat. Beg for it like the groveling peasant you are."

"Danna, please. Please let me up, un." Deidara whimpered.

"You may stand. Finish your cleaning, brat."

The foot lifted and Deidara moved back upwards, watching the king head towards the entrance. Kisame and Kakuzu moved after him and soon Deidara found himself completely alone in the throne room. When Deidara was sure they were gone, he pulled his knees to his chest. The trembling grew once more and the Prince could no longer physically control it.

No one was there to hear the blonde's sobs.