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.

Sasori

"There's my favourite grandson!"

"What do you want now, Granny?" Sasori hissed.

"She's a cute one, isn't she? Where did you meet?"

"For your information she is a he."

"Oh, I didn't know you swung that at, Sasori. You should have told me before."

"I don't. I'm not gay." The redhead hissed.

"Then why'd you bring him here?" Chiyo smirked deviously.

"He's the heir the throne in the fairy kingdom. He remains here until the love potion is returned." Sasori replied.

Chiyo frowned at her grandson's response and Sasori took this moment to quickly move past her. He didn't have time for her silly romance games. He had a kingdom to run and a love potion to get back, and now a prisoner he had to keep alive. Sasori had no time for 'love'. A pathetic emotion that only created weakness in one's heart. The king scoffed as he even thought about it.

He was hoping for a peaceful afternoon of reading before he would head back to torment his prisoner. The redhead found it quite amusing to watch the boy bow before him like a slave, if his kingdom saw him acting in such a way he'd be ridiculed for sure. Sasori could never be bothered to deal with every punishment, and for that reason he left most cases to his soldiers, yet there were some in which the king found himself to be very interested in.

Those cases were typically when the prisoners were much more resistant, or one of a noble blood whom would normally give out the punishments he was receiving to others. Sasori found their actions ironic, and of course the poor nobles had no idea how to do simple tasks that he ordered them to do. It was entertainment for him to make it difficult for them to do things that they couldn't even do in their own home.

Although back to his hope for a peaceful afternoon, that was something he apparently was not aloud to get. Unfortunately for Sasori, his grandmother had followed him and was now proceeding to blab his ear off about things that he really couldn't care less about. Sometimes he really wished that if she were to disappear, he wouldn't be suspected. Or that he was just aloud to get rid of her. But... neither of those things would happen.

"Sasori, Orchimaru likes snakes."

His grandmother had dragged the poor, unsuspecting soldier into the castle as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. It was only then that Orochimaru realized what was going on, and his eyes widened in surprise before stopping by the redhead. Orochimaru simply smirked slightly, and Sasori scowled, glaring harshly towards the pale man whom he'd always found difficult to trust.

"Interesting that would be," Orochimaru smirked, "to top the king."

"Excuse me?" Sasori choked.

"You're choking already? My, I haven't given you anything to choke on yet."

Sasori covered his mouth with his hand as he began to feel sick to his stomach, and the redhead desperately attempted to keep his breakfast down. His grandmother seemed quite content as she tried to bring Orochimaru closer, but Sasori took an equal amount of steps back. When he finally regained his composure, both others froze at the sight of his harsh glare, feeling shivers move up their spines.

"Orochimaru," Sasori seethed, "if I see you even once for the next week, I will kill you. Get out of my sight."

The snake-man gave a quick bow before exiting the room fearfully, understanding that he'd overstepped many boundaries. Despite the king's advise of one week, Orochimaru would instead give two. He didn't want to take any chances, and he knew he was lucky that he was being letting of easy. There would be no second chances. The only reason he'd gotten the first was because he was indeed a good soldier and Sasori was in a good mood from tormenting the bratty prince.

"Chiyo, stop trying to play match maker."

"But 'Sori, do you really want to die alone?"

"Yes, I do. Now get out."

His grandmother rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as she exited, finally leaving the king alone. He found himself in a foul mood, and no longer felt the need to read like he originally planned. He decided he may as well return to the throne room to taunt the brat more, figuring that it would assist him to calm himself slightly and give him a source of entertainment.

The doors slammed open, and Sasori snickered as the blonde boy almost jumped out of his skin. The moment his eyes fell on the king, he immediately began to clean. As the prince scrubbed the floors, the crimson haired man slowly moved closer. Footsteps echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and circling around. He could see the bit trembling as he worked, and Sasori's lips formed a grin.

"You missed a spot, brat."

"N-no, I didn't miss a-anywhere."

"Yes you did, right there."

Sasori kicked the bucket, which had been refilled during the time he'd been out of the throne room, and it went splashing all across the floor. The blonde watched the water with wide eyes before he sent a harsh glare at the redhead. His bright, blue eyes were filled with rage, and his golden hair was sticking out in various directions.

"What the fuck, bastard? I just cleaned all that, un! What the fu-"

The brat's face went flying towards the right as Sasori's hand connected with his left cheek. He went quiet after the contact and his eyes were glued to the floor. A feeling of satisfaction rose in Sasori's chest at the reaction, as he looked down at the younger male fairy.

Sasori chuckled as the blonde wiped his eyes, attempting to stop his tears. Sure, he did seem like a confident brat and definitely had some sort of ego, but not even he had the mental strength against a man like Sasori. Not even the most defiant of creatures could go through prison in his kingdom and come out the same as long as Sasori was involved.

From the hundreds of thousands of faeries whom had gotten in trouble and sent to prison in his kingdom, Sasori largely took part in at least five thousand prisoners' punishments. All five thousand of those people were no longer alive. One fifth were tortured to death, and the other four fifths had commit suicide within a week of being freed.

He wondered what part of the percentage the blonde would take part it. He snickered at the thought of the heir to the throne in the Fairy Kingdom committing suicide. Unfortunately, the latter would be more likely. The brat was his bait, and therefore the king needed to keep him alive. Otherwise, he may not get the potion back.

"Crying already, brat? You're pathetic. I've tortured children more than half your age and they didn't cry once."

"You're the pathetic one. Torturing innocent children... how low can you get, un?"

"I certainly wouldn't call them innocent."

"Then what did they do!? What did I do, un!?"

"They disobeyed orders, forgot to bow, did their tasks incorrectly, talked back to me or other soldiers, left their homes after curfew, stole extra food. Shall I go on?"

"Does the word 'mercy' mean nothing to you?"

The redhead erupted into laughter at the Deidara's question, unable to contain it. Considering the stories told about him, the blonde had either grown up under a rock or his parents had endlessly sheltered him. But when his eyes fell on the blonde prince, he saw that the kid was actually serious.

"I knew you were unintelligent, but I didn't think you were that unintelligent, brat."

"Hey, un!"

"What, did you never hear the scary stories about what happens to little brats who enter the dark forest?"

"Of course I did, un."

"Then why ask such a stupid question, brat?"

"My mother always told me that dark people are able to see even the tiniest ray of light. They just chose to ignore it, like the bright people ignore the darkness. That means everyone, un."

"To be expected from your pathetic little kingdom. You're too naiive, brat. That will likely cause your downfall."

"Maybe I am naiive, un, but at least I'm not heartless."

"Maybe not now, but you will be. Just wait until you gain all that power from becoming king. Then you'll be willing to do anything to get it."

"No, I won't. I won't turn into a monster like you, un!"

"That's what I told my father, and my father told his father, and he told his father. Such an inspiring little phrase, but it seems to have a curse where everyone who says it... does the opposite. Why would you be different? After all, you're just another little kid who thinks they have what it takes to rule a kingdom."

"I will never rule like you. When I become King, things will change. We'll help the poor instead of watching them starve, the Uchiha won't be forced to become soldiers and the heirs will be able to marry whoever they want or chose not to marry at all as long as they have a younger sibling. I want to make a better place for my kingdom, and that's what I'm going to do, un."

Sasori was silent as he heard the blonde's words, and a feeling of deja vu seemed to wash over him as he saw the determined look on the boy's face. He attempted to shake the feeling away, but it kept returning to him and refused to exit his mind. Although he would never admit it, the king saw a younger version of himself within the blonde. Memories resurfaced within his mind, and he felt himself lost in a flashback.

"Otousan, why can't I go outside to play with the other children?"

"They are below you, and do not deserve your attention."

"But, Kisame is allowed to go out to play."

"Kisame isn't a prince. Now shoo, go entertain yourself elsewhere."

He remembered his father well, and many of the decrees he had passed. Sasori had always found his mother to be kind, yet she had always put up a front when around his father. After all, his father was ruthless. Sasori recalled many occasions of his father's cruelness. When he was just a boy, he one day attempted to sneak out in order to play with the other children. His father had grown angry when discovering that he had disobeyed, and all of the children with tortured to death.

"Such big words for such a pathetic, little brat." Sasori taunted, regaining his composure.

"I'm not like you, un. I'm not anything like you. I will change the way of my kingdom, and then you'll see, un."

"And what makes you think that you'll even become king, brat?"

"I'm the heir, un!"

"Perhaps. But doesn't the heir have to be in his own kingdom to rule it? I have a feeling that you won't be leaving for a long time now, brat. After all, that bodyguard of your sister lost the potion. If he had been from my kingdom, he'd have been executed on the spot."

"Can't you see how wrong that is? He didn't do it, he stopped himself. Everyone deserves a second chance."

"And that's why you're so naiive. If you rule like that, then as soon as you turn I guarantee... there'll be a knife sticking right out of your back. You're not fit be king, your family is not fit to rule."

"You're wrong, un."

Sasori chuckled slightly at the response as he moved to his throne, leaning back against the cushion behind him. Deidara watched his movements nervously, and Sasori could feel his own confidence growing as the prince's shrunk. He looked down towards the floor and began to scrub it silently once more, struggling to crawl with the weights on his legs. Sasori chuckled slightly as he had an idea and loudly snapped his finger.

"Stop cleaning, brat. Come over here."

Sasori watched deviously as Deidara shyly placed the sponge in the bucket and struggled to get to his feet. He stumbled slightly and almost fell flat on his face due to the weights, but was lucky enough to catch himself. The redhead clicked his tongue in annoyance and began to tap his foot, resulting the blonde moving slightly quicker. He almost tripped on several occasions but, to Sasori's dismay, he managed to stay upright.

"Get down on your hands an knees."

"W-what, un?"

"Hands and knees. Now." Sasori hissed.

The prince slowly lowered himself in front of the redhead, and Sasori reached out and gripped the blonde's shoulder to move him into the right position. The blonde's eyes were filled with fear, and the king couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Fortunately for the brat, Sasori had no intentions of doing what the blonde thought was about to happen. There were too many risks in sexual punishments from infections or pregnancies. That and the fact that Deidara was indeed a male, no matter how feminine he appeared.

The blonde almost collapsed as Sasori put his feet on his back as if he were a foot rest, leaning back leisurely in his throne. Deidara attempted to move away slightly and Sasori scowled as he slammed his feel down onto the prince's back. Deidara yelped in pain and barely managed to prevent himself from collapsing to the floor. Sasori could see how much his body was shaking, and he knew that Deidara would be easy to break.

"S-stop, bastard... L-let me go, un..."

"What did you just call me?"

Sasori dug his heels harshly into Deidara's back, listening to the blonde's cries of pain. He was attempting to get away, but was unable to. He was much to weak, and Sasori had no intentions in leaving him alone. The redhead wanted to avoid killing the brat, but certainly wasn't going to give him a peaceful stay while he was his hostage. He had set out rules, and no matter the brat's nobility, Sasori expected them to be followed.

"D-danna, please... please let me go, un."

"How cute. Just for that, brat, I'll let you go."

"Th-thank you, Danna. Thank you, un."

"You're just as gullible as your are naïve. I almost forgot how much fun it is to torment my prisoners."

"B-but... you said... W-why did you lie, un?"

"The world lies, brat. Get used to it."