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.

Owner of wings: Hidan

Deidara

Deidara sat silently in the corner of the redhead's bedroom, feeling awfully confused. The blonde was feigning to be occupied, although in truth he was bored out of his mind. Sasori was sitting on his bed reading something, and the prince was looking over curiously. Deidara wasn't huge on reading, but anything was better than sitting silently in a corner. He felt like a toddler who was on a time out.

"Danna?" He spoke softly.

"What do you want, brat?" Sasori grumbled in response.

"Can I...? Un..."

"Look, brat, I can't read minds."

Deidara took in a deep breath, nervous to upset the redhead. Also, he just didn't want to say the words that were about to come from his mouth. Deidara swallowed his pride before he caught Sasori's eyes.

"Can I read... with you, un?"

"You want to read with me?"

"Un." Deidara nodded.

"Let me think... No."

Deidara whined like a child, growing rather frustrated. The king was always such a prick, and all Deidara wanted was something to do. It had been several days since the first time Deidara was in the art room. Sasori spent hours in there each day, but now he never let the prince play with the clay. And it wasn't like Sasori was using it either!

"Danna, please? I'm bored, un!"

"Do I look like I care?"

"Danna," Deidara whined, "I'll be quiet. You won't even know I'm there."

"Fine, just shut up."

Deidara nodded quickly as he rose to his feet, bounding over towards the king-sized bed. He crawled up and sat beside Sasori, who grumbled in annoyance. Deidara didn't even care as he peered over Sasori's shoulder, beginning to read the page. This was much better than sitting silently in a corner, although he'd rather be doing his art.

He didn't understand why his Danna got so mad all of a sudden though. One minute Deidara was playing with the clay, and the next Sasori had ripped it away and destroyed it. He didn't understand why it had happened, in fact he didn't understand the king at all. He was better when it was just Sasori and him, but as soon as anyone else entered the picture... maybe that was it.

It was something about other people. So as long as Deidara gave Sasori space when other people were around, the prince would likely have a lot less problems. It would prevent Sasori from getting all moody and Deidara wouldn't have to put up with the consequences. His regular personality was already bad enough, and the fairy didn't want to spend one more second than he had to with a moody Sasori.

Sasori flipped the page, and Deidara's blue eyes flicked up to the top of the page. Laughter emitted from his lips at what he was reading and the redhead growled lowly from beside him. The prince glanced at the king and, within seconds, Deidara burst into laughter. The redhead snarled in anger as he slammed the book closed, glaring at Deidara angrily.

"What's so funny, brat?" he hissed.

"You should see your face, Danna! You look like someone took your cookie, un."

Sasori clenched his teeth, but Deidara only laughed more. His Danna wasn't as scary as the prince had originally thought. He was moody, yes, and he was rude, yes, but he wasn't as scary. But the blonde couldn't help but laugh at what Sasori was reading. The author was a member of the fairy kingdom, and a perverted old man.

"Stop laughing!" Sasori snarled.

"I can't help it. You actually like this shit, un?"

Sasori growled and rose his hand in the air before whacking the blonde in the head with the book. Deidara yelped as he was knocked off the bed, landing on the ground. The bedroom door opened just as Sasori chuckled the orange book across the room, and Kakuzu quickly ducked to avoid being hit. Instead it hit poor Kisame, who was standing directly beside the apparently agile elder.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you, your highness. We'll be going." Kakuzu bowed.

The two went to back out of the room, but Sasori lifted a hand to stop them. With that, the two quickly entered the room and Deidara found himself being ordered back to the corner. He groaned in annoyance as he rose to his feet before going back to the corner and sitting down on the cold floor. Kakuzu opened his mouth to speak but was cut off as Chiyo rushed into the room, grabbing Kisame's arm and pulling him forward.

"Sasori, did you know that Kisame likes to swim?" Chiyo smirked.

Deidara couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw Sasori's horrified face, and soon all eyes in the room were on him. It was then that the redhead snapped, and poor Deidara would not be given a reprieval this time. The collar of his shirt was grabbed before he found his back slammed against the wall, Sasori's harsh, brown eyes glaring into Deidara's blue ones.

"What's so funny, brat?" the redhead seethed.

"N-nothing, Danna, un..." Deidara replied.

"Tell the truth," he demanded, "I'm waiting"

"Y-your face. You looked horrified, un."

"Why is that funny? Why wouldn't I be horrified, brat?"

"I-I don't know, un."

"She suggested I be with another guy, brat. A guy."

"What's wrong with that, un?"

"What's wrong with it? Are you clueless? I'm a male. Kisame is a male. I'm not some fucking gay pimp."

"Gay pimp? Are you serious, un? There's nothing wrong with being a guy who likes other guys!" Deidara snapped in response.

"God, your kingdom is wrong. What the hell do they think they're doing?" Sasori grumbled.

"Now Sasori, that's enough," Chiyo ordered, "the fairy kingdom has changed through time. Perhaps it's time for us to do the same."

"Are you fucking kidding? Never will I ever allow those gay bastards in my kingdom. Now everyone, get out. Take the brat too."

Deidara's hand went to his heart, clutching his shirt. The prince couldn't understand, why was his chest hurting? Sasori was completely against gay people; he thought it was wrong for guys to like other guys. But Deidara still didn't completely understand. Why was it hurting? Why did Sasori's opinion on being gay effect him so much? Maybe it was because Deidara was gay? That was probably it.

Deidara was dragged to his feet suddenly by Kakuzu, and found himself being pulled from the room. Sasori had gone to his bookshelf to grab something else to read, and that's all Deidara saw before the door was slammed shut. He instantly felt tiny in the presence of the faeries, finding himself surrounded. Kakuzu still held onto his wrist, Kisame stood at his side and Chiyo was in front of him.

"I'm sorry," Chiyo apolized, "he's very close minded about these things."

"What makes you think I care, un?"

"Deidara, you don't need to hide your sexuality from us."

"I already told you. I'm not gay, un!"

"I'm gay."

Deidara's head snapped in Kisame's direction, finding himself at a loss for words. The blonde prince just couldn't believe it. Kisame, who was Sasori's head guard. Sasori, who despised gays and had literally stated less than a minute ago that they weren't welcome in his kingdom. How the hell could Kisame be gay? It just didn't make sense.

"I am too."

Kakuzu as well? Now Deidara was getting a bit skeptical. Two of Sasori's highest ups were both gay. How did the blonde know if they were trying to trick him? What if it was an elaborate setup because they wanted something to blackmail him with? Deidara wasn't going to take any chances, not a single one. If Sasori found out, then he could only imagine what the ruthless king may do to him.

"There are quite a few non-straight people in our kingdom. It's accepted by at least half of our people," Kakuzu announced.

"The other half remain strongly against it either because they think it's wrong or they fear Sasori's anger. If he were to find out, all the people and the supporters with be tortured and then executed," Kisame joined in.

"How does he not know up you guys, un?"

"We've gotten good at hiding it," Kisame replied.

"Besides, we have no lovers," Kakuzu pointed out.

Chiyo keeled down to the blonde prince and he was assisted to his feet, although he found himself struggling to stand up on his own. He was tired, and a bit overworked. Overall, he was just really in the mood for a long nap. Although Deidara didn't think that a nap was something he'd get. Although he couldn't help but feel safer knowing Kisame and Kakuzu's secret. He'd still keep his guard up, they could easily be lying, but for now Deidara would believe them.

"Sasori just needs to meet someone, and see how wonderful love really is." Chiyo stated.

"There's literally a line of work for woman who choose to carry children. That's their job, and then they teach the father raise the kid for three months before the father gets full custody. Well, unless the father chooses to give the kid to the mother." Kisame explained.

"Even I wouldn't do that, and the pay is really good." Kakuzu grumbled.

Deidara just couldn't process it. They paid people to have children? That was completely and utterly sick. They were human, and a special kind of life. Maybe they were difficult to take care of, but they were definitely worth it. When he was younger, he always used to love helping out with his siblongs. Ino was always obsessed with his hair, and when she grew older she copied the style that he had when he was young.

Naruto was one of those kids that wanted to be just like his older sibling. Naruto idolized Deidara through his toddler years, copying his every move. At first it was cute, but it got to a point where Deidara just wanted to slap the kid. He felt bad for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. It was just his stupid mind, and there wasn't much else that he could do about it.

"Hey, you listening?"

"Un?"

Kakuzu rolled his eyes at the reaction, a loud sigh coming from his lips. Deidara found himself blushing from embarrassment, and at that moment he absolutely hated his red cheeks. He could see Kakuzu and Kisame both snickering, although luckily for Deidara, definitely not for Kisame and Kakuzu, Chiyo shut then both up with a harsh smack on the head.

"Alright, kid. As I was saying before, we have some stupid royal ball tomorrow." The oldest male grumbled.

"You guys... have royal balls, un?"

"Normally no, but there's another kingdom on the other side of us. You don't see much of them since the Dark Forest is in between you two. Anyway, Sasori and them are pulling a truce. There have been too many people lost at useless border skirmishes. They're signing a treaty tomorrow," he continued.

"What does this have to do with me, un?"

"Simple," Kisame butted in, "you'll have to attend it."

"Why do I have to go, un!?"

"You look rapeable. If we put you in the dungeon, I guarentee that is exactly what will happen." Kakuzu bluntly stated.

"U-un?"

"We're going to dress you up as a girl, Dei. If the Sand Kingdom recognizes you, then chances are they'll kill you." Chiyo told him.

"No. I'm not dressing up as a girl. You can't make me, un!"

"You're not the only one miserable out this!" Kakuzu snapped.

"You don't have to dress up as a girl, un!"

"No, but I have to be your date." Kisame grumbled.

"No! I'm not going, un!"

Deidara thrashed in protest as he was grabbed and thrown over Kakuzu's shoulder. At this point, he had very little remaining dignity and he was not going to let these faerie bastards take it away! No way in fucking hell was Deidara dressing as some stupid girl. Why couldn't he just go as a guy? They were probably just making him do it to torment him, but Deidara was not okay with it and it was not going to happen!

Deidara sat with his arms crossed on Kisame's bed, scowling as Chiyo finished fixing his hair. She had taken out his pony tail and put it into two high pony tails on the side of his head. She had curled them into ringlets, and the poor prince was wearing a short, blue dress. Deidara felt humiliated, imagining what would happen if his family were to come for him today. He'd never live it down. The blonde cringed as he thought of Hidan taunting him for the rest of his life.

"Why couldn't we have waited until tomorrow, un?"

"I already told you," Kakuzu sighed, "they'll be arriving here shortly and they can't see you."

"You'll be sticking with me, since you're apparently my date." Kisame instructed.

"I'm not leaving this room, un."

Kisame rolled his eyes before he picked Deidara up bridal style, causing his to snarl in anger. He began to thrash, but Kisame shifted his grip to prevent the prince from doing so. Deidara was fuming as the exited the room, but Kisame quickly shushed him with wide eyes. Deidara scowled but did as he was told, only because he was too tired from fighting during the makeover.

"Greetings, Kisame."

"Kankuro," the shark-like male replied, "how is the sand kingdom?"

"Doing well, now that the truce has been decided on. And the Akasuna kingdom?"

"Quite well, actually. The truce will have a positive effect on both of our kingdoms."

"I'm sorry, Kankuro, but I need to steal Kisame."

Deidara looked back, seeing Chiyo and Kakuzu. The elder moved closer and began to engage in a conversation, whilst Kisame grabbed Deidara's hand and led him away. Chiyo snatched his wrist as soon as he got close before she began to drag him through the hall. She soon burst into Sasori's room where the king sat on his bed reading a book. He looked up, and cringed seeing Deidara.

"I don't care what she likes, get her out." Sasori growled.

"Shut up, un!"

Sasori's head snapped up, and he narrowed his eyes at Deidara. The blonde snarled in anger and Kisame put his hand around Deidara's waist to hold him back. The prince was much smaller than Kisame and definitely didn't have the physical strength to pull away. He hated to admit it, but he was probably one of the physically weakest members of his kingdom. He had a more fragile build, and was used to an easy life. Of course he was getting used to cruel treatment now, but he still doubted that he could take much of a beating.

"What the hell?" Sasori questioned.

"You know the sand kingdom can't recognize Deidara, so we disguised him."

Deidara found himself pushed forward and Sasori burst into laughter, causing the blonde to scowl. The redhead laughed harder each step Deidara took towards him. The prince found his anger growing and growing until he snapped. He clenched his fist quickly stepped forward to go for the punch, but Kisame had grabbed him and pulled him back before he could.

"Heh heh, this is priceless! Did the prince decide he wanted to be a princess?" Sasori taunted, his laughter growing louder.

"So, you won't mind being his date?"

Sasori choked the second the words left Chiyo's mouth, and Deidara began coughing uncontrollably. Kisame whacked each of them in the back before the two began to breathe normally again, yet each were left with deep emotional scars. Deidara was not happy, not one bit. Kisame as his date was bad enough, but Sasori? No way in hell was he pretending to be a girl, and Sasori Akasuna's date!

"I'm not taking that brat as my date. I'm not taking a date at all." Sasori growled.

"I'm not going with him. I'd rather go with that creepy pedophile who flirted with me when we switched rooms halfway through, un!"

"Creepy... pedophile?" Kakuzu questioned as he entered the room.

"Orochimaru," Chiyo replied.

Deidara could see Sasori growl at the pure mention of his name, before he suddenly snapped his head to Deidara. The blonde prince froze in place at the gaze, trying not to tremble. He now realized that this 'Orochimaru' was not someone Sasori liked, and Deidara had very likely hurt Sasori's pride. That was not something you did to someone with a temper like Sasori's, or royalty.

"So you'd rather go with a creepy pedophile, huh, brat?"

"U-un..."

"Oh, fine. You want creepy pedophile? I'll show you creepy pedophile. Now come to your Danna, girlie."