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

Sasori flipped the page of his book, growing very intrigued. The story was well put-together, and the king had to admit he was quite enjoying it. It was a rather strange concept set in another world. In fact in this world, there were so such things as faeries or faeries. They were these weird creatures called 'humans'. And they all had weird powers and called themselves ninjas. It was strange, but interesting.

Unfortunately, his reading was interrupted as the door slammed open and his grandmother burst in. Looking from the corner of his eye, he saw a girl following her. He snapped his head up to actually look at the girl, scowling even more the longer he looked at her. She had golden blonde hair curled and in pony tails. Then a shortish dress that matched her hair. Sasori couldn't help but cringe, he was sick of all these stupid girls. She looked shy, and Sasori was grateful for that. At least if she was shy, she wouldn't talk.

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

"Shut up, un!"

Sasori's snapped his head up, looking at the blonde girl. The voice... was just like... No. It couldn't be. He narrowed his eyes at the girl, and Kisasme immediately moved forward to hold her back as she snarled a very masculine-sounding snarl. There was absolutely no way that that could be his prisoner. The obnoxiously loud prince he'd taken as a hostage to trade for the love potion that was stolen. She couldn't be! But that voice, Sasori had only ever heard a voice like that once. And 'she' had even used that annoying speech impediment.

"What the hell?" Sasori questioned.

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

Sasori watched as Deidara was pushed towards him before he burst into a roaring laughter. Perhaps it was slightly out of character for him, but in a situation like this? Hell, the king couldn't help himself! The heir to the fairy kingdom stood in front of him in a dress and his hair curled in ringlets. He saw the blonde clench his fist and take a step forward, but Sasori didn't even need to do anything. Kisame got to it first.

"Heh heh, this is priceless! Did the prince decide he wanted to be a princess?" He taunted, his laughter growing more out of control.

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

Sasori choked the second the words left Chiyo's mouth, and he heard Deidara begin coughing uncontrollably. Sasori felt Kisame whack him on the back and his breathing began to return to normal. But he still couldn't exactly process what Chiyo had just said. She expected him to take that brat, the heir to the kingdom of his enemy to a royal ball. Sasori didn't want to take anyone, let alone that little shit. And not to mention, no way in hell was he taking a guy. Even if he happened to be disguised as a girl.

"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, entering the room.

"Orochimaru," Chiyo replied.

A growl rumbled deep in Sasori's throat at the name, his head snapping to Deidara. The blonde froze suddenly as he stared at Sasori with wide eyes. The king could even see the prince trembling slightly. Orochimaru, now Sasori happened to despise him. After the innocent with his grandmother, Sasori couldn't even hear his name without wanting to smash something. And Deidara, that brat, would rather go to a ball with the 'creepy pedophile' than him? Sasori Akasuna? Hn, he was the king. Everyone should be dying to attend some stupid ball with him.

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

"U-un..."

Sasori smirked deviously as an idea crossed his mind. Now, this would definitely cross the personal boundaries that he had set for himself but to see the blonde miserable... oh fuck it'd be worth it. After all, if Deidara was his 'date', then the prince couldn't do anything to disrespect him. If anything, he'd have to cling to the redhead. The king, obviously, would not allow the prince to do so but it didn't mean he still couldn't taunt him where Deidara couldn't fight back.

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

Sasori saw the exact way Deidara cringed as a twisted smile formed on the king's face. Kakuzu, Kisame and his grandmother were in complete shock at Sasori's words and in even more as they saw his actions. Sasori approached Deidara and wrapped his arms around the panicked blonde's waist, pulling him closer to him. Deidara needed another couple seconds process, but as soon as the time was up he began violently thrashing in Sasori's grasp.

Sasori only smirked as he let go of Deidara, and instead gently caressed the blonde's cheek. He saw Deidara shiver before pulling away with a glare, and Sasori couldn't help himself but laugh. The prince seemed petrified to a point where he didn't even know how to react, and Sasori decided to try out a new type of punishment. Humiliation of one's pride. He could only imagine what would happen if his kingdom saw him in such a state.

"Alright, brat, if you're going to be a girl... you'll need a girl's name."

"I'm not going to be your fucking date! I'm not going to that stupid ball, un."

"Oh believe me, I don't want you there either. But how I could I resist the chance to see the heir of the fairy kingdom dressed as a girl, fawning over me like a fan girl? How about we call you... Deimara."

"No way in fucking hell, un!"

Sasori grinned sadistically as knocked on the wooden door, awaiting the person inside. Kakuzu was the one to open it, and Chiyo and Kisame were both dragging Deidara towards the door. He was stubborn, the king would give him that, but this was something he could taunt the prince with for the rest of his life. Deidara scowled and Sasori crinkled his nose in disgust as the blonde spat on his shoe.

"Dei, you can't act like that in front of the Sand Kingdom. We've been through this." Chiyo scolded.

"I'm not going, un!"

"You have to. Well, if you want to be taken down to the dungeon and raped... Imagine that. Heh." Kakuzu snickered.

"Oh, fine. Two can play at this game, Dan-na."

Sasori shivered as the blonde was immediately clinging to his arm, looking up at him with seductive eyes. The king gulped slightly, knowing he'd gotten himself into one hell of a mess. Deidara only smirked, but then Sasori realized something. As much as he despised this, he wanted to make the prince squirm. Despite Deidara's support of gay relationships, which Sasori found ridiculous, Deidara had limits. Limits that he wouldn't want Sasori to get anywhere near. He'd had to bend the rules a bit, but it was for the torture of a prisoner so it would be okay... right?

Sasori was sure that this was going to be the most affection he'd shown towards anyone, ever. Even more so than to his mother, whom the king had actually been quite close with before her death. This was an opportunity of a life time, to humiliate a prince. Unfortunately others wouldn't know he was the prince, but Sasori would. So would Kakuzu, Kisame and Chiyo. Sacrifices had to made... to make the brat miserable.

"So, Deimara, shall we go?" Sasori smirked.

"We shall, un."

Sasori grabbed the brat's wrist roughly but was stopped as his grandmother coughed loudly. The king scowled, before releasing it. He couldn't treat the brat like that in front of the sand kingdom or they'd be suspicious for sure. Ugh. Sasori instead began quickly heading towards the ball room, and Deidara struggled to scamper after him. Sasori snickered as 'she' tripped, not able to move quickly in the heels 'she' was wearing.

"Shut up, un."

Sasori looked back at the prince who was hissing as he struggled to get back up. Rolling his eyes, the king moved closer before grabbing the brat and lifting him to his feet. Sasori's wings had been tucked away, but they sprang up the second he bended over to reveal the black and red pattern. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the brat staring at them, and a smirk formed on his face. He moved closer to the prince, brushing his lips against the brat's ear.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Deidara nearly jumped out of his skin as the king nipped at his ear and Sasori tried not to burst into laughter. The prince growled lowly and looked around for others before he lifted his foot for a powerful kick. Sasori's hands immediately moved to his crotch as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain. That fucking brat had kicked him in the crotch. With fucking heels! Oh, he was so going to get it.

After regaining his composure, he rose to his feet and lifted his hand. Deidara only smirked, which angered Sasori even more. But as he swung his arm, Deidara let out a feminine screech and Sasori found his hand caught. He looked up with a glare, seeing a girl standing in front of him. He recognized her immediately as a member of the royal family in the sand kingdom. The king happened to be her younger brother. The throne was supposed to go to her, and Kankuro was next in line, but both knew their brother had wanted to be king so they each stepped down.

"What the hell do you think your doing!?" Temari snapped.

Sasori's eyes shot to Deidara, and the blonde simply cowered behind the sand girl. The fucking brat was doing it on purpose! He was trying to make Sasori look bad in front of the sand people. Was he trying to mess up the treaty? Oh, after these people left the brat was so going to get it. Deidara only smirked from behind Temari, but Sasori could do nothing. He already looked bad enough as it was.

"H-He's always trying to get me to do things. Th-things I don't want to do, un."

Temari brought out her wings, holding them strong behind her as Deidara used them to block Sasori's sight of him. Her wings were a bright yellow, and much smaller than his. Overall, they were the type of wings to easily stand out in a crowd of people. In fact, her wings were almost identical to a Common Grass Yellow butterfly. Although she had a small black section in the upper corners of her wings.

"Sasori, I've heard rumours about you being ruthless and cruel... but this? This is just too far."

The redhead tensed and took a step back, just as Kakuzu and Kisame arrived at the scene. The two were quite confused at the sight, looking back and forth between Sasori and Temari, then the blonde 'girl' who his behind Temari. Sasori looked to the elder for help and Kakuzu seemed to somewhat understand about what was happening. Poor Kisame, unfortunately, had absolutely no fucking clue.

"You see," Kakuzu cleared his throat, "Deimara here has a mental illness.

Deidara's jaw completely dropped as Temari let out a loud gasp. Sasori fought a smirk, the tables had turned. The blonde girl immediately whipped around and wrapped her arms around Deidara, telling him that it was going to be okay. The prince seemed shocked, but he had to go along with it. He had no choice, especially considering the way Temari was reacting. Sasori knew this, and had left him cornered.

"Sasori and Deimara have been seeing each other for about a month, but because of Deimara's illness she often forgets the people around her. Unfortunately, she's had some negative experiences and sometimes that fear comes back when Sasori shows her affection and she thinks he's someone else."

"Oh, that must be hard. I'm so sorry."

Temari assisted Deidara to walk closer to Sasori, and the redhead pulled the blonde into his chest. He smirked to himself as the blonde tensed, and he decided to push it by running his fingers through the prince's hair. Temari was apologizing over and over before they continued on their way to the ballroom. When they entered, it was already full of the faeries from his kingdom and the sand kingdom.

He held Deidara close to him, chuckling softly as the prince let out a low growl. He pushed away from Sasori, standing beside him with his arms crossed. The king folded his wings back down as he watched the prince, who he had to admit looked pretty cute. Sasori froze at the words going through his mind before shaking his head. Deidara was dressed as a girl, and blonde hair and blue eyes were uncommon in the dark forest. That had to be it, he was just attracted to how different it was.

"Sasori, it's been a while."

"Gaara," the older redhead greeted.

"Who's the girl?"

"I'm Deimara, un."

"It's nice to meet you. I am King Gaara, of the sand. How do you know Sasori?"

"Oh, he's my Dan-na, un."

Sasori shivered at the prince's tone, but his anger only grew. Gaara looked rather disgusted, and the bog king fought the urge to punch his 'date'. The brat was making himself looking like a prostitute in order to make Sasori look back, and the king was sick of it. The younger redhead didn't even know how to respond; he simply nodded and walked off. Sasori shot Deidara a harsh glare, but the blonde only gave an innocent look.

"Greetings, may I have everyone's attention?"

Sasori turned his head to where Kakuzu stood by his throne in front of the large crowd. The ballroom slowly went silent and the dark forest elder nodded in thanks before sending a quick glance to Sasori. The redhead sighed before he gripped the brat's hand and swiftly moved to the front, dragging the prince after him. People quickly moved aside to make a path, bowing down in respect. Gaara also arrived at the front at the same time, a girl by his side.

"Thank you to everyone, for attending the first joint ball between the sand kingdom and the dark forest," Gaara spoke.

"It is our great pleasure to officially sign this truce, and create a safer environment for both kingdoms." Sasori continued.

The king was already sick of this celebration, and he'd just got there. He had been curious about what a ball was like when growing up, but by the time he'd reached his teenage years the younger Sasori no longer cared. He felt no need to spend a large amount of money on food and music to amuse a bunch of unnecessary people. This occasion was different, and Sasori had absolutely no choice, but he only hoped it would end soon.

Sasori found the clipboard with the document handed to him, and the king quickly scribbled his name under Gaara's before flipping the page and repeating the action. Kakuzu nodded and pulled both documents out: one was given to Chiyo and the other to a sand kingdom man known as Baki. Cheers erupted from the peasants and Sasori scowled in annoyance before he and Gaara shook hands.

"It is an honour to become your ally, Sasori. Now, let's enjoy the festivities while the night is still young."

"Yes, indeed. I do hope you enjoy your stay at our castle. Do not hesitate request assistance from anyone if needed."

"I thank you for your hospitality. Now, let us begin the celebration."