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

The blonde shifted uncomfortably, his wings feeling rather stiff. They were folded down underneath his dress as an extra precaution. His wings were easily recognizable on sight as only he and members of his family were able to obtain them. The bright, blue wings and a dark black border around the edges that matched the pattern of a Blue Mountain swallowtail. He'd been the only of his siblings to inherit the design from their father. His mother had the design as well, yet her wings were red rather than blue. It was a strange occurrence, and only occurred in specific clans. They would get the wing pattern of one butterfly, but the colouring of another.

Both Naruto and Ino, his siblings, had inherited the blue colour from their father. Although instead of having Blue Mountain Swallowtail designs, they each had wings appearing as a Blue Morpho. Although Ino's wings were a slightly light blue than Naruto, now that the prince thought about it. Even so, his siblings' wings weren't of his concern at the moment. He could see various wing patterns throughout the hall as they moved across the dance floor, and no two were the same. Even those that were based off of the same butterfly, their patterns were slightly different.

Deidara couldn't help but to sneak a glance at Sasori who sat in his throne beside the blonde. The prince couldn't help but realize, he'd never seen Sasori's wings. Well, he probably had but he hadn't... processed seeing them. He couldn't help but wonder, but the king usually kept them folded behind him. Deidara often did the same, but more of a different reason. He always got mobbed by stupid girls who wanted to be 'his queen'. Apparently they hadn't noticed, but Deidara didn't want a queen. He wanted a king.

He wanted a redheaded king.

With brown eyes.

And a sexy voi—no, definitely not going there. Deidara moved his hand to his forehead, trying to straighten out his thoughts. His time in this castle was making him insane. He'd lost count of the days, although the prince was sure that it had been at least two weeks. He'd stopped counting after the first seven days, but that had seemed like a while ago. He didn't know anymore, he just wanted to go home where things made sense. Then he could forget about this whole ordeal and everything would go back to normal.

"Excuse me, Sasori? You wouldn't mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance, would you?"

Deidara lifted his head quickly, eyes falling on the brown-haired male in front of him. His wings were somewhat of a dusty brown, with creamy spots accenting the outsides. A thick cream-coloured line moved towards the upper sides from the middle, and Deidara recognized him as the sand king's brother. The Citrus Swallowtail-winged fairy grinned as he lowered himself into a polite bow.

"Do whatever you want, Kankuro. I couldn't care less."

Deidara flinched slightly at the king's words, and he couldn't quite comprehend why. But then after processing Sasori's words, he froze. The blonde despised dancing at these things, but then again at least it was with a guy rather than the girls his father made him dance with. Still, he did not want to dance the girl's part. Deidara scowled as Kankuro offered 'her' his hand, and 'she' reluctantly placed 'her' hand in his.

Deidara found himself led onto the dance floor and a pair of hands were placed on his waist. The prince twitched slightly, he'd never been held that way before. Kankuro lifted an eyebrow as the prince shakily put his hands on the brown-haired boy's shoulders. Kankuro let out a rather loud laugh and Deidara felt like he was shrinking; the situation was growing more and more uncomfortable for him and he wanted out.

"Don't tell me you've never danced before," Kankuro chuckled.

"Actually," Deidara spoke in a higher-pitched voice, "I haven't, un."

"Don't be nervous," Kankuro reassured, "just follow me."

"O-okay, un."

Obviously, it was a lie. Deidara had danced many times before. But, he hadn't danced in the girl's position. He was the heir to a throne, and therefore learning the guy's part was all he needed. He'd never dance with anyone but girls, because that's exactly who he was being forced to marry. Clearly, his family hadn't realized that he would need to know when he got older.

Kankuro stepped back in time with the music and Deidara quickly stumbled forward to keep up. The brown-haired male simply chuckled and the prince looked away in embarrassment. How the hell was he supposed to know how to dance the girl part? He was a fucking man. But of course, everyone just has to taunt and torture him because they think his hair is somewhat feminine. He liked his hair long, and that was just his opinion. Maybe it wasn't the 'manliest', as others would say, but he liked it.

"Just relax, and let me lead you."

Deidara took a deep breath before he felt Kankuro moving. The blonde quickly moved his foot forward in time with Kankuro's step back. Then the movement came again, and Deidara quickly stepped right. Kankuro nodded in encouragement before speeding up slightly, and Deidara followed his movements. He found himself getting better at this, in fact, it was actually a lot of fun. Well, despite his dignity which was being stomped on with every step.

He was dancing the girl's part.

But when Deidara considered that fact, he didn't seem to find himself as annoyed as he had been before the dance began. The girl's part was easier, and Deidara found it was a nice break from leading. After all, if was difficult to lead when you had no motivation to do so. Every dance was always the same, because Deidara did the same steps in the same order every time. But this time he was following, and it was different than the way he'd always done it. Although, Deidara could easily tell that this guy was an amateur.

"So, how did the king and you meet?"

"Why do you ask, un?"

"Well, King Sasori isn't really one for dating. All that matters is that he gets an heir."

"He doesn't believe in love; it makes me wonder why, un."

"Who knows. Don't let yourself fall for him, okay? He'll only hurt you in the end, he doesn't care about other people's feelings."

"Believe me, I know, un."

"So, how did you meet?"

"Oh, um, we ran into each other when I was on my way to the grocery store. Literally, un."

"And he didn't kill you!?"

"Well, he looked like he was going to but then when he actually looked at me he just stopped. Other people think it's because my appearance is uncommon in the dark forest, un."

"I get what you mean. You seem pretty... fragile, to have grown up here. No offense. Also, you don't really get many blonde-haired people with blue eyes outside the Fairy Kingdom. After all, the Namikaze family is known for it."

"I'm not that fragile! But parents always tried to protect me from everything, un. They didn't want me to see the bad parts of the word."

"They must not have been too thrilled when the Bog King chose you then."

"My father was furious and my mother was in a panic. He just showed up and took me away, un."

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Does he treat you nicely?"

Deidara frowned slightly at the question. He didn't like spitting out lies and more lies. He'd been raised to be an honest person, although there was the exception about his sexuality secret. Although when he thought about it, he wasn't completely lying. Sure, he hadn't ran into Sasori like he told Kankuro but he did show up and take him away and his family surely wasn't happy about it. He wasn't fibbing, he was simply... stretching the truth.

"Sometimes, un. I don't understand him. At first he was pretty bad, but I guess as he got used to me he became a bit nicer. But sometimes when he's being nice, someone else shows up and he flips out and starts yelling at me. He tells me not to do things that he just gave me permission to do. He doesn't even call me by my name, just 'brat'. I just wish I could go home, un."

"I'm sure it'll get better," Kankuro stated just as the song ended, "sorry about suddenly ditching you but I have to go speak with my brother. Thank you for the dance."

"Thank you, un."

Deidara moved his hands away from Kankuro and he gave a small curtsey before turning away from the Citrus Swallowtail faerie. The blonde weaved silently through the crowd of people before he arrived at the throne once more. Sasori looked up to him with a devious smirk and the blonde looked away as his heart seemed to suddenly speed up. He took a deep breath before a sigh escaped his lips. Why did he let Sasori make him feel like this? He didn't understand.

"Sasori," an elderly voice called out, "why are you being do rude?"

Deidara lifted his head at the sound of Sasori's familiar groan. The king was attempting to push Chiyo away as she messed with his hair. The blonde couldn't help but snicker at the sight as the redhead thrashed around, growling angrily. His grandmother simply laughed it off as she continued to fix his hair and straightened his clothes like she may do for a tiny little toddler.

It was then that Deidara found someone approaching him from behind, and a chuckle reached his ears. Looking back, his eyes fell on the three siblings from the sand, Kankuro being the owner of the laughter. Gaara was completely silent as he had been before, and Temari seemed to be staring at him with a sympathetic look because of his so-called 'disease'. Deidara despised her sympathetic look, more than he thought he would.

"I see Lady Chiyo hasn't changed," Gaara broke the silence, "she's as old and crazy as the last time."

"She's lucky that Sasori can't kill her, or he would have done it a long time ago." Kankuro agreed.

"He apparently still considers it, un." The blonde giggled with a slightly feminine tone.

"Deimara, was it?" Gaara spoke.

"Yep, un."

"Kankuro told me about your situation. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a couple questions about your relationship with Sasori."

"U-un?"

Gaara cleared his throat and nodded towards his siblings before they began clearing a path. Gaara took Deidara's hand and the blonde found himself being pulled after the younger king. He stopped once the group was out of hearing distance and all three of the siblings held serious expressions. Deidara himself felt nervous, sending a quick glance to where Chiyo was still bugging Sasori.

"It has come to my attention that Sasori brought you here by force, did he not?" Gaara demanded.

"Um—"Shit, what the fuck do I do?"—I guess you could say that, un."

"What were trying to say is, are you happy here? Or do you want to go home?"

"U-un..."

"Deimara, be honest. We can help get you and your parents out of here, you can come to our kingdom." Kankuro suggested.

"W-why are you trying to help, u-un?"

"We haven't know each other for long—"

"—About three hours, un—"

"—but you're a really nice girl, Dei. I'm feeling some kind of attraction to you, and I'd like to give that feeling a try. What do you say?"

Deidara found himself unable to create words. Here he was, attending a celebratory ball for his two enemy kingdom's successful alliance, as the date of the man who kidnapped him. Not to mention the fact, that he also found himself disguised in a dress, with makeup lathered all over his face. And now, a member of the other enemy kingdom's royal family was, thinking Deidara to be a girl, stating he had some sort of feelings towards him.

'What the actual fuck do I do?'

His eyes shot around, searching for some sort of escape from this terrifying situation. Sasori was still caught up being attacked by Chiyo, and he was unfortunately being cornered. Luckily, his eyes fell on a familiar person. The blonde was incredibly lucky as the male looked his way, and Deidara sent him a desperate glance. Quickly, he was on his way over and Deidara was staring at the floor like he wasn't aware.

"What's going on here?" the voice demanded, "Deimara, are you alright?"

Deidara found his hand grabbed by Kisame's larger one, and the prince couldn't help but feel relieved. He lifted his head, and his vision was filled with the Common Blue butterfly's wings. Kisame gave him a toothy grin before looking back towards the sand kingdom's royal family. Deidara always felt tiny in the presence of Kisame, which normally made him feel uncomfortable, yet for once he was grateful for it. After all, Kisame looked like he was quite physically strong.

"We were simply having a discussion about her wellbeing here," Gaara spoke, "is it truly the best for her to be stuck here against her will?"

"With all due respect, King Gaara, that is none of your business."

"It is very much my business how the people in my ally's kingdom are treated, especially when my brother appears to fancy this girl."

Kisame's expression turned to one of surprise, yet Kankuro did not react to the statement. The blonde himself wished to simply disappear, he didn't like this at all. If only they had just locked him in someone's bedroom, then Deidara would have been much more content. He would prefer to avoid all this drama, but apparently it followed him no matter where he went.

"I can assure you, your highness, that Deimara is given the finest treatment there is."

"You took her from her family, and from her home! She's too afraid to mention it because she fears for her safety. She wants to leave!" Kankuro snapped.

"You must understand that only the king decides what will happen. Her stay is a bit of a complicated matter, and I ask you to respect our boundaries."

"You're even more difficult than those damn Namikazes!" Temari growled.

"This conversation is over. Deimara, please follow me."

Kisame swiftly moved away and Deidara scampered after him, using the path through the people that the larger male created. The blue-winged male approached Sasori and leaned down to whisper something in his ear, which immediately caused the redhead to scowl. He rose to his feet and motioned to Kakuzu who quickly approached before the three seemed to have a private conversation.

"Brat. Come with me."

Deidara's head shot towards Sasori as he began moving away from his throne and towards the double doors behind it. The blonde quickly followed, peering behind him to see the ballroom being cleared out. He tilted his head in confusion and opened his mouth to question what was happening, but he quickly shut it after realizing the foul mood Sasori appeared to be in.

They soon reached Sasori's bedroom and the redhead rushed in whilst not bothering to turn on the lights. Deidara entered after him yet when he looked around the king was no where in sight. The prince was awfully confused as he looked around, and took a few shaky steps into the room as he pushed the door closed. He passed the bed, and an uncomfortable feeling formed in his stomach. He reached out to touch the comforter, letting out a yelp when he was suddenly grabbed and a heavy weight fell onto him.