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

They soon reached Sasori's bedroom and the redhead rushed in whilst not bothering to turn on the lights. He quickly moved deeper into the room and blended himself in with the shadows, watching as the blonde stumbled in after him. The prince seemed quite confused as he gazed around, and shakily closed the door behind him as he moved closer to the king's bed.

Sasori stalked closer as Deidara stopped right beside his bed, and he harshly narrowed his brown eyes as the brat struggled to locate him. When the prince reached out towards the comforter, that was when Sasori struck. He lunged forward, grabbed the blonde, before tackling him onto the bed. Sasori sat himself on the blonde's waist, holding his wrists tightly against the bed.

The king stared into those innocent, bright, blue eyes and he couldn't help but lose himself in them. The fear the blonde seemed to possess was growing stronger, and for some reason that only made Sasori angrier. Why was the brat so damn afraid? He was pathetically feminine, trembling under the redhead's weight. His golden blonde hair appeared almost brown in the darkness, and the cerulean dress seemed to complete the darker and mysterious look.

"D-danna? What are you doing, u-un?"

"You've been a bad girl, Deidara."

Deidara squeaked as Sasori's face moved closer to his, and the redhead simply smirked. The prince was simply too fun to mess around with. The king brushed a couple strands of hair from his face, chuckling at the frozen expression on Deidara's face. He didn't even know how to react, well, not at first. But then Sasori heard the words that he thought he'd be cursed to never forget.

"Danna, is your true gay self finally taking over, un?"

Sasori choked, coughing heavily whilst the blonde beneath him simply snickered. The redhead clenched his fist angrily, fighting the urge of smashing Deidara's face in. It appeared that the blonde found joy in taunting him, and he found himself in another Chiyo-like situation. As much as he wanted to kill the fucking brat, he couldn't. As much as Sasori despised the fairy kingdom, he was in no mood for a war.

"Danna?"

Sasori scowled. He didn't know what to do with this damned brat. One minute he was driving the king insane, and the next he was bringing out that innocent tone with those big blue eyes. The redhead was growing sick of it; he didn't understand why the brat had such an effect on him. Overall, he just found himself quite stressed out with a situation he didn't want to deal with.

"What do you want, brat?"

"Why do you despise gay people, un?"

Sasori raised an eyebrow; what kind of question was that? What isn't there to despise? Someone who is gay is a male, and they like other males. Of course he despised them, they shouldn't like other guys. Just like girls shouldn't like other girls. Any other relationship than a guy and a girl was just... wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen, and that's simply the way it was.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"That's not an answer."

"It's not right."

"Well, why isn't it right? What's so wrong in a guy liking another guy? Or a girl liking another girl, un?" Deidara demanded.

Sasori rolled his eyes, "It's not the way we're made. We're guys, and we have dicks. Girls are girls, and they have vaginas. You put a dick in a vagina. You don't put a vagina in a vagina, and you don't put a dick in a dick."

Sasori almost, keyword being almost, chuckled at the mortified look on the blonde's face. The prince had obviously been much too sheltered as a kid, or he was just one of those people who felt extremely comfortable in these conversations no matter the situation. Sasori predicted the first, as Deidara didn't seem like the sexually awkward type. Although at the same time, Sasori couldn't see him fucking a girl. He just seemed to fragile, by Sasori's terms anyway. He felt bad for whatever girl would be in bed with him in the end.

"U-un?"

"What, too detailed for you, brat?" The king taunted.

"N-no! And j-just so you know, a v-vagina isn't the only place you c-can put a d-dick, u-un."

Sasori rolled his eyes, growing rather annoyed. He was already sick of this stupid argument that seemed to keep on happening between him and the brat. He had to admit the blonde's shyness around the subject was quite something. Still, what the hell did he mean that there was another place? Where the hell else would you put it? Oh—Sasori sighed at the realization.

"A mouth? I'd rather die than suck another guy's dick."

"No," the blonde blushed, "there's another place too, un."

Sasori raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about, brat?"

The blonde's blush grew much more distinguishable and he averted his bright, cerulean eyes from Sasori's cold gaze. The redhead didn't completely understand, as he rapidly searched through his mind for a possible answer to his confusion. Other than the mouth, where else—oh. Sasori shivered as the idea came into his mind, and glanced at the blonde beneath him, not wanting to be right.

"You mean," Sasori gestured to his behind which received a nod from Deidara, "there? Seriously?"

"Uh-huh, un."

"Why the fuck would anyone want a dick there?"

"Apparently it's just as pleasurable if not more, un."

"Ugh. Why am I even having this conversation with you?"

Sasori removed himself from on top of the blonde and sat quietly on his bed, the disguised prince still beside him. He couldn't exactly explain it, but he still felt some sort of anger. But he wasn't angry at the brat—not at all—but rather the brown-haired guy from the sand kingdom. Kankuro had touched something that belonged to Sasori and Sasori alone. He didn't understand the feeling that was growing inside of him, but he didn't want anyone to touch that damned brat.

"Danna, un?"

"What?" Sasori growled.

"If someone you liked, Kakuzu for example, was gay... would you hate him, un?"

"What do you mean, brat?"

"If Kakuzu were gay, would you hate him for it?"

Sasori went quiet, staring at the blonde boy beside him. Where had this question come from, and more importantly, how was he going to answer? Kakuzu, along with Kisame, was probably one of his most loyal subjects. The male was very wise and gave Sasori very efficient advice that had many times benefitted the kingdom as a whole. If Kakuzu were gay, would that change the way he worked? Now that he thought about it, he didn't think anything could change Kakuzu's work ethic.

After all, he would still be Kakuzu. Sasori hadn't started off being close with the elder, but the midst had been his tutor when Sasori was growing up. To this day, Kakuzu probably knee more about the kingdom than Sasori. The king always considered Kakuzu's words and eventually came to see him as a friend. Of course, he'd never admit it out loud but it was a fact that he and Kakuzu just... knew.

"I guess not," Sasori finally replied.

"What about Kisame, would you think he was any different?"

"Well, no, but—"

"What about me, un?"

"Look, brat, why are you asking all these ridiculous questions!?"

Sasori stared simply as the blonde frowned, and his gaze was anywhere but near the king. Sasori didn't completely understand why he was asking all these questions, but he found himself quite influenced by the blonde's words. Kakuzu and Kisame were who they were, and would being gay really change that? They were both strong, loyal, and hardworking. That wouldn't change just because they were gay, Sasori didn't think.

"They're not ridiculous, they're important! Why can't you see that just because someone's gay or a lesbian, that they're just the same as everyone else? They're people too, and they have feelings. You can't treat them differently just because they find their own gender attractive, it's not fair, un!"

"Why do you fucking care so much about what I think about it? I have my opinion and you have yours," the redhead snapped.

"I... I don't know, un. I really don't understand you," the blonde spoke. "Sometimes you're nice and you let me read with you, or play with the clay or just talk to me like a real human being. But then other times you get all angry and defensive and I don't know why. You were fine one minute, and a raging midget the next."

"A raging what?"

"S-sorry, Danna, un!" the blonde squeaked.

"You're such a brat," Sasori sighed. "Perhaps, being gay or lesbian isn't the worst thing... but I still don't like it."

"See, Danna? That wasn't so hard, un."

"Yeah, whatever. Now, what exactly did you tell Kankuro at the royal ball?"

"U-un..."

"Start talking, brat," Sasori hissed.

"I told him that we ran into each other, and that you liked me cause I looked different. And then you came and took me from my family, un."

Sasori snarled, angrily clenching his fist. He raised his arm and the blonde flinched back slightly, looking away from the raised limb. Sasori paid no attention to the blonde's fear, he was completely furious! That damned brat could ruin the treaty they'd just signed, and if that were to happen Sasori knew that the prince was not getting out alive.

"Why the hell would you say that? Fucking brat!"

"It's not like I'm lying. Danna, it's been over a month! I want to go home, un."

"You're not going anywhere until I get the potion back, brat."

"Danna, you can't keep me here! I have a kingdom to run, and subjects who need me. Surely, you must understand, un."

Sasori could see the desperation in the blonde's eyes. The prince wanted more than anything to leave this place, yet Sasori found himself despising the idea. The king would not allow the price to leave, not until he got back what was stolen from him. Yet, at the same time, he felt a much stronger want for the blonde to stay. He thought for a moment, before realizing the military advantage he'd have from possessing the prince. Yes, that was definitely it.

"You will not leave this palace. If you ask again, then I can't guarantee you ever will."

The redhead turned away from the blonde and swiftly moved towards the door, confusion forming in his chest. Everything was becoming a bit much for him to handle, and he didn't understand the emotions that he found himself feeling. He turned his head back towards the blonde, and immediately the redhead froze in his place.

The majestic wings stood strong behind him, the colours strongly showing off his luscious, blonde hair. The wings were surrounded by a thick onyx border, and hiding inside with the magnificent cerulean blue that matched the colour of his eyes. Sasori couldn't look away, and his heartbeat began to move at a faster pace as the blonde pulled the dress off and over his head to reveal his perfectly tan skin.

"D-danna? W-what are you doing, u-un?"

Sasori's eyes widened as his brain seemed to reconnect with his body, noticing the blonde pulling his shirt on, and he looked away silently. The physical attraction was becoming too much, and he didn't understand why it was so strong. Deidara was just some spoiled little brat, so why did he have such an effect on the king? That's exactly what the redhead wanted to know.

"Danna, un?"

"What is it, brat?"

"I'm—" the blonde stopped as a loud yawn emitted from his lips, "—tired."

Sasori sighed, "Fine."

Sasori returned to his bed where Deidara sat and lay down, crawling under the covers. The blonde went to stand, but suddenly felt hand grip his wrist and his was yanked down. A little 'oof' came from the boy next to him but Sasori was past caring. He faced away from Deidara and pulled the covers over him, the prince doing the same.

"Oi, brat?"

"Mhm, Danna?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Stay away from Kankuro."

"But Kankuro's nice. Why, un?"

"Because I fucking said so! I don't trust him, and I want you to stay away from him."

"Okay, Danna. Goodnight, un."

"Night, brat..."

Sasori lay there silently and soon he could hear soft snores. Yet he himself, couldn't sleep. The redhead shivered slightly, finding himself not warm enough to settle down. He scowled slightly, wanting his rest after a long day. His rolled over to look at the sleeping brat, reaching out his hand to gently touch his arm.

A sudden warmth enveloped his fingers as his fingertips connected with the blonde's tan skin. The prince had a peaceful look on his face as he slept, and Sasori was jealous of the warmth he possessed. He growled lowly under his breath before poking the brat's cheek a couple times. When he didn't respond, Sasori was sure he was fast asleep.

The king slowly nudged closer to Deidara until he felt their bodies touching, and Sasori was surrounded by a wondrous warmth. Deidara remained fast asleep, and Sasori was glad for that fact. He would never let anyone see him doing what he happened to be doing at that moment. His pride was quite important, and never again would he cuddle up to another person—let alone a guy.

But for this once, Sasori was too tired to care. His eyes slowly closed and he could only hear Deidara's soft breaths. That was the sound, in which lulled the 'ruthless' king to sleep. The last thing that entered his mind was a simple thought, yet it was one he didn't ever want to be spoken aloud.

I'm changing.