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, this is an outrage!"
The redhead snarled, glaring harshly at the Suna royal family. He understood their anger, but he was not ready for this conversation at the moment. He was angry, he was confused, he felt the need to throw a chair at a certain blonde brat's face. Why had he done that? Why the fuck had Deidara done that? More importantly, why the fuck did he, King Sasori Akasuna, participate in it.
"Sasori, I demand you answer me!" Gaara growled.
"What do you want, Gaara?" the elder redhead snapped.
"How long did you think you could keep this from me? I thought we were becoming allies, but no. You're fucking the heir to the fairy kingdom!"
"Gaara, I can assure you, nothing like that will ever happen."
"How can I trust you? Kankuro found the both of you naked together in a bathroom. And apparently the brat's bleeding out. What did you do? Fuck him so hard he got a head injury?"
Sasori scowled, feeling his anger grow more. He forced himself to take deep breaths, if he snapped then there would be no hope in fixing this alliance. It was that damn brat's fault. If he hadn't of come onto Sasori like that, then the king wouldn't have fought back. Deidara was probably trying to sabotage the alliance from the beginning, and he was attempting to play with Sasori's emotions to mess it up! But why did you kiss him back?
"Perhaps you should spend more time listening to the facts, and less time assuming."
"Then what did happen, Sasori?"
"...I happened to throw the brat into the counter."
Gaara raised an eyebrow, before rolling his eyes. Sasori crossed his arms, just as Kakuzu and Kisame entered the throne room. The two immediately made their way to the elder king's side, brushing past the Suna kingdom's royal family. Sasori sent them an angry glance, he was in no mood to talk to anyone yet these people continued to bug him. No matter what he said, they wouldn't leave him the fuck alone!
"News on the prisoner. He isn't looking very well, your highness. If we don't get him a doctor, then he may die."
"Let him die!" Gaara spoke before Sasori could, "He is the son of our sworn enemy! The fairy kingdom can't take on both of us at once, they're strong but not enough. We could completely destroy them."
"I have no interest in starting a war," the redhead responded automatically. You want to protect Deidara. Sasori's hand moved to his forehead, letting out a quiet groan. Why wouldn't the voice in his head go away? Because you don't see it yet. See what? There's nothing to see about that fucking brat! Why don't you want to go to war? He didn't want to fight the Fairy Kingdom, he didn't want to lose his men in battle. You don't want to destroy Deidara's home.
"Your highness, are you alright?" Kisame questioned.
"Fine, Kisame."
"Are you sure, your highness?"
"I fucking said I'm fine!" the redhead lashed out. The others in the room flinched back, except for Gaara, each staring silently at the elder king. He was fuming, boiling, at his tipping point. He snarled suddenly, before he sent his fist flying towards Kisame's stomach. The larger male coughed heavily as the air was knocked out of him, and his eyes were wide with surprise. The next thing people knew, Kisame was on the ground and Sasori was standing over him.
"I'm sorry, King Gaara, but Sasori will continue this conversation later."
After speaking, Kakuzu grabbed the elder redhead by the arm and began to pull him from the room. The king snarled angrily, thrashing against the tan-skinned male but Kakuzu held a firm grip. Kisame stumbled up to his feet and bowed slightly to the Suna siblings before tailing after. Sasori found himself shoved out of the throne room and his two subjects rushed out after before slamming the door.
"What is going on, your highness? Everyone is incredibly confused. We found you and the fairy kingdom heir naked together, and him with a severe head injury. Sasori, we need an explanation," Kakuzu demanded.
"I'm not in the mood, Kakuzu."
"You can trust us, your highness, we need to truth. Did you fuck him?" Kisame questioned.
"No, I wouldn't fuck that brat if my life depended on it!"
"Alright, then explain what happened." Kakuzu ordered.
"The brat was filthy so I took him to have a bath. After getting in the water he just screamed. It surprised me and I fell in, so I stupidly just threw my clothes off and bathed with him. And then that stupid brat came onto me!"
"So, you thought it was appropriate to give him a severe head injury?" the elder rolled his eyes. "Sasori, you probably don't want to hear this right now, but it's really bad. If we can't heal him, then we're going to be at war. Our only hope would be to attack them before they find out."
"No! I'm not going into war."
"Your highness," Kisame began, "are you sure that's your only reason?"
"Yes, Kisame."
Kakuzu looked towards the throne room before he turned back to Sasori, a solemn look plastered on his face. The redheaded king crossed his arms, staring at the elder with an unamused expression. His hand went to his forehead, and he scrunched his eyes closed. He was not in the mood for this right now, he strongly wanted to get away from this situation. He was so confused, and his head was throbbing.
You like Deidara. No, he didn't. You like that little blonde brat. Sasori shook his head; he didn't like Deidara. He despised him! No you like him; you want him. No, Sasori did not want him. Sasori wanted him to stay away from him. If that's what you call wanting to fuck the shit out of someone, then please, go ahead with those thoughts. No. Sasori was straight. He was completely and utterly fucking straight. Yeah, about as straight as a circle.
"Your highness, are you alright?" Kisame's words broke him from his thoughts.
"I've got a head ache," Sasori groaned. "I'm going to my room, and I don't want to be disturbed."
"Yes, your highness. But we really need to speak about the prisoner's condition⸺"
"⸺Kakuzu, I'm not in the mood."
Sasori whipped around, quickly moving away from the two. He'd grown up around Kisame and Kakuzu, in fact the king would consider them as friends. Although, he'd never admit it to anyone. He was glad when he arrived in his bedroom, and he quickly slipped inside before slamming the door shut. He buried his head into his hands; it was hurting. His head was throbbing, and the pain wouldn't leave him alone.
"What's wrong with me?" he muttered under his breath.
"You can't deny your feelings, Sasori."
The king lifted his head, and a scowl immediately crossed his lips. He was not in the mood for his grandmother's cursed rambling and obsession over his love live, especially not now. Right now, he felt the strong urge to punch whatever came close to him. And hell, his grandmother was getting awful close. It'd be a shame if the punch knocked her unconscious... and she didn't wake up.
"Go away, Granny."
"Stop being such a grumpy, little shortie! I overheard your conversation with Kakuzu an Kisame. So, my big boy had his first kiss, hm? Do I hear wedding bells?"
Yep, an awful shame; Sasori could see it now. His mental self didn't mean to punch her so hard. She was just a very fragile old woman, and was easily injured. Of course, Sasori would be in great woe if she were to go into a coma. And how the woe would completely escalate if she were to... die. Oh, what a shame that would be. Sasori tried to think of any reason he had not to hit her, but he could only think of one.
That would be animal abuse.
He put on a fake grin and stared at his grandmother, trying to wait until she'd be off guard. Chiyo only scowled, and shook her head. Sasori cursed his grandmother for her observation skills. She always knew when the redhead was about to hit her. It's like she was fucking psychic or something! She always just knew, and Sasori was quite subtle too. Well, if you called a smile so big it looked uncomfortable subtle. Shut up, conscience.
"Oh, 'Sori. Are you okay baby?"
"Excuse me? What did you just call me?"
"Honey, you look mentally ill. Are you okay, 'Sori?"
"If you ever fucking call me 'baby' or 'honey' again, I swear I'll have you hung the next morning."
"Don't be so grumpy! And 'Sori, you know it wouldn't work. Even if I did something, they'd suspect you for framing it."
Sasori scowled, he'd forgotten about that. Damn his loudly public hate for that old hag! Now if anything were to happen to her, no matter what it was, they always assumed he had done it. Hell, she could peacefully pass of old age and they'd find a way to blame him for it. Ugh, he truly despised everything. Well, mostly Chiyo. And that damn, insane, motherfucking brat!
"Sasori, listen. I know you're angry and confused, but you need to come see Deidara."
"I told Kakuzu and Kisame that I didn't want to be disturbed. Leave."
"Alright, you listen here! I know you and I don't really get along well, but this is a serious matter. You are king, and your feelings don't matter at the moment. Deidara's condition is looking bad, and he could die any moment. This is all your fault, so you need to help us fix it. If we can't save him, then our entire country goes to war against the Fairy Kingdom. If we do save him, we'll have a very angry Suna Kingdom and could possibly destroy the alliance that was just made."
"I know," the redhead snarled, "why are you telling me all this?"
"You have to understand this, Sasori. This is a choice that will determined our kingdom's future, and you have to pick. Will you save your alliance? Or will you save Deidara?"
"I... I don't know. The kingdom can't handle a war right now, but Suna will likely become very difficult to ha⸺"
"Sasori, stop thinking."
"What do you fucking want with me, you old hag!? You tell me to pick, then you tell me to not? Just make up your fucking mind, I can't deal with this right now! Why can't you see that I just want to be alone!?"
"I know you're struggling, 'Sori. This is hard for you, and you'll have to be brave. I know how cruel your father was, and how he raised you to be the 'perfect child'. But you don't have to follow in his footsteps. You don't have to be alone, and you have the power to bring kindness and love to our kingdom. But in order to do this, you have to want it. Because after what happened, it's not going to be easy to get him back."
"What are you talking about? You're fucking delusional. I don't like that brat, I'm straight. I am straight, I'm not gay. I've always been straight, and I am still straight. Never, will I ever, be gay. I am straight."
"You'll only hurt yourself if you keep denying it. I don't think you love him, but you definitely have some sort of attraction to one another. Deidara put himself out there, because he felt it too. You could be happy with him, but you have to give him a chance."
"I am not gay, and I will not give him a chance."
"Do you think differently about him now?"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"He's gay, do you think differently about because of that? Could you tell he was gay by the way he acted, or by the way he dressed?"
"He was... just like a regular person."
The door opened and the redhead looked up, his eyes falling on Kisame and Kakuzu. He scowled immediately, but the two said nothing as they entered the room. The door was closed behind them and they all came to sit on Sasori's bed, the redhead being stuck between all the people. He was rather ticked off, he told Kisame and Kakuzu he didn't want to be disturbed, but of course, here they were.
"Chiyo asked us to come," Kakuzu explained, "we have something important to say."
"Look, I've already had enough of the gay rant, and I can promise you that I am completely strai⸺"
"Straight, we get it," Kisame rolled his eyes. "That's not why we're here."
"Then what do you want?"
Kakuzu frowned slightly, "Would you think differently if we were gay?"
"This conversation sounds too similar to one I had with the brat. Did you put him up to that?" the king hissed.
"No, he did it because he thought it was right. Sasori, Kakuzu and I are both gay. We never mentioned it before because of your opinion against gays; we didn't know how you'd react."
"Sasori," Chiyo spoke quietly, "do you think differently of them?"
"I... I don't."
"There's nothing wrong with being gay," Kakuzu informed him. Kisame and Chiyo nodded in agreement, but the redhead stayed silent. He couldn't handle this, this was a bit too much. Deidara was gay, and felt attracted to him. Kisame grew up alongside him being gay and never said anything? Kakuzu too? Even when Sasori said extremely insulting things against being gay or lesbian right in front of them? They just put up with him? Did they even like him?
"Give Dei a chance, 'Sori."
But he couldn't. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't He couldn't allow himself to be vulnerable, he couldn't admit the attraction he felt to the blonde. He couldn't do this. He had to keep Deidara away from him. Sasori'd just have to be even crueler to the blonde than he had been before, yes, that would work. That would keep the blonde away from him easily, and as soon as the love potion was returned then he'd never have to see the brat agin.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you; you'll only hurt yourself. What do you want to do, 'Sori? Pick what you want to save."
"Suna is a relatively smaller country. However, they are big enough that if we allied with them, we could easily take out the Fairy Kingdom."
But he still wouldn't do it.