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

All he could feel was an intense throbbing in his head, pounding against his skull. His eyes refused to open, although he could hear the soft voices of faeries around him. His body was exhausted, all of his energy was drained at the simple task of twitching a finger. He parted his lips slightly to let out a cough, and pain shook through his body from the sound. He clenched his teeth slightly, being the only thing he was physically capable of doing, as he struggled to search through his mind.

Slowly, his soft, blue eyes fluttered open to see white. He was laying in a bed, and when he flicked his eyes around the room he could see various herbs and medicines. The owners of the voices that he had heard earlier were no longer there. The blonde took in a deep breath before he summoned all the remaining strength he possessed, fighting his body in order to sit up.

Limbs thrashed and blankets trapped, before the prince found himself plummeting to the floor. He let out a yelp when his body hit the ground, and he rested his throbbing head against the carpet. He heard the door open and the shuffling of feet before a loud gasp echoed across the room, and then the steps became a sprint. They appeared to exit the room, as the steps grew slowly quieter.

He lay there in peace for quite an amount of time, before the sound of quick footsteps grew closer once more. They stopped beside him and the prince found himself lifted bridal style into someone's arms. He weakly moved his head, staring up at the shark-like male with a yawn. Kisame gently placed him back in the bed, and then Deidara noticed the younger redhead beside him.

"Don't try to get up," Kisame instructed, "Karin says you could worsen your injuries."

"W-what am I doing here? What happened to my head, un?" the blonde groaned.

"You don't remember?" Kisame questioned.

"No, un."

"It's just a bit of amnesia," Karin explained, "nothing harmful. You'll start to remember once you're feeling better."

"Un..."

The door slammed open, causing the prince to flinch nervously. He didn't like the loud noise, and Karin apparently didn't like it either as she sent a harsh glare towards the elderly woman. Chiyo simply scoffed at the girl before approaching the prince, sitting down beside him with a gentle smile. Deidara said nothing, only staring at the arms she was holding behind her back. She only grinned, before pulling out a berry.

"Chiyo, it may not be a good idea to feed him—"

"Oh, nonsense. Here you are dear, eat up."

Deidara opened his mouth and leaned forward slightly to bite into the red strawberry. He groaned at the heavenly taste, and Chiyo's chuckling filled the room. Kisame and Karin were silent, although the prince could see jealousy in the giant shark's eyes. The prince had grown up with the fruit, and when he was younger he wouldn't eat any other but them. It appeared that Kisame shared his love for the beautiful and wondrous fruit.

"They're freshly picked too, 'Sori just loves them," the elder woman spoke. It was then that Deidara's eyes widened. Sasori. He felt memories pouring back into his brain, as he was reminded of what had happened when he was knocked out. Sasori had thrown him back and he had whacked his head against something; that was the last thing he remembered. But what had caused it?

Sasori reached for Deidara and the prince let out a high-pitched squeak whilst throwing his arms harshly against the water. Sasori let out an angry hiss and immediately the blonde's eyes shot upwards to see the soaking wet king. Deidara thrashed against the force, letting out little protests of pain. Sasori paid no attention and the blonde shifted in a way that caused his wings pain. He yelped suddenly and the redhead jumped up in surprise. Deidara hadn't known exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew, Sasori was falling into the bathtub in front of him.

He remembered, Sasori had fallen into the water. It had been a complete mistake, that was positive. The king was being rough when attempted to wash him, and Deidara hurt his wing. He had yelped in pain, not expecting the sudden excruciating feeling, and that had surprised Sasori enough to cause him to fall into the water. It had all happened to fast, and he had really been angry after that. But that hadn't been why Sasori attacked him; so why did he?

Sasori simply yanked his shirt off and threw it onto the counter. Deidara widened his bright, blue eyes as Sasori shifted, pushing himself up to a standing position. The king's hand moved to his zipper and he quickly pulled down his fly. The blonde covered his eyes, listening to the moving water as Sasori slipped his pants off his legs. His heart was pounding and his breathing sped up, he couldn't handle this situation. His hands were pulled from his face and he stared straight ahead at the now naked Sasori, who, despite being incredibly short, seemed to be quite fit.

Deidara couldn't help but blush slightly as he recalled that part, Sasori had simply undressed and decided to bathe with him. Why the king had done that, he had no idea. He could picture the scene in his mind with ease. Sasori's Scarlet Mormon wings tucked behind him, his hair a darker shade of red as it fell down straightly from being wet. Those deep, brown, sexy bedroom eyes staring at him. The situation had been too much for the blonde, he remembered, and that was why...

Deidara shifted slightly, feeling his erection beginning to throb. He absolutely despised himself at the moment, and his attraction to men. He felt pathetic, completely and utterly pathetic. He was being turned on by the king of his enemies, that was also known as the straightest fucking faerie in all the surrounding kingdoms. God, he was dead. If Sasori saw it, he was so dead.

Deidara mentally groaned at the memory, he truly was pathetic. He was naked, weak and hard in front of his enemy. That probably explained why the king clobbered him. But... the prince didn't think that was how it happened. No, something else happened, but what had it been? He just couldn't remember, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he searched through his mind.

Deidara felt his shoulders grabbed and shoved harshly against the wall behind him, the redhead moving close enough for their bodies to touch. He didn't know what was up with Sasori, but the blonde's luck was currently skyrocketing. Somehow, Sasori was so distracted in anger that he didn't see nor feel the blonde's boner below him. His chest was touching Deidara's, and the ladder's erection was poking the former's limp one. However, the anger in Sasori's eyes from the ignoring his orders tuned out every factor.

Sasori was too angry to even notice his erection, so that couldn't of been what triggered Sasori to throw him against the counter. Also, they were still in the bathtub, and he didn't think Sasori could throw him from in the water—especially considering they were both sitting. The position they had been in made it impossible, so what had happened? What had been the deciding point?

Feelings took over, and Deidara closed the gap between them. There was no innocence, nor gentleness, but a fiery and passionate kiss. The prince's hands worked their way around Sasori's body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. To the shock of Deidara, Sasori's tongue forced it's way inside the blonde's mouth and the blonde shoved his own pink muscle in the way.

Fuck. Deidara's mind was jumbled, as if every word of his vocabulary had been stolen from him but two simple words. Motherfucking shit. He had kissed the king, he had fucking kissed the straightest guy to ever walk the planet. And Deidara had felt him up while doing so. But Sasori... kissed him back? Why the fuck would the redhead have done that? It didn't make any sense. And if he kissed him back, why did Sasori throw him against a fucking counter?

Both released soft pants as they stared at one another, before the redhead suddenly rose to his feet and removed himself from the water. Deidara watched him in confusion, and forgetting about his lower regions, rose to his feet. Sasori wrapped himself in a towel and headed for the door in silence. Deidara snatched his wrist just as Sasori grabbed the doorknob, and the redhead let out a deep growl.

Sasori had came to his senses and pulled away... and why the fuck did Deidara try to stop him? He should have known not to. Hell, he should have known not to kissing the fucking bastard in the first place! But... his lips had been so close. Those soft, warm lips that Deidara got the pleasure to feel against his own. And that tongue that he had battled against, never had he known that the muscle could be so strong.

"Remove your hand, or I break your wrist."

"D-Danna, un?"

"Get off!" Sasori lashed out his hand and Deidara let out a yelp of pain. The blonde was sent tumbling to the bathroom floor, slamming his head violently against the counter.

Deidara lay on the bed quietly, his hand moving to his head. The pain felt no better, and instead only grew. It hurt, more than it had when he woke up. Why had he done it? Had Deidara fallen to such a deadly sin? And out of all of the seven, he had fallen to lust? He had allowed his lust to take over, and then he had pressed his lips against his enemies. By doing so, did that count as betrayal against his kingdom.

"Why... why did I kiss him, un?" he mumbled.

"I dunno, but do I hear wedding bells?"

'Shit. Did I say that out loud?' Deidara thought in shock.

"Yes, you did," Kisame answered.

Fuck.

Deidara pulled himself from his thoughts, looking up at the people around him. Kakuzu had apparently joined the group when he was lost in his mind, and Karin had apparently left. Deidara gently touched his head, immediately flinching back in pain. The bandage was wet with a sort of warm substance, and he was pretty sure he knew exactly what that 'warm substance' was.

"Karin's gone to get you some more bandages," Kakuzu explained.

"How long was I out, un?" Deidara yawned.

"About two weeks, we thought you weren't going to make it," Kisame muttered. "You went into a coma."

Deidara's lips formed a frown, he had been out for two weeks? That meant he'd been in this place for at least two months, two excruciatingly long months. He weakly sat up, with a bit of assistance from Kakuzu, and wrapped his arms around his legs. He pulled them close to his chest before laying his head on his knees. He missed his friends, his brother, his sister, his mother. He even missed his father.

"Why am I still here?" he mumbled softly.

"What do you mean, dear?" Chiyo questioned.

"In the dark forest. It's been two months," Deidara choked up, a sob coming from his lips. "I want to go home, why haven't they returned the potion? Why can't I go home? They need me there, and I-I need them. I can't take it anymore, I can't. Please... someone, just take me home, un."

Brick by brick, his walls came tumbling down and the storm inside was released. He erupted into sobs as he clutched his legs against his chest, and the prince felt anything but brave. His kingdom looked up to him, he was worshipped on a high pedestal for being brave and powerful. His kingdom loved his charismatic personality, and he found himself always surrounded by people because he was important to them. But now he sat alone in enemy territory as he fell apart.

He had always thought he was strong, but his ego was much bigger than any other he'd come across. This kingdom was where it fell apart, and he realized that he wasn't that brave, strong prince. He was weak and afraid. Deidara Namikaze of the Fairy Kingdom... was nothing. He had only thought he was. He was only a stubborn blonde brat who thought he had the power to change things. But Sasori was right, he was too weak. He couldn't handle this anymore.

"Deidara, don't cry," Kisame murmured. "Where's the kid who stood up to Sasori? The one who heard his orders and did the opposite. That's who you were when you first arrived, and he's gotta be in there somewhere."

"He wasn't real; only a front. I-I can't do this. Please, one of you, take me home, un."

"Honey, if they disobey Sasori..." Chiyo trailed off.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't want you to get hurt, un."

"Chiyo, you know he can't stay here. Sasori isn't in a good mental state right now, and the Suna family will probably attack him if they see him."

"Kakuzu, dear, are you sure this is something you're willing to do?"

"I think it's the best thing we can do," he replied.

"I'll help as well, so you don't have to go alone."

Deidara lifted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Kakuzu and Kisame. Were they serious? The blonde didn't even know what to think anymore, how could he know whether or not they were telling the truth? He couldn't trust anyone, they were liars. The dark forest was bad, and it didn't make sense. He couldn't fully trust them, no matter how much he wanted to. Even so, he hoped with all his heart that he would finally be able to return home.

"Deidara, just bare with this for another little bit. We can't move you in your current physical state, but we'll get you home as soon as we can. Just... hang in there."

"Un..."