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Chapter Seven-

"Onn-Nii-Chan! Wait- Kyaa!"

Something slammed against his body, causing his weak knees to buckle in and ultimately fall over. He held back a painful scream as his body dropped down with the gravity, his small frame crashing against the corner of the stairs. His head swooned.

"Mmmhhmm." He groaned as the weight above him shifted. The person (he hoped it was a person this time, unlike last time) quickly got off him. He grumbled some alien words as he took a reluctant peek at the attacker.

His pain instantly relieved, all's well forgotten.

"I-itsuko, why are home this early un?"

"Oh my gosh, why are you so weak?!" The small girl stood up, manicured hands on her hips, glaring down at her older brother. She still had on her cheerleading uniform, which Deidara deemed strange because Itsuko typically changes into her usual clothes directly after practice. "I swear, you're doing this to embarrass me."

"S-sorry un." He immediately got up, a bit reluctant though, and dusts himself off. He presented a huge smile to his dear sister. He wrapped his lanky arms around her, squeezing her tight. "I miss you Itsuko, what do you want for dinner today? Or do you want to take a bath first, I think there's still some strawberry bubble-"

"Onii-chan!" She hissed, pushing him off of her. Her glowing red face glowed brighter as her frown grew deeper, eyes narrowing down dangerously at him. "Stop it, my friends are here!"

She scooted over to her left and pointed at the unknown figures behind her.

One, two, four, six….?! Since when did they get there?!

Turtle time…

He shrunk as far as he could in his shirt. He pulled his long sleeves over his hands, only his tiny finger tips peeking in the outside world. He ducked his head low, somewhat similar to his position in school. He looked at a random cloud, hoping that somehow would make him blend in the surroundings.

"Geez, Onii-chan, stop it, you're totally embarrassing me in front of my friends!"

"I-Itsuko…" Deidara blushed.

He heard the girls giggle and whispers to themselves.

"Whatever." She pouted, her lip glossed lips protruding greatly. She crossed her arms (left over right) and tapped her heels.

Deidara smiled. This was her way of saying sorry. Trouble yet again forgotten (the girls were rather quiet, which Deidara didn't mind; they were all on their phones) he shrug the insecurities he had and gave a quick wave towards the girls. (Not that they were paying any attention really.) His smile grew larger, almost releasing a small giggle, as he noticed that action reminded him of his own little sister. He took a look at her, only to find she was already heading inside the house, phone in her little hands, texting, just like the group following behind her.

His smile soon faded.

"Oh, Hajime-nii-chan said he needed your help carrying some stuff in."

Frown.

"Oh don't give me that look Onii-chan!" She stuck her tongue out, a large grin soon after. "And guess what, Hajime-nii-chan bought you something! You're so lucky, I think it must be real special because he wouldn't even let me see it! So quite being such a grouch!"

Double frown. "He said he had something for you."

Big double frown. "I'm jealous."

Super big double frown. "Why is it always you? Anyway, go! Hajime-nii-chan is waiting for you."

He should have ran away when he had the chance. But then again, how could he go? No, the real question is, how could he not go? His little sister had already turned around and was pushing him towards the driveway.

"Hajime-nii-chan! I brought Onii-chan!"

His brown hair fluttered as a gust of wind passed by. He was carrying bags of what seemed to be clothes. Deidara figured Itsuko most likely went shopping with their uncle.

He watched as the charming man patted his sister's head and kissed her forehead. "Thanks Itsu-chan. Go inside and entertain your guests, I'll have your brother help me."

She giggled, blushing as she brushed the 'cooties' off of her forehead. "Geez Hajime-nii-chan, you're such a pervert! I said only Kyouta-kun could kiss me!"

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry!" A goofy looked appeared on his face as Itsuko punched his arm and skipped back to her friends. The smile that graced his face seemed so surreal; Deidara was almost fooled.

If it was like this, if it was only liked this, he wouldn't mind. It would be Nirvana, Heaven, his own Utopia. His uncle, his sister, they looked so normal, so happy. He smiled, thinking about it.

"Dei-chan, here, these bags go to Itsuko's room."

His uncle paid no attention to him as he went to grab the rest of the stuff in the back. Not that Deidara was complaining.

He grabbed the stuff and booked it. A haunting voice stopped him in his track, paralyzing him at the spot.

"Oh, and Deidara, I need you to stop by my room later."

His hands shook slightly as he replied quickly; he didn't have leisure of taking his sweet time. "W-what time un?" His mouth felt dry. He swiftly whipped the sweat building on his palms on the inside of his sleeve.

"Nine."

Deidara could do nothing else but nod his head and walk into the house.

Deidara shrieked softly as the knife slipped from his grip and almost nicked his big toe. He swung his arms somewhat, knocking the open bottle of oil on the floor. Damn, he had to clean that now or else someone could slip on it.

He heard the shuffling of tiny feet coming around the kitchen floor. He turned back to see the girls gathering around the table, all giggling and gossiping within the small group.

"Onii-chan!" A rather forceful tugged turned him around. "Alright, I know Hajime-nii-chan said we're having curry tonight, but do you think we could, I don't know…."

Itsuko looked around, reassuring herself their uncle wasn't there. Deidara just stood there, uncertain what to do. She pulled his head down to her level so they were face to face; their noses were touching slightly. "Well, I love your curry and all, but the girls want some pizza. Do you think we can order some, pretty please Onii-chan?" She fluttered her eyes rapidly as she tried her best to pull of the 'puppy dog' look.

"Uh, um , I-Alright-" Deidara was a sucker for her.

But their uncle wasn't. "I sure I didn't just hear you try to get your brother to buy pizza when we have perfectly good food in the making, right Itsuko?"

Deidara swore she jumped at least a foot in the air.

Hajime grabbed an apron from the kitchen hook and threw it on himself. The girls giggled as they spotted the middle aged man slipping into their friend's frilly pink apron. Noticing them, he did a pose which made them burst into fits of giggles as well.

He smiled and turned to walk to Deidara. "Here, let me help you with that."

He grabbed the knife from the younger boy's hand and proceeded to chop the carrots. Deidara flinched at his touch.

Shaking the chill off his body, he quickly grabbed the potatoes and peeled it. He was shaken slightly as the devil appeared with the face of Buddha. He was so close he could feel the older man's hands on him, recalling many times of when he did. He knew he couldn't freak out, not now anyways. Itsuko and her friends were still there which meant he and his uncle had to keep the play going; they could only stop once the audience was gone.

Many thoughts flying through his head, Deidara was somewhat out of it. So he failed to notice the oil spill from earlier. And down he goes.

However, Hajime caught his flawlessly. His eyes widen, his mouth in an 'O'. "Whoa, are you alright Deidara?"

Deidara was quick to push himself off the man and up to his feet. "T-thanks." He muttered, rushing to get back to the food.

"Oh my gosh Itsuko!" One of the girls commented to the group. They were all intent on watching the two men. "Your brother is so cute!"

Itsuko turned to her friend, whispering back her reply. "What? Of course he is. He's not my brother for no reason." She gloated.

"And your uncle is so hot!" Another girl murmured.

"This is so not fair, neither of my uncle or brothers are that cute." A third girl chimed in.

"Well duh, they're my family, of course they are!" Itsuko somewhat shouted.

"Did you say something Itsuko?" Hajime yelled at the group.

Itsuko flayed her arms in shock. "Nothing Hajime-Nii-chan!" She shouted back. "And stop listening to my conversation!"

Hajime shrugged his shoulder and went back to cooking.

"Guys, don't be too loud, or else they'll hear us." Her voice was lowered.

The tiny group returned to their talk about the two guys. It went on until Haruna, the smallest of the group, brought out an interesting idea to the group.

"Hey you guys, if they were together, who do you think would be the seme?" The perverse little girl asked. Judging by the book she was holding 'The Forbidden Adventures of Aren and Yuki' she was a rather avid yoai reader.

The girls burst into giggles and chorus of 'ohs' and 'eeps'.

"Haruna!" Itsuko blushed. This was her brother and uncle they were talking about.

"Oh Itsuko, let us have some fun!" The fifth girl stuck her tongue out at Itsuko."

Itsuko pouted, giving in to the peer pressure. "You guys are so perverted. But of course my uncle would be a seme. But so would my brother!"

"Yeah! But Itsuko!" Haruna challenged. "Between them, who do you think would be the uke?"

The girls were engaging in a rather heated argument.

"Obviously your uncle would be the seme because he's older and bigger." Haruna giggled at the dirty, underlying meaning one of the girls said. "And your brother would be the uke!"

Itsuko had to admit, that did make sense. But hey, what did she know? She was only thirteen.

"Whatever, you guys are still perverts to the extreme!"

"Itsuko." She jumped in the air, her heart practically beating out of her chest.

"Hajime-Nii-Chan! Don't do that!" She screamed, huffing slightly.

Hajime rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Dinners cooked, you know where the plates are. I know you don't have school tomorrow, but that doesn't mean you can stay up all night you hear me? It's almost nine, I don't want to come out here and see you guys up after two."

Itsuko nodded. "Of course!"

"Alright, and don't even think about bothering your brother tonight, he's going to be helping me with something. You guys stay down here okay? Unless the house is on fire or there's a serial killer in the living room, I expect you to stay down here okay?"

Itsuko frowned, but agreed otherwise. "Fine."

Hajime smiled and ruffled her hair, receiving a rather disdainful growl.

He was soon gone, followed by Deidara.

Itsuko turned to her friends to see them red and giggling. She blushed, realizing what they were thinking about. "You guys are so perverted!"

"Sasori, I need to talk with you." Sasori looked up to see his grandmother on his doorway. She was tapping her feet impatiently. He slipped the pages he was working on his desk under another piece of blank paper, a rather obvious attempt to hide his work. She didn't wait for his invitation as she walked into the room.

"What do you want?" He asked coldly. He saw a very visible look of pain cross her face, as if his words physically injured her. He could care less.

"I thought I told you I wanted you to be there so I could introduce you to-"

"I thought I told you a million times I don't want to meet some rich, paper cut bitch. I'm not going to marry any of them Chiyo."

"Not marry Sasori, just meet-"She tried to explain herself to her grandson, but he only retaliated back.

"I'm not going to. I told you before. Besides, Gaara is a better candidate than me."

"Sasori!" She snapped. If there was anything Chiyo couldn't handle, it was disrespect; especially when it came towards her. Her grandson may have been an exception, but she still hated it. "Stop treating me and your family like crap!" She was frustrated. Her grandson was always like this.

"Family?" Sasori stood up, knocking the chair down as he did. "What family?" He walked over to her.

Chiyo stepped back, his anger making her flinch. "S-stop it Sasori!" She yelled.

He stopped just before her. "Or what?" He growled, his voice strong yet barely audible.

"I-I-" She stammered. She looked away from her grandson's intense gaze. Her eyes landed on a picture on Sasori's desk. "I'll take away Hiroko." She stated matter-of-factly, feeling quiet proud of herself that she thought of such a thing.

Bad idea.

Sasori's fist came hurtling at her. She screamed and clenched her eyes shut. She felt a sharp pang of wind slap her on the face, but otherwise, no pain came her way.

She opened her eyes only to widen them more as she spotted Sasori's arm a few inches from her face. His punch was just a few inches from missing the wall and hitting her face instead. She gulped as he looked down at her. His eyes were filled with fury, his face contorted with great dismay.

"Don't you dare touch Hiroko with your dirty little fingers." He scorned. "Or else…" He threatened.

Chiyo gulped and backed away from him, heading towards the doors. "I-I, I just want to."

Sasori slammed the door at her face.

"Dammit." He muttered, cupping his bruised fist. "That hurts."

"This, go change into this and come back. Just, just change in my bathroom."

Deidara did as he was told. He staggered over towards the bed to pick up the bag. He grabbed the bag and entered his uncle's bathroom. He walked in and locked the door. The tiny click did little to calm his nerves.

The bathroom was large and spacious; it was roughly a quarter of Deidara's room. The counters were large enough to possibly hold two people lying down, as well as the large jet tub.

He dropped the bag at the counter and took off his glasses.

He splashed some ice cold water at his face; his everything was still shaking. Nothing changed.

Out of sudden whim, he turned on the hot water. He let out a soft moan as the liquid poured down on his hands. It felt so nice, so warm and comforting. He wanted to stay here, inside the locked room. He was perfectly content with the size and the hot water seemed more welcoming by the second. He didn't want to go back, not out there.

But if he didn't, well, if wasn't even a factor.

He quickly stripped down to his underwear and poured out the contents from the bag. His face flushed with embarrassment as he picked up the articles. And there was something else.

The pieces of fabric were, they were… He couldn't find words to describe his reaction.

A heavy knocked on the door pulled him to reality. Reality. This was his reality.

"I-I'm coming un…" Without a second later, he dropped his underwear and slipped on the ones that came in the bag. He blushed, feeling dirty and disgusted with himself. The laces were soft, but they weren't for Deidara. He was a man for god's sake! They bunched his manhood, the fabric squeezing them tight.

A long navy blue skirt came on after; it reached a bit above his knees, hovering around a centimeter or so. A sailor styled blouse covered his upper half. He seethed as he bent down to slip on some white socks.

He dreaded the next part; two blue hair ties laid innocently on the counter, still new and fresh in their little packaging. He knew better than to skip a part, no matter how small it seemed.

Deidara didn't dare look at himself as he slipped his glasses back on. He felt utterly repulsed with himself.

He threw his clothes in the bag and unlocked the door. In a rather slow but steady pace, he exited the bathroom and placed the bag down. His uncle was sitting on his bed, his back turned to him. He reminded Deidara of a statue, cold and unmoving. It was harder to tell due to the dim lights.

"I-I'm done un…" He wished the older man didn't hear him, but he did. Hajime stood up and walked over to him. He stood just inches away from him, his hand reaching out for Deidara's face; the boy clenched his eyes, preparing himself for the worst to begin. He grimaced as he recognized the all too familiar scent of alcohol. It was faint, but it was there.

Deidara flinched as the hand touched him. No pain came his way. Instead, he felt his glasses being lifted off his face.

He opened his eyes, a large majority of his brain telling him not to. Not that it made any difference. He could barely make out his uncle's figure with his glasses; without them, he couldn't see shit. He jolted when he felt cool arms wrapped themselves around him. They were large and strong, unlike his. Deidara couldn't help but notice the difference between them. This was his cage.

He clenched his eyes wishing nothing but evil to this man he held him tighter. He wanted to break free. This man, no, this devil, was the cause of this, this everything! This was the evil man who made him suffer, who hurt him, who humiliated him. He tried to move his arms, though it did nothing against the latter.

"Don't. Please, please just let me stay like this for a while." His voice was trembling. Deidara stopped moving. Hajime's voice was so weak, so broken. Just like his.

Deidara brought his shaking arms up. This man, his uncle, he, he couldn't truly be evil. Right? This was his uncle. Maybe everything up till now was just a mistake. Maybe his uncle was just confuse. With a second of hesitation, he wrapped his skinny arms around him. He felt the man stiffen in his hold and then relaxed.

"Yumiko..." Hajime murmured under his breath. Deidara could feel tears running down the older man's face; his face was getting moist with a bit of sweat and tears. It was hot. He could feel sweat building under his bangs as well. Deidara's shirt was starting to get wet.

"Yumiko." He held the man closer.

"Yumiko." He clenched the man to his body.

"Yumiko." He looked up to see himself in the mirror. The man in his arms was so small, trembling like a tiny animal. He wasn't sure how, but he saw something drip down his face on his reflection. A tear?

"Yumiko." But he shouldn't be crying.

"Yumiko." Why was there a tear?

"Yumiko." Hajime's voice was broken and distraught.

Deidara only had one thought in his mind as Hajime repeated the name. Mom….

Thank you for reading this chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed this.

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Author Random Rant-

I just wanted to mention something- I read the infamous FSOG and omg, I think I died a little. It's bad enough it was a twilight fanfic, but really? How the hell did this POS get publish? Someone please explain this shit to me. It makes me feel a bit ashamed because many people are now thinking that other fanfiction are just like that. I mean, I'm not the best writer, but I use a variety of words and actually have different stuff in my fanfics, and man, this is just frustrating me. The story sucked, the characters are one-dimensional and the bdsm, which is the 'hype' part of the book, was lame and boring. I could write a better bdsm and love story than that book. End of rant… for now.

Ps- I just wanted to say, if you're like me and hate the book (or whatever other stories are out there) at least read the story before saying you hate it and it sucks. It's like saying you hate cake before even trying it, don't be that tool that does that because although I hate the book too, there are tools that will flame just to flame.

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