Prisoner

Summary: Sasori is a prisoner in a prison for a crime he didn't do. Deprived of freedom, he is persecuted and is forced into a working camp. There on the other side of the barrier fence he falls in love with a certain blond who has a little secret of his own. Can their love survive through the help of paper airplane letters? Or will it be too late?

AN1: This is a sasodei story written for the vocaloid songs Prisoner (Len Kagamine) and Paper Airplane (Rin Kagamine). Great ballads in my opinion.

AN2: The songs are supposedly being taken place in the time of the holocaust. This explains the camps and methods.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sasori or Deidara, they belong to Naruto and I don't own "Prisoner" or "Paper Airplane".

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Sasori was thrown back into his cell. It was the same each day: the guards come around with their loud voices awaking everyone at the crack of dawn, then they force us into working for 9 hours of hard labor, and at the end of the day, if your still alive that is, they throw you forcefully back into your cell with only a piece of dry bread as dinner. Sometimes the other prisoners would trade their dinners with the others for clothing as an attempt to get warm; they starved to death that way not knowing the nice warmth of a thick blanket.

Sasori, even though he was very young, knew better than to do such idiotic things. Although he was thinner and weaker than when he first came to the camps, he knew better than to trade his most precious things for something like warmth. He was used to far worse things than cold, and besides, cold never really got to him that much.

He lay down on his hard bed and cuddled up to his pillow. He never made friends with the other childish brats that also lived here; all they truly did was just annoy him with their complaining. One time he just flat out told a boy about his age that was asking for his bread in exchange for warmth "We all have to deal with this hell, hang on to what you have or you'll die brat." He nodded in understandment and it looked like he was determined to live for as long as he could in here, but a week later they took him to the smoke houses never to be seen or heard from again.

"It's not liked I could've helped him. I can't do anything in here, I'm weak from starvation, what could I've done?" Sasori asked himself before falling asleep. "Nothing" he muttered as sleep crept up on him.

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"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE BRATS! YOU'RE WASTING DAWNS DAYLIGHT. WAKE UP!" The guard's voice rang through the halls of cells.

Sasori was instantly alert and as soon as his cell was opened he was outside in a matter of seconds. The thing was you formed a line to get the supplies you needed to do a random daily chore. Sasori found out that if you were some of the firsts in line, you got a much easier chore, and those in back got the heavier, much more difficult chore. That is why when Sasori woke up, and not caring about anything, sleep, hunger, or coldness, he was always first in line. He hurried out as fast as he could and greeted the general who handed out chores.

"Skipping breakfast to get right to work again Sasori? It seems you follow our motto of work is more important than life, ha ha!" he laughed and handed him a rake.

He just scowled while the guard wasn't looking and headed to the fields to start working. He started working and started sweating as the sun started to rise. No one else was in the fields today making Sasori's job much longer in tedious. He started working towards the barrier fence and stopped to look onto the vast fields before him. The tall grass swishing in the small breeze, the blue flowers standing up boldly to the sunlight, it all gave a saddening feeling to his heart.

'I admit it is beautiful, but I'm only seeing it from the other side of the fence. It's not the same.' He thought sadly to himself.

Suddenly a figure coming over the beyond hills appeared. This person had long blond covering one eye, and sparkling blue eyes. Although he had his feminine looks, he instantly recognized him as a man about his age. He wore black almost skin tight pants and a black plain shirt. Then he looked upon him with a pained expression on his face, and then reached into one of his tan bags he kept around his waist.

"Here, take this. I don't need it. You have it un." Is all he said before handing me through the wired fence a thick ham sandwich with cheddar cheese, fresh lettuce, and mayonnaise.

The red head gasped, only in his dreams had he seen this in a long time. "My God," he whispered then looked up at the blond man, "you practically saved my life. Thank you. What is your name?"

"Deidara un. What's yours?" he asked smiling.

"SASORI! GET BACK TO WORK YOU LAZY BRAT!" a guard yelled at him from across the yard.

"Damn it. I hate this hell. Barely anything to eat and no warmth, people here are killed every day." Sasori told Deidara.

"I am so sorry to hear that Sasori no Danna un." Deidara said with sincerity.

"Sasori no Danna?" he asked.

"It's my way of showing high respect for someone. I only call a few people Danna. And you're not like the other prisoners here that my father talks about. You're kind, grateful, and, if you don't mind me saying, very beautiful for someone who is in a hell like that un." Deidara explained.

"Oh…thank you." he said blushing and turning his head a ways. A warm feeling welled up in his stomach and he smiled. He looked at Deidara's smiling face and a kindness grew in his brown eyes and he felt as if he was not separate by a fence, but was free and equal.

"SASORI! I'M GOING TO COUNT TO 3 AND IF YOU'RE NOT BACK TO WORK BY THEN, THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY!" the guard screamed.

"I should go; I don't want you to get hurt because of me here talking to you un." Deidara said. "Goodbye Sasori no Danna."

"Wait, please come back tomorrow! I want to see you again." he said hurriedly.

"EINS!" the guard yelled.

"Same time un?" Deidara asked.

"Same place. Write a letter and fold it into a paper airplane so we don't get caught talking." he said.

"ZWEI!" The guard said more menacingly.

"Goodbye Deidara. Until tomorrow." he whispered "And thank you."

"Until tomorrow Sasori no Danna you're welcome un." Deidara whispered back.

With that said Deidara ran through the field of tall grass and blue flowers. Then he instantly went back to work and the guard stopped counting. All the times he was working on the field, he stopped every few seconds to look where Deidara ran off to and smiled. Every time he thought of the blond, a warm feeling dwelled up in his stomach and he felt warm and blushed to himself. This was the first time he was excited to get to work tomorrow.