Disclaimer: If I owned naruto it would be called 'akatsuki heirem chronicles' with Konan as their kinky, leather clad leader.
This is my first fanfic, so please be kind. I love constructive crits, so dont be shy and give me a few pointers, okay?
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The halls were black. It wasnt a calm darkness, not like a cosy bedroom with plush, thick quilts and comforts of a grand scale. No. It was an eerie darkness. Menacing and cold, its claws lashed out towards the boys pale skin, calling him closer. The whispered words only the blonde could hear echoed out from the abyss that seemed to envelope his body. His hands shook, the delicate white china rattling on the tray he gripped so tightly with bare white knuckles. The dark was scary; that was one thing he was certain about, even if the rest of his life was a blur. The darkness wanted him, but he was too afraid to enter - and too afraid to flee.
"Oi, blondie!"
The suddeness of the voice caused a the teen to jump and the china fell, shattering on the varnished wooden floor beneath his bare feet. He winced, a piece of the teapot breaking the skin, yet he did not complain. In an instant he was apologising, knelt on the floor collecting the scattered remaints of the antique teapot with his long golden locks falling over his lifeless eyes. The names the man called him were unheard. He was far too used to hearing the angry cries of 'stupid fucking klutz' and 'should never have let you stay here, ungrateful bastard'. The words were meaningless to him.
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"Fucking brat smashed the good china. Its the forth time this week that he's done something like this. Honestly, sometimes I just want to kick the son of a bitch out and leave him to starve."
Sasuke didnt wince. His father always complained about Deidara, the servant boy they had allowed into their household a few years back. 'Servant'. Sasuke sighed. 'More like slave'. He glanced towards his parents from across the table. His brother, Itachi, said nothing as his father ranted, yet Sasuke could see he was bothered by it. The raven haired boy didnt know why Itachi felt so sorry for the blonde, but it didnt matter. Even if he loved the boy, or something ridiculous like that, Itachi would never go against their father for fear of loosing out on the inheiritance of their estate. 'Selfish bastard' were the only words Sasuke could think of to describe his older sibling.
The door behind him creaked and he swiveled his head around swiftly in time to catch the blonde trudging across the room with a second teapot and mugs in hand upon a silver tray. The teapot was not as beautiful as the broken one but Sasuke didnt see what all the fuss was about. His mother, on the otherhand, gasped and muttered something under her breath which sounded oddly like 'i'll get the guards to teach him a lesson later tonight'. Of corse, Itachi didnt bat an eyelid. Infact, he ignored Deidara altogther.
The reason his parents were so on edge was because a wealthy familiy of similar estate to the Uchiha's was visiting. Something about an arranged marriage, or some shit like that. Sasuke wasn't too interested. It was his brothers funeral, not his. The Sabaku's were probably the only family that could rival the Uchiha's in money and class. Of corse they would want their eldest daughter to marry the eldest son of the Uchiha clan. Tonight was their first meeting, but Itachi knew that even if he detested the girl he didnt realy have a choice at all. The eldest sibling glanced at the back of Deidara's head as his ponytail swang through the doorway and back out into the hallway. Tonight was going to be torture.
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Deidara sighed as he closed the door lightly behind him. Itachi wouldnt even look at him anymore. It hurt him, yet at the same time he decided it was for the best. Itachi was soon to meet his future wife. It would be so much easier for them both this way.
The door bell chimed sweetly and the blonde groaned. Guests always made him uneasy. They always looked down upon him like some sort of insect, it drove him mad. 'Stupid rich bastards think they're better than everyone else', he thought bitterly, making his way to the door. Reaching out and clasping the handle, the teen tugged it open and bowed deeply for the Sabaku's before eyeing them each in turn as they ignored him and stepped inside.
The first was a tall dark haired man and an elderly woman. Deidara had overheard the Uchiha's once talking about the Sabaku's; the wife had passed away during the last childs birth and the three children were cared for by their extremly rich father and countless maids. The woman, though, was a surprise. Probably a grandmother of the Sabaku children. After them came a tall teenager, around Deidara's age, probably. He had the same stern face and dark brown hair as his father. There was nothing unusual about him - no distinct features, so Deidara eyed the girl besides him instead.
She was just as tall as her brother but there was nothing dull about her. She had wild teal green eyes and a mane of beautiful golden hair cascading down her shoulders. It was messy, yet she suited it; it made her look feral, like a tigress awaiting the kill. Her face was just as stern as her fathers, yet her full lips and pale face made her look fierce rather than ugly. The curvy feline ignored Deidara completly as the others did - but that was no surprise. She was followed by a much shorter person - Deidara guessed it was the youngest brother - who was just as beautiful as his sister, yet the same green eyes looked cold, not passionate. His hair was un unusual red hue yet it appeared dull and lifeless. Deidara smirked a little. This family suited the Uchiha sons just fine. They could all be manic depressives together.
Deidara was ready to close the door behind them when an unexpected sillohette cut the light in half between the doorframe and the hallway. Blinking, surprised - was he wrong, were there three sons and a daughter? - Deidara eyed the person carefully. He looked a little younger than himself, though older than the red headed boy - he had the same shade of crimson hair as the youngest teen yet instead of being a stoic, monotonous mass, it was lively. His mess of red hair looked just as described - a mess. The tendrils were slightly curled and each and every ribbon of hair pointed in its own random direction. It curved down over his face and framed his ivory pale skin perfectly. And his eyes - Deidara froze, unable to look at anything more about the person - his brown grey eyes were bright yet somehow bored and framed with thick lashes. The blonde watched as the beauty took a quick glance around the hallway before laying his eyes upon the very same slave boy who was staring at him. Their eyes met. Deidara's bright blue orbs widened a little as the person lightly smiled, his boredom seeming to evaporate.
"Hi."
Deidara was stunned into silence. The redhead was called away from the door and left the blonde as his hand slipped away from the brass knob. "Hi." The words echoed in his mind. "Hi." The simple gesture had silenced him. "Hi". He didnt understand it. What was going on?
Deidara had been treated like a human.
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