Pain was just about the only thing that was going throughout the blonde’s system, both emotionally along with physical. Never since he became a ninja has he been caught by anyone, and now he was being held by a group of ANBU but for once this wasn’t just his fault. For once his partner was to blame too. As surprising as it was, the Akasuna was also to blame for Deidara’s capture. But mostly it was the blondes; Deidara couldn’t take the thought of these bastards ripping his Danna into pieces in front of him. Instead he shoved the other off a cliff and got caught, after all it was better that one was caught than both of them.
That had been almost two days ago, and by now nearly every inch of his skin was either bleeding or turning into a sickening black-blue color. Somehow though a grin manages to stay on his face, even if he was killed there was one thing he could and would look forward to. Sasori wouldn’t be in harm’s way.  Perhaps this was to say he was sorry for all of the meaningless arguments about art or maybe even to tell the red head that he didn’t mean to upset him as much as he did. Or maybe… It was because he cares deeply about his master… The more he thought about it, the more he realizes that it seems like the red haired puppet master has so much control over him. Pondering this though was making him more and more tired, so instead he decides to drop it.
Infection and fever was setting into his wounds while the elite ninjas attempt to come up with a way to make the bomber crack. But Deidara knew the way they work, for he once was a part of those bastards that spent up to a month breaking someone. Another advantage was that his taller partner wasn’t here to be put in the course of these ‘sessions’ as they were called. For right now the Iwagakure nins weren’t sure what to do, seeing as the blonde was once one of their own therefore knowing everything in the book. “Heh… Good luck figuring out how to make me break, un. In case you can’t tell I’m already insane…” He mumbles softly, eyes blindly looking around the stone room, hands moving slightly causing the chains to rattle nosily. “Sleep sounds really good right about now…” Slowly shutting his eyes, the male falls into a painful and dreamless slumber.
“God dammit he should know that I can’t feel pain so why the hell did he push me?!” Oh the red head was pissed, how dare his partner shove him over that cliff. He did manage to unwind his stomach cord just in time to keep his small figure from crashing into a rushing river below. It took nearly half a day to reach the top of the cliff due to there being slim to none foot holes to cling onto and most were made by his cable blade. Plus the drop he went through was nearly one hundred feet so it took quite a while to reach the top.
The mission was so easy, never did Sasori dream it would turn out this disastrous and his counter-part was probably being put through the torment of hell right at this moment. However the problem was that the grey orbed male never once went to this village, leaving it a race against time when it came to finding his friend. Deidara wouldn’t dare tell the ANBU anything about the Akatsuki which meant that he would be disposed of sooner than most.  Along with the fact that the blonde knew all of their ways to get him to talk which meant that time was not in favor of him, majorly. “I wish you would have let them take me instead… At least then it would take them sometime to figure out what I really am.” It was rather irritating, here was Akasuna no Sasori, puppet master who brought fear to just about anyone. That’s one of the main things that keep him going, power over someone. His blonde partner may be human but the grey orbed male was the one who makes sure he maintains his place. “Don’t you dare die on me Deidara, if you do I will never forgive you.”
“You know full at well that your friend is dead right? In case you can’t remember there’s a freezing river right below that cliff. Way to go, you just killed your friend, aren’t you proud of yourself?” The once sparkling blue eyes of the blonde were now a dull color with the remains of a grin still on his lips as he stares silently in front of him. It was so amusing to hear these bastards attempting to use one of the tactics he came up with himself; number thirty-six; drown the prisoner in some kind of guilt that would cause them to crack. He knew this game well, often taunting whoever was sent into his own torture chamber, when they would break he would laugh joyfully. Even right now he was silently laughing, since his knowledge was so much more up to date than theirs. Sasori was alive, he knew that because that fall could not kill him, and to comfort him even more the water didn’t matter.
Deidara finds himself laughing hysterically, obviously terrifying the male who was fresh to this job, probably never seen someone as insane as him before. The other ninjas left the two of them alone to see what this newbie could do. God was Deidara going to make sure he suffers, most likely going to see how much it would take to bring everything in this male’s life down. “Oh this is so entertaining; you have no idea how much you’re repeating my exact words from when I had my own chamber to fracture down minds, un!” Louder laughing could be heard throughout the stone room as the blonde’s eyes become dark with a murderous glint. “You have no idea what territory you have stepped into have you kid? Get out while you still can, unless of course you want to end up like me. This job will cause your mind to go insane from everything these prisoners say. Want to know why, un? Nearly everything that is spoken from them is true, those bastards are smart and know the horrible things that can and will happen.” For a minute the other stares at the young male for a few minutes until a large grin cracks his bloody lips and swollen face. “Let me tell you something…”
The red head blinks at the sound of sudden screaming coming from below the ground he was standing on, instantly signaling one thing. His blonde friend was most likely down there… Manic laughter could be heard this time causing a scoff from the male above the ground. “Even when he’s chained up and probably being killed slowly he can still laugh at others pain.”
“It’s not true; I know it’s not true she would never do that, NEVER! Do you fucking here me?! She’s my wife!” Unknown to the boy who was slowly cracking, the blonde was using one of his favorite techniques for making someone lose all possible sanity. It was such a simple thing really, so effortless to make one doubt their own beliefs, doubt their ‘deep knowledge’ of everyone they care about. All that was said was a few words about the boy’s wife cheating on him because of his hazardous work, long hours plus the need to sleep chopping every minute he could be spending with her for his own needs.
Smirking happily the blonde continues to degrade his new ‘friends’ mind, hoping that his master would hurry the hell up. After this male was insane, he would be killed by either this poor boy or the ANBU waiting around the prison. “But when you do go home where is she, un? Huh? I bet you go to your sweet little house to find nobody in your blankets. No warmth that you desperately need, so you wait. You wait for hours upon hours until at last she comes home, not from work. No from the other part of town, un. Am I correct?”
By now the black haired boy was on his knees, glassy eyes staring into the distraught orb of his once prey, the poison spreading throughout his brain. “B-But she always says that she’s with a friend…S-She can’t no… NO! STOP LYING TO ME! You don’t know a damn thing, you don’t! YOU DON’T YOU BASTARD!”
Suddenly there was a sharp pain felt in his stomach causing a cry and his eye to snap to the metal glinting in his shirt which was turning scarlet.  A low growl comes from the bound male who slowly looks up at the dagger wielder. “Striking me isn’t going to change the fact she’s no longer in love with you, it isn’t going to change the fact that she’s almost certainly with her new lover, un.” More sobs come from the slightly older boy, realizing that no matter what he did it wouldn’t change anything. His wife left him all because he needs to make money to keep something on the table. Sluggishly the blade was no longer stuck inside the blonde. Instead it was founds its way across the jugular vein of its master. A sputtering noise is heard as the no longer confident eyes begin to cloud over with death as he takes his last breath and dies on the cold stone floor.
A soft sigh comes from the blonde as he stares in annoyance at the body, it was saddening that he could so easily cause a good male to become untrusting toward the one he so loves. “This is way too easy and Danna where the HELL ARE YOU?!”
Unexpectedly the door to the death compartment came off its hinges and in steps the one person he wants to see. “Hey Sasori no Danna! I was worried that you couldn’t find me or something! Do you mind getting me out of here please, un…?” The red haired male was completely covered in blood; it was even dripping off his crimson locks and onto his already bloody face.
However it seems that Sasori didn’t plan on that happening just yet because a slap was given to the already in pain male causing a sharp cry. “What the hell were you thinking?! They can easily kill you since you know everything and anything about this damn place! AND WHY DID YOU PUSH ME?!” The taller male was in complete rage, eyes blazing in anger that the one who he cared most about would be so damn reckless. Anonymously the angry male was mad not only because of the push but also because of the fact the blonde stepped way out of line, not following his orders. Honestly he wouldn’t mind as much if it hadn’t been for the small fact that he nearly got himself killed. True, this bomber was a rebel, but somehow the puppet master was able to in a sense tame this male though sometimes he did slip away from his strings from time to time.
For once the sun-kissed blonde went serious, orbs staring directly into his master’s without a single blink. “Simple Sasori-danna. If you would have been caught with me, I really would have spilt out every kind of information about the Akatsuki, un. That’s because I couldn’t bear to watch you be pulled apart and so I made my decision. It was a good one you have to admit though, for the most part I’m fine other than the pain and plus the only thing I did was make that guy over there go insane. Along with yelling ‘Art’s a bang’ a lot too, un.”
Shock runs throughout the standing boy’s system as he stares silently at the person who got a hold of his heart. So this was for a ‘noble’ reason… Perhaps he could forgive the azure eyed male, however first of course he should treat those wounds and make sure he didn’t die before anything. “Alright. For now you’re not forgiven. I have to make sure you don’t die first before I do anything with forgiving and such.” Once said the male gently pries open the shackles on each wrist then picks up the blonde as carefully as he can.
Grinning tiredly up at his master the blonde manages to mumble, “You might be the puppet… But you’re the one who controls the human, un. It’s odd how that works out, huh…?” With that mumble the blonde goes into unconsciousness, a true smile gracing his lips causing a very slow but nonetheless lip curve from the puppet.
“So it seems brat… So it seems…”