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He couldn't take it any more. Hidan didn't actually care about what happened. He was weirdly happy and talkative, even daring to poke fun of Deidara because he was too afraid to speak in his presence. Sasori wanted to rip the bastard to pieces. He knew what true pain felt like, and hated to see Deidara feeling it as well. Why? He had no idea. Something inside him longed to keep the innocent kid safe and make him feel loved. Perhaps this is what people who had children felt like. The need to keep someone away from harm. It wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to have emotions. But Hidan would still have to pay.

Sasori walked into the corridor of rooms. He nocked on Hidan's door. Something shuffled inside and the door opened. The very sight of Hidan repulsed him.

"Hidan. I need to talk to you. Come outside."

Hidan yawned and loped behind Sasori, and wondered why the puppeteer reufsed o look at him. Probably a Deidara thing. Nobody else really cared, they were just shocked and treated him differently, but Sasori treated him with utter contempt. They stood outside in the clearing. Sasori glared at him.

"So what did you bring me out here for?" Hidan asked.

Sasori's hand shot out and threads shot out of his fingers, wrappping themselves around Hidan's neck. Hidan was lifted into the air slowly.

"What the fuck are you.!." He choked as the threads tightened.

"I'm going to speak."

Hidan smirked painfully. Sasori noticed. He was mocking him.

"You bastard!" Sasori yelled, letting out his pent up anger as Hidan slammed into the ground and was lifted into the air again by the string. "Did you even think about what you did?!" Another huge crash sounded. "He's only SEVENTEEN and you go of and fucking RAPE HIM!" Hidan struggled against the ever increasing bonds tightening around his body. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HE FELT? DO YOU?!" Some members had gathered by the window to watch. "PAIN, YOU FUCKER! THAT'S WHAT HE FELT! HE'S AFRAID TO FUCKING LOOK AT YOU!" Sasori took a deep breath, his face contorted into a grimace of rage. He crushed Hidan into the ground again. "Don't you EVER DARE TO COME NEAR HIM AGAIN, YOU FUCKING RAPIST!"

The strings of chakra began to cut through Hidan's skin, slicing him apart. He yelled in agony.

"IT SERVES YOU RIGHT, FUCKER! NOW YOU FEEL HIS PAIN, DON'T YOU!"

Hidan's head fell onto the grass, wheezing and coughing as the rest of his body fell around him. Sasori marched off, regaining his calm demeanour almost instantly. The members around the window backed off as he came near. None of them wanted to be in Sasori's range of movement right now. Kakuzu gathered up Hidan and began to sew him back up, slowly, almost as if to cause him even more pain.

"You know, Hidan" he said,"I always knew you were a bastard, but to drive Sasori into such a state, you must have done something unforgivable.."

Hidan clamped his mouth shut. He was in too much pain to speak at the moment.



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Deidara sat on the floor by the couch. Did his Danna really hate Hidan-sama that much because of what he had done? Sasori opened the door and walked in, dropping down on the couch. He had a strange smile upon his face. It looked sad, but then again, Sasori no Danna always looked sad.

"Deidara?"

He looked up.

"Will you let me see your wounds?"

This was a question his Danna asked him every day. Deidara never thought he really cared. Now he thought differently. He took off his shirt, wincing as it touched the still open gashes on his stomach. Sasori held back a gasp. No emotion, he repeated to himself. No emotion. No emotion. he gently started to feel the smaller cuts, learning how deep they were, if they needed to be sewn up, tracing their outline, engraving their feel into his mind. Deidara bit his lip as sasori moved down oto the deeper wounds on his chest. He knew that he was trying to be as gentle as possible, his long spidery fingers tracing the raised outline of one of the gashes on his stomach. Deidara winced when he put some pressure on it. Sasori withdrew his hand instantly, frowning. these cuts were pretty deep. They hit nerve endings. That slowed down the healing process hugely. The ones on his stomach would have to be tended to first. They needed to be sewn up.

"This may hurt."

A thin thread flowed out of Sasori's finger. He had never done this before, but it was worth a shot. He began to thread the string through Deidara's skin as if he were sewing.

It hurt, but the wounds were disappearing almost instantly. sasori was now meshing togethers the smaller cuts, until at last he finished off the last one. He breathed out.

"I'm tired."

Deidara looked at himself. Nothing remained to show what had happened to him. Sasori struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Thank you, Sasori no Danna."

Sasori struggled to get up, but couldn't. This had drained away most of his energy. He let his head drop onto the soft pillow, closing his eyes.

Deidara couldn't help watching his Danna sleep. He was always so controlled, but now...

He looked so beautiful when he slept.



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>:} Hor hor hor. Hidan got pwned!