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Deidara Grounded	By : seraserastuff Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, this is a fan-made story, no profit made

Chapter List
- 1-Grounded
- 2-Confusion
- 3-hurt
- 4-Turn
- 5-Death
- 6-Restored
- 7-Memory
- 8-Truth
- 9-Time
- 10-Desire
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My first ever fanfiction in 8 years! (I know...) would really love some constructive criticism, so if you have any go ahead!
Anyway, there are not enough fics about Deidara being all vulnerable and taken captive. So I wrote this! I just really, really like that kind of thing.................*is a pervert* Oh wells.
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Deidara balanced on the branch and leaned against the base of the tree, heart pounding in his ears. He grit his teeth around the kunai in his mouth as he thought the best way to kill those bastards, as soon as he had his arms back!
They would run for their lives, he'd show them his art and scatter them one thousand different ways, the light from the blast would bleach the sky and turn night into day, would...ah...
No...
Deidara suddenly began to feel very light-headed. The right-side of his torso was sticky and warm with blood that was beginning to cake. More blood continued to stream steadily from where his arm had...what exactly had happened to it?
That strange, terrible jutsu. Pierced his arm away.
The sharingan user hadn't even touched him; and he could do THAT!
It continued to bleed, and it was all he could do was stand dumbly and watch the blood drip from his tattered sleeve.
Shit, shit, he couldn't even bandage this shit. There had been no opportunity with Kakuzu to reattach his other arm, Sasori had used some simple first-aid and jutsu's for him on the stump after they left the Sand country. He hadn't planned on losing the other one too.
He was getting chills...was he going to faint?
Oh that would be just fucking perfect wouldn't it? the icing on the cake!
What would the others say if he was captured by the enemy because he fucking fainted! He could hear Hidan's mocking voice already, "Awww, Dei-chan, caught in a swoon were you?", and Itachi...that arrogant bastard, he couldn't look weak in front of him, not again, not when he's stronger than him now, not weaker! He could beat Itachi anytime he wanted now, yeah, he just didn't want to yet, he wanted it to be the perfect masterpiece...
What he wouldn't give for one one of his creations to just fly out of here.
"THERE!" he heard that damn byakugan boy shouting. Well, shit. he had no time to be thinking about this crap. They were nearly on him!
"Don't let him get away!"
He launched forward, jumping away to another branch... he thought he would reach it for a moment, but then his strength to completely left him...
Everything went black.
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"Is he dead?"
"No, look he's breathing."
"...he passed out.."
"..quick, hold him.."
"Guys, he's pretending I'm sure! Let's stay back.."
"What? The guys got no arms! What's he gonna do to us anyway..."
Deidara stirred, he must have only been passed out for only a few moments. He tasted blood in his mouth, and more blood came from his nose where he had slammed into the ground. Face in the grass, his hair around him like a curtain, he couldn't see a thing. There were sharp pains shooting through his chest and his body was covered in a layer cold sweat, was it fear? They had already managed to kill Master Sasori, so he knew they weren't weak. That one with the mangekyo sharingan was a force to reckon with, and they were enraged with him for killing that jinchuriki; what was with that anyway? Most of the people he'd encountered thought they were being done a favour when they took the cursed ones away! No other jinchuriki had had people try to save them before.
He heard several pairs of feet stepping cautiously (ha, they were still afraid of him - even in this condition!) through the grass and leaves towards him. Deidara realised he wouldn't be able to run away this time. He had lost too much blood was so exhausted; he could barely even turn his head to the side and open his eyes let alone attack the bastards. There was clay in his pouch but he couldn't use it, even pick up without hands. He tried to think of a plan to get away, anything, anything...
"He's awake!"
A foot slammed down harshly on the back of his neck. Oh god ouch.
"Hey, hey un, that hurts" he murmured quietly around the kunai, still somehow in his mouth, he had meant it as a shout, but it was barely audible, the offending foot ground down on his neck even harder and he began choking hoarsely; he'd been winded too when he fell damn it.
"Steady there Gai, he's not going anywhere".
He felt weight on his legs as they were pinned behind him.
"Don't let him escape, Lee, Neji."
"Yes sensei!"
"Right."
"You won't be flying away from this one."
That masked one, the one with the mangkeyo sharingan! knelt in front of him and lifted his dishevelled hair (now full of twigs and dirt) from his face to look him in the eye. Deidara squinted in the light at first, but then met the masked ones eyes evenly. At least the bastard was covering his sharingan now, he didn't want to have to look at that shit on top of everything.
"You've been brought back down to our level now. That was some chase you lead us on, but you've been grounded," said the sharingan bastard matter-of-factly. 'Grounded'? was that supposed to be funny? that was crap... "You are under arrest, we're taking you back to Konoha prison for questioning. It would really be easier on both you and us if you didn't resist, so i'm warning you now to co-operate..."
He reached out and took a firm hold on the kunai in Deidara's mouth. Unnn, his teeth ached and bled he really wanted to shout at these guys.
"Just yank it from him, Kakashi." another voice said. But Kakashi slowly pulled on the kunai, waiting for him to let go. What good is it now anyway? he thought. He'll just get these guys later on...yeah. He released the kunai and licked the blood around his lips, glaring at Kakashi.
"Good boy,"
Good boy? Patronising fucker! He was nationally wanted and feared terrorist, a murderer! He was not a kid...were they going to treat him like one too? Kakashi stood up. Deidara hissed, this wasn't happening, none of this was really happening to him, no way...
"Now keep being good for the journey back, Konoha treat their prisoners humanely, unless you give us reason to treat you otherwise..."
....Blahblah, he didn't want to hear it "Un..un," he found his voice. "To hell will this...all of you...useless...unappreciative un...ah..." he was going again. His head felt so heavy, he closed his eyes and breathed into the ground, trying to gather together his thoughts and strength.
"Sakura, look at this guy's wounds, and see to his arm - stop it bleeding, it's extremely important that he can be questioned later".
"Yes, Kakashi-sensei," said a girls voice. It was that girl-brat who had helped kill Master Sasori. Oh how he would laugh at Sasori later for that...no wait.
He felt the pressure raise from his neck as he was turned over and pulled into a sitting position, legs still held by those other two brats. These guys were taking no chances with him, they were still clearly wary of him even in this weakened state. He noticed with some satisfaction that they were still breathing as heavily as he was, the chase he had lead them on had totalled nearly two hours.
The one behind him, that other jonin with the ridiculous outfit, roughly pulled his Akatsuki coat down off his shoulders to his waist. Deidara did not make a sound as it rubbed down painfully over his aching arms, but he grimaced. They took his ammunition belt which he used to store clay, and also a concealed knife that he kept strapped to his leg for emergencies; hmph, not that he had ever had need to use it. As if he could have used these things with no hands, but they were still taking them anyway! That girl began to unpack bandages and syringes from a small bag, while the jonin kept a firm grip on his shoulders. It was to stop him from escaping, but if he weren't being held, Deidara felt he would have collapsed straight back on the ground. He was so tired now.
Deidara felt another sudden stab at his pride - he wondered if he could have broken from their grip even if he were not wounded; taijutsu was really not his thing and he had never been that strong physically. But from a distance, he was a master - yeah! Just you wait... when he was a distance, he was unstoppable! Not up close...like this...he hated the way all these people were pressed so close around, he didn't belong down here with them, he belonged high above, looking down on scenes such as these, pitying them. Not on their level, one with them! And what the hell, all of them were staring at him too, now that they had him sat up, they were really staring at him, eyeing him up and down. He knew he was pretty amazing but...what the hell was their problem?
"Not so tough now, eh, Akatsuki?"
Deidara realised that it was curiousity; this was their first good look at him. They were curious about who was was, about what he looked like up close. Akatsuki rarely, well, never got captured (They would mock him forever, Hidan especially would never, ever let this one go) and particulary with Deidara, it was rare people got to see him at all. Hell, it normally required binoculars just to get a glimpse at Deidara! When he was on the ground, he preferred to wear his Akatsuki hat most of the time, coat closed all the way up the collar; even his hair covered most of his face. Hmph, well enjoy the view while you can, bastards.
The pink-haired girl set to work tying something tightly around his stump of an arm. He closed his eyes and gritted his bloody teeth from humiliation. So they were doing fucking favours for him!
"We should take this..." the other girl's voice. He started suddenly, looking up as that bun-headed girl moved his hair aside and took the device from his left eye.
"That's mine, un.." he began. What was this...she was already wandering off with it! But then he was distracted by yet another voice, that voice.
"Bet you wish you never went for our friend Garaa now, do you eh? You'll pay for this, bastard!"hissed the blond jinchūriki, thrusting himself into Deidara's line of sight suddenly.
"Naruto..." began Kakashi, warning in his voice.
"Naruto, get out of my way, I'm trying to concentrate on this wound." said Sakura, annoyed.
Deidara found himself smiling a bit at the jinchūriki, Naruto, so brash, so confident that he was safe from Akatsuki! His refusal to except that he was doomed was quite amusing to Deidara. He would follow the fate of the other ones they had extracted, one way or another.
"You are next... perhaps not right now, but you are next," Deidara murmured, not bothering to look up.
"Oh really, but it looks like you're in no position to say that are you? huh?" Naruto yanked his head back. Deidara just smiled at him. Whatever.
"Naruto! I'm trying to concentrate!" Sakura was getting pissed, which was funny. Did she get angry at the jinchūriki a lot? This was reminding him a little of Akatsuki, Hidan got everyone annoyed. Although Deidara knew he pissed off Sasori a lot too...shit no, was he like the Naruto in their team?
"Naruto, come away from him now and let Sakura work, come and help with Garaa". Naruto released Deidara's hair and returned to where the old woman had been quitely kneeling all this time over the other jinchūriki, the dead one. Why they were bothering with their dead friends corpse so much, he did not know, the guy was dead! He was nothing!
"TenTen, careful with that, we need it for evidence"
"Yes Gai-sensei- I'm just trying it out..." He heard a call from some way back. Was that girl actually putting on his device now? Deidara cringed at the thought.
"Hey! I can see tiny details on things really far away!" Oh for fucks sake. "This would help with my ranged attacks!" After a brief pause, Deidara could hear shuriken being thrown. Amateur! He had made that gadget for grander purposes than that!
"Don't meddle with that, un." he hissed weakly. They all ignored him, or perhaps they didn't even hear his weak protestations; Sakura, stone-faced, continued wrapping his wound. He realised it had stopped bleeding now.
"Really impressive work, Sakura-san!" piped up the eyebrows-boy enthusiastically, little suck-up. It wasn't like great art or something! Although Deidara had to admit, it was wrapped better than his other arm.
"Thanks Lee," smiled Sakura. Deidara wondered if she could tell that Eyebrows liked her. Probably. Eyebrows was too damn ugly for her though, but then he was really too ugly for anyone; it was a bit sad really.
He heard bun-girls voice again, still out of sight, "It's well made too," she continued happily, appreciatively even. "I wonder how it was constructed..."
Deidara decided that perhaps this girl, 'TenTen', (what kind of name was that?) at least, actually had some sense in her, to recognise something good when she saw it. Of course it was an excellent device, he had made it himself! Master Sasori wasn't the only one who could craft complex things. This scope was only one of many (Deidara preferred to dispose of the old and create new ones from scratch, rather than to continuously fix and upgrade them-something Sasori had always criticised him for.) He could make another one, not being particulary attached to his things - unlike sentimentalist master Sasori of course - it just really pissed him off they were taking his stuff!
The Sakura girl was pulling up the hem of his shirt, checking for other wounds...or just being fucking nosy. He tensed with anger, no one ever got to look at his body and it's secrets apart from him, and if they were going to, then he chose who and when!
"Don't you dare girl," he threatened, with as much menace as he could "Or I'll..."
"Just go ahead Sakura, we've got him."
Sakura pulled up his shirt completely, as he growled and shrank back into the one holding him, unable to go anywhere. Sakura made a surprised sound and the others leaned in to see.
Oh no.
She had seen it. She was looking at the stitched mouth over his heart.
"What's this on your chest, another mouth?" Sakura had guessed...these guys knew of the mouths he had had in his hands and had put two and two together.
Colour rose in his face. No one ever saw, well, almost no one had ever seen... that one. It was private, one of his great secrets, one of his greatest (yet untried) weapons and she was just asking about it like that? Like she had a right?
"Untie it and see, un", he leered softly. Yeah, go on and look...he would chew her fucking hand off! She recoiled her hand at his response, unsettled by his tone of voice.
"It is another mouth," confirmed the byakugan boy bluntly. Deidara seethed, the more they knew about him, the less afraid they would be of him! Couldn't he keep anything concealed? These ignorant kids were examining him as easily as an insect in a glass. Well he would not answer any of their questions, that was for sure!
Sakura said nothing to Deidara, wouldn't even meet his eyes. She did not touch the mouth on his chest. He could tell she was intimidated by him. Good. The way she touched him was hesitant, like he was still something dangerous, still a member of Akatsuki that could pull a scary fucking stunt and attack her at any moment, a bomb waiting to go off. He smiled, liking that analogy.
"He has three broken ribs also," the byakugan boy spoke again, nodding at Deidara's chest. That did explain why his chest hurt so much, somewhat useful thing that byakugan...he supposed.
"Point them out?"
"Yes."
Neji then traced over Deidara's chest to guide Sakura to the places where his broken ribs were, he could show her the exact spots and even tell her what angles they had been bent at, how much tissue they had torn - none of his vital had been harmed, Neji surmised. Deidara would have marveled at the skill if only he weren't so distracted by the fact that he hated to be touched! Neji's hands were careful and brief, when he glanced up at Deidara for a moment he said nothing. Deidara took a moment to stare at those strange, pupiless eyes. He had never met anyone with the byakugan before. He had heard it was nothing compared to the sharingan, but still a powerful tool nontheless. It was because of this guy he had been found so easily in the forest, the lucky shit. If Deidara had eyes like those, he wouldn't waste them on being a tracker dog...the possibilities they would have added to his art were endless...
Sakura bandaged Deidara's chest in silence. Everyone was being so quiet now, probably still upset over that jinchuriki? Pathetic. Although...the silence did unsettle him somewhat. Deidara was not used to sticking around to see the aftermath of his art for long, or if he did it was from a great distance away. Everything became so much smaller when you flew away from it. You couldn't really hear the cries or see the pain, it was far better to admire the whole from afar, sort of like how a painting looks better from the other side of the room, if you get too close you tend to focus too much on the individual things, individual people...
And it was getting really late, would Akatsuki be looking for him soon? Did they know yet? Would they care? The Leader had not yet communicated with him. The Leader...he would be furious! One of the first rules of Akatsuki was not to become captured, at any cost...perhaps they had abandoned him? They wouldn't even locate him if they just wanted his ring, that had been lost somewhere in the forest along with his arm!
Deidara just wanted to sleep and escape this for a short while. He would normally have been sleeping by now, especially after that long process of drawing out the tailed beast, that exhausting chase, the dizzying amount of blood he had lost. It was strange to think he wouldn't be seeing Sasori again. By now he should have been sleeping under a tree or in a cave or a travellers Inn somewhere; well weather permitting, hat resting over his face to keep off any bugs. Master Sasori did not need to sleep or rest, but would stay nearby him whilst he slept, whittling away at one of his needlessly elaborate puppets quietly. Having Master Sasori around meant that he could sleep completely at ease, he was going to miss that...where would he be sleeping tonight? Wherever and whenever these guys decided that he would, probably tied up painfully and being stared at as they took turns watching him.
When would he be able to get his arms back? Kakuzu had promised to help him reattach another one...when would he be able to use his art again? He was really in the mood to blow something up NOW dammit, he needed to unwind and watch the sparks.
Would he even recover the use of his arms at all - would he ever be able to use his art again?
Why was he thinking about all these things? His situation was beginning to feel less and less like a minor set-back as it sank in he would not be escaping today, or anytime soon.
Sakura started to check over the rest of his torso, pulling his long hair over one shoulder and out of the way, while the jonin gripping his shoulders turned him about so she could see him easier. Deidara felt more and more sick with all this manhandling, he wasn't accustomed to being touched so much, not by anyone! That was another reason he preferred long-ranged attacks, keeping his distance... Right now felt like one of Sasori's puppets, being moved this way and that at the whim of the controller - he had no say.
"Like what you see, un?" He found himself asking suddenly, wickedly even, as Sakura pressed her hand to the wound on his lower back where he had been slammed into a tree ealier. Unable to fight, it felt like the only way he could get back at them was to try and make them feel as uncomfortable as he did. The girl pretended to ignore him but could see her blush at his words. What was this hm? Deidara was not vain about his looks, (Kakuzu could give him fucking zombie arms for all he cared, as long as it enabled him to continue his art) but knew enough that he was an attractive guy. Ha, typical weak-minded girl.
"Do not talk like that to Sakura-san!" cried Eyebrows, indignant. Deidara had actually directed the comment at all of them; Eyebrows hadn't realised.
"Can't keep your hand's off me can you?"He breathed.
"Be quiet or we'll gag you!" a threat in his ear. The green suited Jonin guy was losing patience with him it seemed, haha. It was clear he didn't like this talk.
"...This is molestation, un, you Leaf guys, you think you're so noble..." Deidara continued, grinning, trying to keep an uncaring attitude, to show them that this wasn't bothering him, although he feeling even more nervous every passing moment. HE was the scary one here dammit, they should be unsettled!
"Don't you ever shut up?"
"Gai, he's just trying to rile us because he's scared", said Kakashi from where he leaned against a tree, observing everything. Deidara had nearly forgotten he was there. Was he reading a smut book?... He was! The pervert was reading a smut book and watching him being molested by his bunch of crony ninja's, this was a fucking weird, awful day.
Seemingly satisfied with his wounds, Deidara was relieved when Sakura finally pulled Deidara's shirt back down and then proceeded to pull his coat back up over him, careful of both his wounded arms. He thought of making a joke - What, you don't want to take my pants off and check there too? but stopped himself, because he really, really didn't want them to actually do that. She took a cloth and began wiping away the blood from around his nose and mouth, stopping when she had most of it. He considered taking a bite at her hand, but his face did feel better now that it was less bloody. She left his lips, perhaps fearful of the bite he'd debated over giving; ha.
They were all speaking to each other now, about the dead one, 'Garaa', about what route to take back...they were talking about returning to the Sand first. Wait, so was he going to be taken to the Sand instead of to the Leaf? Those people would rip him apart for what he did to their Kazekage! He remembered their roars of anger, screaming about the things they would do to him once they caught him; it had all seemed so funny at the time as he flew over them, out of reach, free, untouchable...he became more aware than ever of all the hands on him, keeping him down, controlled - limited.
His head was spinning. He mind was reeling, he wanted to vomit, was this fear? Was he scared? He found himself thinking of Sasori, again, but Master Sasori was dead, he couldn't help him, would any of Akatsuki show up? It would be fucking humiliating but still...better than, than... "So are you taking me to the Sand or t-to the Leaf, un?" he tried to keep his voice cool but it wavered slightly, there was panic in it. They all ignored him, didn't even look at him! He HATED being ignored, treated like nothing! "Answer me, un!" Finally his voice came out loud. "H-hey un, talk to me, bastards, where are you taking me first!" He could hear the hysteria in his own voice.
"Sensei, he's really freaking out..."
His forehead protector was being untied. "Akatsuki, We have already asked you to be quiet", said Gai firmly, voice hard. He took Deidara's forehead protector and tied it tightly around Deidara's mouth.
"Wait a sec...Mmmph!" This was too humiliating! Now he really could do nothing, not even protest! He closed his eyes, not wanting to look at any of them any more. Panic rose in his chest and he began to shake uncontrollably. He tried to will himself to stop, but he just couldn't. He had been able to keep his composure pretty well until now, he didn't want them to see that he was afraid. Able to feel his legs a little more now, he thrashed weakly against them for the first time and they tightened their grip on him even more in response, but he was useless, his legs still felt weak, half numb. He knew he must have looked pitiful; a bloodied mess, partner dead and pretty much abandoned by the organisation, severely outnumbered. Just earlier today he was a terror of the skies! Evidently they must have been thinking so too, because with sudden sympathy (Or at least, that appeared to be what it was) the Gai bastard was talking to him in a decidedly less-hard voice, "Just calm down and stay still or you will only hurt yourself more. I'll admit, you are strong, but you are not right now. Realise that even the best would be rendered powerless in the condition you are in." Was that Gai's way of telling him he had some small respect for him? They still feared him at least, he knew from the way their grip never faltered.
Gai, Neji and Eyebrows pulled him up. Rope was being tied tightly around his knees and ankles. "I'll carry him," Gai hoisted him up over his shoulder, careful of his wounded arms, and hooked an arm over his knees. Gai wasn't being rough, but it was still really fucking uncomfortable and was not helping his headache. If you could die from humiliation... thought Deidara.
He lost consciousness.
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TBC
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SORRY if some implied het snuck in there, it somehow wrote itself in of it's own accord; I don't even like Sakura! or TenTen! How come she got lines? She was barely going to feature but suddenly the fic was telling me that TenTen would take interest in his scope thing since she's into ranged weapons too, and that Deidara would approve his work being admired. Don't worry, there will be no DeiTenten smex (Stupid fic, stop writing het into yourself !*smacks it*) I promise there will be more on the implied yaoi later. No rape, maybe a little noncon type stuff....I can't help it, I love Deidara angst
*update* Ignore the last thing i said, i changed my mind....^^
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