True Art - ItaDei Threeshot + Lemon

Chapter 1

Several weeks ago, the members of the Akatsuki decided that Deidara was week and started to torture him, abuse him, rape him, and everything like that. Except for the one person.

Uchiha Itachi.

Currently, a series of pained screams followed by laughter and whipping noises echoed through the Akatsuki house. Of course, it came from Deidara. "That fucking hurts, un!"

There was no doubt what went down in there. Itachi felt guilt and sadness within every scream heard in the basement. He would help, but Uchiha pride..

In there, down in the basement, was Sasori and Kisame. Kisame had taken out a whip and started to whip the poor blonde, whom had blood slowly leaking out from his back, tears streaking his cheeks and his hands chained to the ceiling. The shark-like man stopped and left, purely satisfied. Sasori was all over Deidara. Licking his tears, the blood that ran down his back and biting him. The blonde 19 year old teen had only hissed in pain.

The red sand ninja slipped his pants down and pulled out his member. 'No. Nononono.' Deidara thought. "Please don't, un." Soon enough, Sasori shoved it into the blonde's mouth. Deidara gagged, hating the bitter and salty taste that Sasori gave off.

Soon enough, Sasori came in Deidara's mouth. "Aaahhh shit" Deidara was about to spit it out, and did so, but Sasori had acted too slow.

"You were supposed to swallow it." Sasori smirked. "You will recieve punishment." Deidara shivered in fear. The redheaded man walked behind Deidara and motioned for a puppet to come towards the blonde. Sasori had purposely made this puppet have a large stick, precisely about a foot. So yes, it would hurt.

Sasori directed the puppet and shoved him inside.

Deidara had let out the most painful, blood coated, and loudest scream that he had ever let out before in his love.

It brought so much noise that when Kakuzu decided to bury himself in every pillow and blanket, and blast music in his ears, at full volume, he could still hear it.

Itachi stood up and went to the bathroom to just take a bath. The screams were now muffled through the closed door.

Sasori had put the puppet away to save chakra, and decided to thrust Deidara on his own. He snapped a few photos and then decided he was done. Sasori unbuckled the chains and left the sobbing, poor blonde on the floor.

Deidara's blonde hair was tangled, scattered all over the floor and messy, it had been streaked with tons of blood and dirt. He took his Akatsuki cloak and put it on loosely, walking upstairs with a tear stained face. Unbeknownst, he left blood on the floor.

Deidara took a towel and set off to the public showers in their yard.

The blonde turned on the water and stepped into it, but the deep scars and cuts on his back caused him to collapse on the floor. The blood stained the water red as it flew down the drain.

Deidara tried to get up but never succeeded. He grunted each time he fell in pain. The blonde teen finally stood up and washed his hair and scarred back.

After the soothing but painful shower, Deidara dried himself off with a towel, which had blood from before.

Itachi almost gasped at the sight.
Deidara took his cloak and buttoned it on before taking the bloody towel to his room. Itachi tried to stop the teen, but he just walked by.

Deidara ran to his room and shut the door. He then sobbed into his bedsheets for some time. He didn't deserve it. All the abuse, he didn't deserve it.

Or did he?

Deidara looked at his bandaged wrist. He slowly unwrapped the bandage to reveal three red cuts, made self unflicted and by a razor. They were all pretty new.

He pulled out a drawer and slowly reached in and pulled out a photo album.

The blonde flipped the pages, smiling. He never got Itachi's love, or so he thought.

Deidara saddened at the photos. Sasori used to love his partner all the time, but he played a role of abusing and raping him, so Deidara began to hate him.

He flipped to the last few pages, and inserted was a photo of Deidara on the ground, slightly bloody while Hidan was behind him, with a peace sign. Beside the photo in the plastic clear pocket in the album, was a red, bloody metal razor. Deidara took it out and shoved the album away. He walked to the mirror that was beside his bedroom door, and sat down.

Deidara picked off the dried blood and hesitated for a moment. He sighed, and placed the razor into his other hand. It would do no good to start fresh. But could he really do it? He looked at the razor closely.

Itachi opened the door.

"Hey, Deidara, the food is rea--Deidara, what the fuck are you doing?!" The Uchiha said in surprise.

Deidara looked up into Itachi's eyes, tears filling his own. Itachi snatched the razor from Deidara's hand. He stared at the blonde in pure disbelief. "I-I'm s-sor-sorry, u-un." Deidara stuttered.

"Don't apologize." Itachi said. "Dont do it again. Don't even try." The Uchiha looked at him. "I can't promise you, un." The blonde said. "Then just try."

The two males walked downstairs. Itachi patted Deidara's back but Deidara pulled his hand off and hissed in pain.

Itachi was worried.

They walked downstairs, well, Deidara limped, because stretching his leg muscle stretches his back muscle, and that stretches the scars.

Deidara hopped to his seat at the kitchen table and sat. He huffed once and began eating. The whole table ate in silence. Itachi decided to speak. "Will anyone tell me why Deidara is not letting me touch him?" He asked.

Everybody showed faces of innocence, except for Konan, who was always harmless unless in batlle. Especially Sasori. "I dont know what happened." The red haired male smiled. "Sasori, you never smile, like no shit, ever." Sasori dropped his smile.

"Deidara, you will meet me in my room and tell me?" Itachi asked.

Deidara hesitated. "Hey, slut, dont tell them." Hidan laughed. Deidara pushed his plate of food away, and hopped off of his chair. "Thank you for the food." He said, before the blonde limped outside. "He didn't say 'un'." Konan said.

Itachi finished up his food quickly and trailed after Deidara.