"Once upon a time, far, far away there lived poor woodcutter and his wife. The couple loved each other very much and were happy with their simple lifestyle. Soon after they married, the wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

"Behind their plain cottage was a lovely garden, full of beautiful flowers with trees that bowed under the heavy burden of the plentiful fruit. The vegetables that grew there were five times bigger than the vegetables anyone else grew, and they looked so delicious that any passers by stopped to gaze at the splendid vegetables, but no one ever entered the garden because it belonged to a wicked witch.

"The woodcutter's wife enjoyed sitting on a chair at the back of the house while she sewed. In summer, when the flowers were blooming and the air was warm, she would take her daughter and sit her on her lap while she worked.

"The witch saw this one day when she looked across at the house. She saw how happy the woodcutter's wife was, and this made her jealous. Deciding that the cause of the happiness was the beautiful baby the woman held in her arms, the witch formed a plan.

"That night, under the light of the moon, she cast a spell on the woodcutter's wife. The next morning, when the woman saw the radishes that were growing in the witch's garden, she was overcome by longing.

"The woodcutter's wife resigned herself to never being able to eat the radishes. But as the days passed, the longing grew stronger, and the woman grew thinner and sicker.

"Now, the woodcutter loved his wife very much, and was very worried by her rapid illness. He questioned her about it. Eventually, the wife admitted that she was sick because she could not eat any of those wonderful radishes that she had seen in the garden opposite.

"Realising that those radishes were his wife's last chance, the woodcutter snuck into the witch's garden in the dead of night to steal some. But the witch, who had planned this all along, caught him.

"The witch cackled when she saw him. "Why do you steal my radishes, young man?" she asked. The terrified young man shook with fear, but stood his ground.

"Bravely, the woodcutter said, "I came here because my wife is deathly ill, and if she does not get any of the wonderful radishes that you grow here, she will surely die."

"So far the witch's plan was going perfectly. "If that is true, then perhaps I should allow you to take my radishes. But that would not be fair on me. If you take my radishes, what will you give me in return?"

"The young woodcutter's shoulders slumped with despair. "Alas," he said sadly, "I am but a poor woodcutter, and have nothing of which I could give you."

"The witch pretended to think for some time. Finally, she spoke again. "Maybe there is something you have that I want. If you want to take my radishes, then in return you must give me your child. I will take good care of her, and she will not want for anything."

"The man was terrified, both of the witch and of the possibility that his wife would die. But in the end he agreed to the witch's terms. The next morning, the witch came to their house and took the baby girl.

"But when the witch returned to her home with the child, she felt none of the happiness that woodcutter's wife had shown. The witch was disappointed, but tended to the chi-"

"Tobi, why the hell are you reading me this, un?" Deidara asked the masked man.

The blonde was tied up in a kneeling position on the hard wooden floor, struggling with the ropes binding him. Tobi sat cross-legged opposite him, holding a story book.

"Because Deidara-sempai needs a bedtime story."

Deidara cursed Tobi for sneaking up on him and knocking him out. When he had woken up, he had found himself trussed up like this with Tobi reading to him.

He tried to expel some clay from the mouths on his hands so that he could blow Tobi up, only to find that they were sewn shut.

"Tobi, you moron! You've sewn up my hands un! Do you have any idea how painful that will be to undo?"

"It wasn't Tobi, Sempai! Tobi is a good boy! Kakuzu did it!"

"Why would Kakuzu sew up my hands, un?"

"Because Tobi said that he would be a good boy and stop annoying him. Now please be quiet, Sempai, Tobi needs to finish the story."

Tobi was quiet for a moment while he looked for the part he had been reading.

"The witch was disappointed, but tended to the child nevertheless. She named the child Ra-" Tobi squinted at the word and tried again, "Rapun…She named the child Deidara."

Deidara let out an undignified squawk. "What did you say, un?"

Tobi continued with the story

"When Deidara was twelve, the witch locked her in a high tower, with no doors or stairs. The only way to get in was through a window at the top of the tower that led to Deidara's room.

"Deidara had beautiful golden hair that was so long that it had to be tied up all the time, otherwise it dragged on the ground.

"Whenever the witch wanted to go to the top of the tower, she stood underneath the window and cried out: "Deidara, Deidara, let down your golden hair!" And, at the top of the tower, Deidara would proceed to quickly unpin her hair and let it fall to the ground so that the witch could climb up the golden rope."

"What's this about Deidara?" Itachi stood in the doorway, smirking at the tied-up blonde. Deidara glared at him.

"Hello Itachi-san! Tobi is being a good boy! He is reading Deidara-Sempai a bedtime story!"

"Really? Do you mind if I listen in?" Itachi asked, sensing a good opportunity to make fun of Deidara.

"Of course!" Tobi said, almost bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Deidara had a lovely voice, and in order to entertain herself, she would sing beautiful songs to pass the time."

Itachi sniggered at this, making Deidara blush a deep red. He gave Tobi a death glare, but the masked man was to busy reading to notice.

"One day a handsome prince passed beneath the window and heard Deidara singing. He immediately fell in love with the voice, and vowed to rescue the fair maiden that was trapped in the tower."

Itachi sniggered again. "Who's your prince Deidara?" He asked mockingly.

Tobi peered at storybook. "It doesn't say…" He said disappointedly. Then he brightened. "Oh well. Looks like Tobi has to choose a prince."

"Itachi, the prince, looked for a door in the tower, but alas, it was in vain. Finally the noble prince had to accept that there was no way to reach Deidara.

Now both Deidara and Itachi glared at Tobi. "There is no way that he is my prince, un!" Deidara argued angrily. Itachi just glared at him, and it made Deidara shiver. He thanked his lucky stars that he wasn't Tobi.

"At that moment, the witch came along. Itachi managed to hide just in time. He watched as the witch stood at the base of the tower.

"She cried, "Deidara, Deidara, let down your golden hair!" and Itachi watched in triumph as a rope of golden hair was lowered from the window.

"The prince waited patiently until the witch had climbed back down again and left before standing at the foot of the tower.

"He called up "Deidara, Deidara, let down your golden hair!". Immediately a rope of hair dropped to the ground, and Itachi began to climb.

"As soon as the prince climbed through the window, Deidara realised immediately that it wasn't the witch. But Itachi told her of how he had heard her sing and been touched by her beautiful voice.

"Itachi thought that Deidara was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he fell in love with her. He asked for her hand in marriage and, Deidara, realising that the prince loved her much more than the witch did, agreed.

"But the prince could think of no way to get her down from the tower. In the end he left, but he promised to return the next day so he could see his beautiful Deidara again.

"And indeed he did. Every day, at sunset, he returned. And every time the witch visited, Deidara said not a word of her secret visitor. That is, until one day she absentmindedly asked the witch: "Why is it that you are slow and heavy when you climb my hair but the prince climbs up so quickly?"

"The witch screamed angrily. "You wicked child! You have deceived me!" She grabbed Deidara's hair in a fit of anger and cut it off with a knife.

"She then took Deidara to a remote part of the forest where she abandoned her to live the rest of her life in loneliness.

"That evening Itachi returned to the tower. He called out: "Deidara, Deidara, let down your golden hair!"

"When then witch heard this she lowered Deidara's hair. The prince was halfway up when she released the golden rope. Itachi fell, and landed in a bramble bush, but he was not killed, only blinded. He heard the witch's cackling and realised that he had been tricked.

"Itachi blindly wandered for many years. Without his sight he could not return to his kingdom, and he believed Deidara to be either dead or lost forever. The prince lived on berries and roots that he found.

"One day, he heard by chance, the sound of singing. Recognising the voice, he followed it until he came across Deidara. Deidara was delighted to see the prince again, and wept in joy. Her tears fell upon the blind eyes of the prince. Instantly they healed, and, reunited with his Deidara, Itachi returned to his kingdom where they lived happily ever after.

"The end."

Tobi looked at Itach


i and Deidara proudly. "See, wasn't Tobi a good story teller?" Deidara glared at him. Itachi, who wasn't happy about being Deidara's prince, also gave him an annoyed look.

"Tobi, you have three seconds. I suggest you run." Itachi said threateningly.

"What? Why?" Tobi asked, confused.

Itachi pulled out a kunai.

"Three…two…one." Itachi said, before cutting the ropes tying up Deidara.

Tobi fled.

"Tobi, you baka! You get back here, un! Just you wait!" Deidara yelled, as he chased after the masked man.

Itachi counted. "One…two…three…four…" The five was drowned out by a loud bang, and Tobi's cries of: "Ahh, Sempai! Watch out! That almost got Tobi's arm!"

Itachi smirked. Deidara would get revenge for both of them.


A/N: Would anyone care for another chapter? (Also, this is a repost. My other account has had all the stories removed and I'm moving them here.)

Beta: Fillisius B.