Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters, they all belong to Masashi Kishimoto,.
This is an incredibly short story I made by trying out automatic writing at a camp that I went to over the summer!
It is basically Deidara musing over his death, and his art and other stuff, by the way automatic writing is different from regular types of writing, the dictionary definition is:
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As Deidara walked across a moonlight path with sparks of lightning flickering across the sky. He thought of the day's far off events and what would happen tomorrow. He could die, he could be killed by angry shinobi avenging a fellow ninja that he had killed for fun, or someone who he had tried one of his 'masterpieces' on. Iwa-gakure could finally hunt him down and destroy him for all of the information he knows. He could be killed know, while he walked, defenses down, with no clay to make any of his explosives, ultimately defenseless, he could be ambushed. Or he may die when he walked into the Akatsuki Cave, by one of his own.
How was he to know?
Simple answer, he didn't. No one did know his fate. And that's how he liked it.
Unpredictable, in any fleeting moment he could be killed.
And become True Art.
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That's all! I'd like to know how I did if you have the time!