What Deidara Left Behind

Warning! Do not read the A/N any further if you don't want spoilers.

Anyways I was watching the latest episode of Naruto Shippuden and, when Deidara died I was beyond devastated now I was already aware that Dei died in the Manga...but actually watching it really struck a chord. Now I know that most people prefer the yaoi Deidara/Sasori or Deidara/Itachi or Deidara/Tobi or vice versa pairings. Well me too but I really thought what did Deidara leave behind when he was forced to join the organization? Then the idea for this fic came to mind. So I hope you all like it!

Also pay very close attention to the very first sentence of the chapter here because it'll be important in later chapters.

Ch1: Meeting

"You were my greatest work of art"

"Deidara...Deidara could you come here please?"

"Un..." A tuft of blond hair came up from under plastic and papers swimming in the art work surrounding the room, he yawned, getting up (and?) slowly stretching his small body like a cat's. "Dei, are you awake? Come here!" Called the woman again, "Coming mother..." the young Shinobi in training pushed aside some art supplies and canvasses and pushed the old, stiff, sliding shoji screen open, having to nudge it a little with his shoulder to get it to slide along its tracks without a fight. He left the room, stepping into the hall and turned to slide the screen shut when he saw the tsunami of art work headed his way,"GAH!" He jumped to the side just as it all spilled from the room he smiled sheepishly, "I'll clean it up later." He muttered before jogging down the hall.

"What is it mother?" He asked rounding the corner.

A tall woman stood in front of the house entrance. She was beautiful, skinny with all the right curves and well-endowed in the bust. Her hair was a bright platinum blond and she had the deepest blue eyes in the village. She kept all her hair pulled up into a fancy ponytail even though it still reached below her shoulders. "I have someone I'd like you to meet." She said motioning her son forward to greet their guests. Deidara being skeptic slowly moved forward to see who was standing in their front entrance.

Standing there, looking as innocent as ever, were two people, a woman and a girl about the same age as him. The woman was tall with long dark hair pulled back into a long braid; her eyes were a soft caramel color. She was dressed like a Shinobi and wearing Iwagakure head band. The little girl standing next to her, holding her hand, had similar black hair, except it was pulled into a half pony tail, bangs covering her left eye and she had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, far prettier than his mothers. She smiled, waving, "Hello." He blinked before waving back slowly, "Hello...I'm Deidara..." He muttered, his mother nudging him with her hand.

"I'm Kira." She said, her voice was cute he blushed sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you..." He mumbled.

"Dei.." Said his mother, causing him to glance up," Kira's going to be living with us for a little while... Her mother's going on a long mission and won't be back for a bit." She stated,"I really appreciate this Mizune..." Said the woman, "No problem Kirara" Deidara noticed the girl's bags by the door and coughed, "Is she a Shinobi in training too..?" This caught Kira's attention now. "Yes, I am, though I'm in a different class from yours." She smiled. He huffed, "Oh..."

"Dei why don't you take her things to the guest bedroom...?" suggested his mother.

"Aw, but mom!"

His mother gave him a look and Kira giggled. "I can carry them...but could you show me the way?" Deidara sighed and took one of the bags, the heavier one, from Kira.

"Welcome..." He said.

"Thank-you for having me" Smiled Kira.

A faint blush covered his pale face.

"So...uh...do you. Like art?" He asked while scratching the back of his head. "I do. "Was the response as he dropped her bag in the guest room, It was a door away from his own bedroom. "Really, What kinds of art?" He asked turning to her as she placed her other bag next to the first one. "Clay sculpture, Origami, but painting's my favourite, so many pretty colors." She said. Deidara smiled. "I like sculpting. Clay is very hands on, but awesome and fun too. It's an explosion." He chuckled. She smiled," I bet."

"Un! Clay art allows you to sculpt and mould everything to perfection! Sharp lines and dimension." He smirked, but stopped when he heard giggling and glanced at Kira. "What's so funny, un!" He questioned, turning fully to her.

"Oh nothing, nothing! It's just...you're so pasisonate about clay art...and, well, I could say the exact same thing for painting." She said with a gentle tilt of her head.

He blinked a few times before the blush came back. "Don't...don't make fun of me." He muttered, glancing away, and Kira blinked before smiling and leaned very close, causing him to lean back some. "Mm...No, I'm not making fun." She replied "I think it's actually kind of...cute." She added softly.

Deidara gulped," Ah...ah...I have some stuff I need to clean up, yeah!" He all but yelped He then ran past her and down the hall, slipping on some stray papers and hitting the floor. He could hear her resisting the urge to giggle and turned beet red before getting up and running away, almost tripping over his art tsunami in the hallway.

A/N: okay so it's a little short...but I kind of did this in like an hour and a half, and I really didn't want to give too much in the first chapter. I'll try and make future chapters longer. Constructive critisim is appreciated and for all of you who have read this, yes, I need a beta...I'm very aware of that and I bet i have plenty of run on sentences.