Yes, I should be writing other things, but this idea has been haunting me for a very long time and since the voting on my poll isn't really working out, I decided to write this down first. I also finally figured out where to take this one.

So enjoy this dark prologue of mine

Warning: attempted rape

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The street was quiet, void of any person walking around. At this time of night they tend to stay inside, the criminal activity scaring people off. But that didn't mean everyone was asleep already, even if the lights were out. In a certain apartment building, on the fourth floor, a window was left open, the curtains swaying in the wind. And right there in the stuffy apartment of a renter there were two bodies heavily colliding with a bed. They barely made any sound though, leaving out the groan the bed made when they landed on top and the heavy breaths of one of them.

But if you looked closer you could see one of them not responding at all, lying completely still on top of the stained sheets, having lost their white colour a long time ago. His blue eyes looked dull, absent almost, as if he was sleeping with his eyes open. But if you looked closer, paid attention to the black pupils, you noticed how they were still very responsive, angrily staring up at the man on top.

A zipper was pulled down and the man tried to shimmy the pants off of the dead weight, but it seemed a little more difficult than expected. It would be easier if the body was responsive, glad to be touched by his calloused hands, but he never got that kind of reaction. It was why he had chosen this type of approach in the first place, slipping something interesting in the drink of this beautiful young blond. Fear had stopped him first, knowing the consequences could be bad, but when he laid eyes on this beautiful creature. He seemed almost out of this world. The man just had to have him.

Crawling back up after finally managing in taking the pants off the man aimed to kiss the blond for the first time. Something unexpected happened then though. Before he even knew what was coming he felt two hands hitting hard against his chest, making him fly across the room and towards the window. Trying to catch himself he flew out his arms, trying to grab the window frame, but with the sheer force with which he was thrown he couldn't hold on. The bones in his hands made an awful cracking sound and then with one last scream he tumbled out of the window and with a dull thud hit the pavement below.

The body that had still been lying on the bed now slowly rose from its position. The blue in his eyes looked more vibrant now, anger clearly shining through. But he stayed calm as he moved out of bed, grabbing his pants off the floor and putting them back on. Only then did the blond man move towards the window, perching himself on the window sill to glance down at the man below.

His limbs were broken, lying in awkward places, framing his body. The strength the blond man had used had not been something human beings were capable of and it would be difficult to trace back to anyone. Not that anyone had noticed already. His body would be lying there until morning when the people finally dared to come out of their homes again. The man didn't deserve anything more though.

The blond man seemed to be simply staring down at the man, but his facial expression changed from anger to full on rage. Baring his teeth he hissed at the man, ready to pounce him and murder him all over again. How dare he even think about touching the blond man? He had no right. Was inferior. Oh, how he loathed human beings and everything they had done to him.

Grabbing the edge of the window frames the blond man steadied himself on the sill, leaning forward the glance down even more. His eyes were opened wide and then he parted his lips to let out a feral screech that made you cower in fear, hurting your ears when exposed too long to the sound. And yet it could almost be described as beautiful.

The skin on his back began to tear apart, making the blond man arch backward. It did hurt him, but his focus was still on the body below. More and more did the skin from his back part, making room for something more. Bones were moving underneath and were replaced by new ones.

And when everything stilled he leaped out of the window, spreading his midnight black wings to catch himself mid-air. Then he lunged down, soaring through the air, aiming straight for the man. Right before he hit the pavement himself the blond man turned sideways, sliding right over the dead man. With nails as sharp as knives he slashed at the man, cutting deep through his skin. Overkill. But it felt so good to make the man bleed for him, pay for his sins.

This was the life Deidara now lived, being among the humans he despised so much. But he had been the cause in the first place. Never get attached to a soul. They pass too soon, living much shorter lives only to be reborn again in a different life. They would never truly disappear, but they would never be yours either. But he had made the mistake to try and save one, thinking he was dying too soon, too fast, too painful. He had failed, but was still punished by the Almighty. Those were the rules.

With the slow beating of his wings Deidara moved away from the scene, away from this town and on to his next life. Never had he hated human beings as much as he did now. And the one he hated most was the one he knew the best.

Characters © Masashi Kishimoto

Let me know what you think and if I should leave this as a oneshot or make it a chapter fic! And vote for my poll, so I can finally pick :D

Thank you my lovelies ^^

This also got deleted first, because word screwed me over, so I had to rewrite it... Thankfully it wasn't that long!