I do not own Naruto. And I have no idea what I have written.
Art is an explosion.
That was his only truth. The only thing he saw. Those four words were his blood and his religion. And, ultimately, his downfall.
He often wondered if pain could be considered an art.
It, too, was an explosion. A tightening of the nerves, a sharp uncomfort. And, if the situation was right, it could be beautiful.
He wanted to see Itachi in pain.
One look from those onyx pits made him feel vastly inferior. Itachi's eyes were like water, reflecting. And like water, they were deep. Deidara could never figure them out, never figure him out. Itachi glanced over him as if he were a child scribbling on a wall with a marker, as if his art was nothing.
Those eyes, those dammed eyes, made Deidara feel like he was going insane. (More insane then you already are XD)
He was a bird with broken wings, bound to this organization. Of course, it didn't prove to be as bad as he imagined, but he had lost so much freedom. He used to be a free bird, flying where he saw fit.
But those damn eyes brought him down. Itachi broke his wings.
Sasuke had the same eyes. The same eyes, dark one moment then blood red the next. The three swirls dancing around the pupil, mocking him to no end.
But Sasuke's eyes were different. They didn't even look at his art, they saw through it.
Deidara could feel himself slowly slipping during that fight. Every breath brought with it a deep frustration that burned in his chest. It was unbearable. But his arrogance saw him through.
Until those final moments.
The red gave way to onyx black, yet to Deidara the torment remained. The pain, the feeling of weakness and inferiority. Those swirls danced through his mind, criticizing his art.
That's when he had enough. No one, not even an Uchiha, criticized his art. His creations.
So he became art. He made himself into the biggest explosion he could, so that his art would forever leave a scar.
He smirked as he felt himself fading, his body becoming the one thing he cared most about.
He was now art. Art is an explosion.
But sometimes an explosion isn't enough.
I have no idea what this is…. Please review anyways. I hardly get any reviews on anything anymore, and I like to know what others think(this is not begging for reviews, I get people have lives unlike me). But, like I said, I have no idea what this is :/ I might turn this into a collection of Oneshots about each member of the Akasuki. What do you think? Yay or nay XD also, if you can, could you go check out my other Naruto Fanfiction, Fire and Ice? You should enjoy it if you also like wolves (not twilight wolves. Ugh. ) have a good day regardless:D