Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the world/characters inside that world. I do however own the OC's and random buildings if I write in detail about them. If any non-OC characters seem OOC, ummm, whoops! I don't mean to. I know the characters, seen every show, up to date on the manga, so if I am off, it just shows I need to improve my writing.
Spoilers: You should be up to at least 363 in the manga. If you are not there, you will be sort of confused with parts of my story, and it will sort of ruin a bit of Deidara's character. So go read if you have to.
Influences: How I plan to write Deidara is based heavily on how the writers in my favorite's stories section, and writer in my favorite authors section, write him. I plan to write my story with the belief that what they wrote is true and has happened. When I write specifically from one of their stories, I will say who, what story, and what part I'm using. Also check them out. They are awesome writers, and there are more then just Deidara stories.
Random: If you think my writing sucks, please just stop reading and do not leave me a review saying I suck. I'm new at this so please be nice. I am writing this because I want it out of my head. It has been bugging me since August so I'm writing it down and seeing if other people might like it. I'm sorry this is so long but I'm never going to write about most of this stuff again in the other chapters. So here it is, enjoy.
--Road of Clay--
The little boy looked down upon his bandaged hands and wondered why they were wrapped up at all. He had seen others in his village with their hands, their arms, and their legs wrapped with the white bandaging, but there was a big difference between them and blond haired boy: they were ninjas, and he was only five years old. Another difference was that he had the bandages wrapped around his upper chest also.
His mother never told him why he had them. He had asked numerous times, ever since he was old enough to realize that he was different because of them. She would always put on a big smile and kneel down saying, "Little Dei-chan, you don't need to think about that! Now go play in the living room." She would then kiss his cheek and give him a little push to leave. He would frown and pout, but he always left the room and play with the toy bird he had had since he was born. The little boy would have asked his father, if he had known who he was. That was the other question that he never got an answer to. With the question about his father though, the little blond knew that he should not ask it often, or at all, after the reaction his mother gave him.
It happened when he was three; he and his mother shared the one bedroom and there fore shared the same bed, and one night he asked where his 'chichi' was. The look in her eyes and the way her smile quivered when she said "Little Dei-chan, you don't need to think about that." was something even his young mind could understand. He saw, and learned, that that question was painful to his mother and he did not want to see his mother in pain.
What also made him question his mother about the bandages was that every year, since birth his mother told him, was that a week after his birthday, they would make the two hour walk to the hospital in the center of Iwagakure.
They lived on the outskirts of the great city, which meant they were part of the lower class, but his mother would tell him that though they may not live in luxury or closer to the center, they were still part of Iwagakure and protected by its Kage, elite ninja, and even ANBU. They were still citizens, which was better then being apart of the other smaller villages and nomadic clans within the Land of Earth that were often left to themselves and in turn, not often protected by Iwagakure or the Tsuchikage.
Today was the seventh day after his fifth birthday which meant it was time to make the long trek to the main hospital.
They left midmorning, with a small bag containing two lunches for the both of them and Deidara's toy bird for after the procedure. He never knew what was being done to him during the procedure, just that it took nearly an hour to complete, and that his hands and chest would hurt. He would also have fresh bandages.
He looked down at his hands. The bandages were dirty and frayed, but otherwise in good condition. If he looked closely, he could see what looked like little scribbles written on them. They use to be brighter, bolder, but with a year of playing around and being a child, the scribbles or writing he presumed, had worn way with the time.
His feet began to hurt.
"Kaka, are we there yet?" There was a slight whine to his voice.
"No Dei-chan. We only left the house a half-hour ago. We still have quite the ways to go." She patted his head.
"But my feet are hurting. Can you carry me?"
"You are too big to be carrying around now Deidara. It is time to be a big boy and walk the whole way yourself."
"But Kaaaaaaakaaaaaa!"
"I said no Deidara. Now hurry up. We need to be there by 12:30 and we still have over an hour and a half to go and we will have to stop for lunch soon."
She grabbed his hand and tugged him along.
The rest of the trip was quite with the occasional whine of displeasure from the young boy and the light scolding when he started to drag his feet in protest of not being carried.
They had lunch by a small stream near the side of the road and by noon were within Iwagakure.
It took only fifteen minutes to get to the hospital entrance and they were soon sitting in the waiting room, ready for the doctor to come out and talk with them.
They did not have to wait long.
"Kirainaku-san! And little Deidara-kun! How are you both today?"
The doctor was a big man, nearly a head taller then Kirainaku. The height, along with the booming voice always scared the little boy and he would hide behind his mother and grip her skirt.
"Ah! Still scared of your doctor Deidara-kun?" He bent down to eye-level with the boy.
"It's okay. You should know by now there is nothing to be frightened about! Come on now! The rest of the doctors are almost ready!"
He got up and led both Kirainaku and Deidara into the hallway and towards the two doors that lead to the dark hallway and the even darker, windowless room where the procedure the little boy knew nothing about, would take place.
--Well, that's the first chapter. If it was a bit dull, I'm sorry. It will get better; at least, I think it will. Updates will be random, but will happen at least once a month. Length of chapters will also be random. If you think this was too short, well, ummm, deal? Heh, I guess I can try to write longer. Again, sorry for the rant at the start. It will not happen again.
Kaka is 'mama'
Chichi is father
Kirainaku is without discrimination, indiscriminate, without distinction, without differentiation
As far as I know (what the internet translator tells me) this is what the names mean. If I am wrong with these, tell me. I don't know Japanese, at all.