1WOOT! Meh first story! Yay!

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Disclaimer: Don't own Itachi, or Deidara, or any other of Kishimoto-san's wonderful characters...but I do own meh own lovely Dei-chan! I am her Danna... 3

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It was growing dark as he perched on a cliff outside of Iwagakure, his former home, and watched the clouds roll by on the wind. The rock nin could no longer call that village his home. He brushed away his blond hair that had blown in his face and recollected on his past.

His life was fine, his mother and father both loved him and that was how he liked it. Back then, he didn't seem to care if anyone thought bad about his 'deformity.' However, one day his father, being the highly skilled and respected shinobi that he was, had gone off on a mission. He waited patiently for his father's return. He would continue to wait... One day, his mother received a message from another shinobi and she broke down once the man was gone. He asked his mother what was wrong and she replied through sobs, embracing tightly, "Deidara...your father is... dead." He couldn't do anything besides just stand there, shocked and left dumbfounded, stiff in his mother's arms as she wept for the loss of her beloved husband.

The next day, Deidara awoke solemnly and tense as there seemed something wrong; his mother did not come to wake and greet him like she usually did. He figured she was still depressed so he decided to draw her a loving picture to comfort her. He searched through the house calling her, "Kaa-chan! Kaa-chan, un! ...Kaa-chan!!" He found his mother hanging in the closet, unable to cope with life without her love.

Since then, Deidara, only ten now, had been orphaned, homeless, and alone. Now, he also had to come to terms with how the other villagers felt about him. "Its not right for someone to have mouths on their hands, plus, its just downright disgusting!" He had to live and go to school with these words andtaunting and teasing from the other children. Even the teachers refused to give him any form of peace with their demeaning looks and comments. He finally just stopped going to school and just wanted to be left alone. He made himself a small shelter in a cave on the side of a nearby mountain, hidden by a large tree. He wanted to continue with his art aa well, going out one day and gathering clay. He made a small stock of it inside his 'home' and started to try it out. Having never used clay previously, it was amazing to him, how it squished between his fingers, being able to mold into anything he could imagine. Then, something awkward started to happen...the mouth on his hand started to eat the clay! As it chewed, he could feel his chakra flowing to his hand. After a good minute or so, it spat the clay back out. Thinking this strange, he continued to mold it. Seeing a bird outside, he felt inspired and made a small model of it with the clay. Somehow, before his very eyes, the bird in his palm came to life and took flight. It joined its real-life counterpart and soared through the skies along with it. An idea popped into the boy's head as he remembered feeling his chakra rushing to where the clay had been chewed. He put his hands together in the common jutsu hand sign, focused his energy and yelled the appropriate word for focus, "Katsu!" His flying creation then exploded with the ferocity of the chakra put into it, taking the living bird down with it.

Since that day, he trained himself to work with these explosives that so fascinated him while keeping up with his art at the same time. He taught himself to make various types of birds, insects, and spiders; all with their own different abilities. His favorites were the birds which would expand to a giant size that he would ride on. Some of the villagers had taken notice of his actions and informed the Tsuchikage. He issued an order to bring the boy back into the village, give him proper training as an official ninja, and have the black ops help him perfect his chakra control and his explosive creations.

The boy was taken in and trained beyond his limits. He was sent on mission after mission, bombing enemies and, eventually, being able to destroy entire enemy villages with a single bomb. He realized he had different levels of chakra: C1-C3. He learned to control what kind and how much of it he wanted to use to create different explosive types. He had just returned from a very trying mission, wanting only to feel the relaxing warmth of the hot springs. On his way, he passed the residence of the rock country's beloved Tsuchikage. He stopped and his, masking his chakra, when he heard two others coming out of the tower. He saw his personal sensei walking along with the Tsuchikage.

"Keep training Deidara and make him strong. He will be the Rock's greatest weapon against its enemies."

"What about after the war is over, sir?"

"By that time, we will have taken over much of our surroundings and expanded the rock country's boundaries. We will have many other strong ninja; he will be of no more use to us. When we're done with his abilities...kill him."

"Yes sir..."

Deidara couldn't believe what he had just heard. They were using him like a worthless pawn. He desired more than anything to be wanted and needed, but not in such a way as this. He would get them back for what they have done and show them exactly what kind of monster they actually created. But first, he was dirty, smelly, and in desperate need of a bath.

The next day, he awoke at around six a.m., an hour earlier than his alarm was set for. Figuring he couldn't go back to sleep with enough time for it to be effective, he turned his alarm off, showered, dressed, and started chewing up some clay in one of his hands. He molded it and let it loose to expand into one of his larger birds which he rode up into the sky to watch the sunrise and ponder on just how he would exact his revenge. As he watched the sun inch up from the horizon and marveled at its artistic beauty, he scanned over Iwagakure. It was actually a very nice village with very artistic architecture. A bit later, judging by the position the sun was currently in, he felt it was now time to head over and report to his sensei.

As he walked into the room, hewas greeted by his sensei and given a new mission from the Tsuchikage.

"He wants you to travel to our neighbor village and destroy it. You know how it goes. Don't let yourself be discovered."

"Yes Sensei, un."

Deidara smiled inwardly as he was given a perfect opportunity to exact his revenge on everyone who had wronged him and ruined his childhood.

He flew back to his home and stocked up on his clay and packed what little belongings he had. Jumping back onto the massive clay bird, he soared high over the village while preparing some clay with his hands. He then let loose hundreds of clay spiders to flood the streets and then another couple hundred birds to fill the skies. Oh yes, he would destroy a village. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one they intended...

He sighed, preparing himself for what was about to come. Putting his hands together to make the appropriate hand sign, he paused, smirked, focused on one single bird and yelled, "KATSU!" The bird combusted in a beautiful artisric blend of red, orange, yellow and white causing a chain reaction, startling the other birds and causing them to explode as well. One of the birds and flown down close to the spiders in the streets before it exploded creating a domino effect of explosives, destroying everything on the ground. Deidara sat on the back of his bird, high and away from harm and speculated on just how beautifully and artistically his former home ceased to exist. Nothing lasts forever. True art is short and fleeting and it can only be appreciated for that veryshort time before it withers and dies. And true art dies beautifully. Deidara would take these words to heart and never forget them.

Well? How'd you like it? I love comments and appreciate constructive criticism! Thanks for reading! Gonna try and get the next chapter up soon!

Bibochan! 3