Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight,
You can hear the sound of soaring explosives, cutting through the air with a deafening sound. The sky is inked darkly with crimson hues and bleeding oranges, smoke slowly beginning to lift to the heavens. Cries of forests animals howl out into the distance, painful, begging for death.
Amongst the hell you lay, searing flames licking at your skin as tall trees tumble to the ground, covered in hot flame. Your blood slowly begins to seep from the deep cuts lining your body, pooling all around you in a beautiful display.
What is missing and what is there is completely lost to you. You think you can still feel your arms through all the pain, but when you try to look through the soot clouding your vision, you can hardly see a thing. But in the end it's your fault- it's your fault for running.
You would have been fine if you had just stayed still, but your fear wouldn't let you. You ran from a man you once called a friend, a man who had lost his mind.
And now you're feeling Hell. You're tasting it. You're breathing it.
Footsteps crunch the singed leaves and twigs to tiny crisps as a body approaches you. You may not have the strength to lift your head and see, but you are fully aware of who it is.
You smile in greeting; it's something you've always done. Slowly, almost inaudibly, you whisper his name. "Deidara…"
The bomber stands above you now, face devoid of any mistempered feelings; no angry scowl or twisted snarl as he's known for. No, no- he's smiling too.
Such a happy smile for such a desecrated, ravaged place. Then again, they say friends can smile through even the toughest of times.
His long coat billows in the hot wind, the foreign clouds making him seem so majestic to you. You're friend is beautiful. He takes his hand and burrows it into a holder attached to his hip, pulling out something you've seen many times.
"You were always my favorite, hm."
You watch as the lump of clay in his hand slowly is transformed into a beautiful bird. You think happily, "He remembered those were my favorite" and slowly begin to close your eyes.
That peaceful smile on your face never leaves, no- you're much too happy to let it leave you.
"I know" you reply hoarsely.
And just as he takes a few steps back, tossing the beautiful clay bird at your nearly dead form, your eyes finally slip closed. As the ground trembles and the earth quakes, as your body mixes with the earth, you embrace the death your best friend was kind enough to give you.
don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight
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