Deidara of the rock
Summary: After being chased from his home village, thirteen year old Deidara has no other choice but to wander the elemental countries. What will he do when he sees another blond being chased out of his own village just as he was?
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto
Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my story! Yeah! This one just like all the rest is something that came out of that lively little place that I call my mind! I hope you like it!
Prologue:
A young blond boy wanders through the streets of his town, he receives stares from the other inhabitants. Some of them are even bold enough to glare at the boy and curse at him. "Damn brat! Blowing everything in sight up for fun." One man says mostly to himself, unfortunately the young boy hears him.
"You'll be next if you don't keep that big mouth of yours closed hmm!" He responds as the villager recoils in fear. The young boy stops and glares at the villager before walking away.
"We need to get rid of that damn boy!" One villager says as others nod their head in agreement. "I say that we gather as many people as we can to chase that boy out of the village immediately!" The other villagers cheer in agreement.
In the town square civilians, shinobi and kunoichi of all ages are gathered at the village square getting ready to get rid of the boy. Civilians pick up everything they can find. Kitchen knives, gardening tools, and rocks just naming a few. The shinobi disperse themselves among the civilians to surprise their target. Slowly they all start to go to his home and one brave civilian bangs on his door. "Deidara! We the people of Iwagakure demand that you leave or we will force you!"
"Oh really?" a voice says from above them. It takes a few moments for everyone to realize where he is. "Who, exactly is going to make me leave Hm? You?!" Deidara begins to laugh "Yeah right! Don't make me laugh hm!" Deidara puts his hand on his chin thinking briefly "Oh, wait." He says grinning.
"You bastard" the villager says, sneering at the brat.
"They can't, but we can."
Deidara stops laughing to look to see who threatened him. He turns around and barely dodges the kunai and shuriken aimed at his head. He sighs in frustration before putting his hands in a bag. More kunai and shuriken is hurled at him, and shinobi appear from their hiding spots from amongst the crowd.
"…five, six, eight, nine, fifteen, twenty… thirty. It's takes thirty of you to beat one of me?" He says as he avoids more shuriken and takes his hand out of the pouches containing his clay. After a few minute mores he disperses clay figures throughout the civilians gathered. Some of them scream and run away, others weren't as fortunate and were caught in the blast killing or maiming them. The shinobi take their chances and begin to charge Deidara to outmatch him in numbers. Some manage to wound him and others get killed trying. One ninja throws a pair of kunai and they go past Deidara harmlessly. "Your aim sucks!!" he manages while laughing. His eyes widen considerably when his sides feel lighter. He looks down and notices that his clay pouches have been cut from his sides with the kunai. He looks back up and barely doges a man lunging at him. Deidara realizes too late that it was a distraction to get him away from his clay and curses while the man picks up his precious clay. "Give that back!!" Deidara screams, outraged. Everyone begins to laugh and taunt him. They soon start to attack him relentlessly. After some amount of time Deidara finally gets tired and the villages drag him to the gates and throw him harshly to the ground. "Fine! You've beaten me now! Give me my clay dammit!"
"Sure why not?" One Kunoichi says as another throws the pouches to Deidara. He catches them with difficulty and villages and ninja laugh at him pretty soon the laughter gets to be very loud. As soon as the laughter gets to a max it dies down when they notice Deidara laughing with them.
"You may have beaten me, but I'm the one who gets the last laugh!!" He says. He puts his hands in the ram sign. "Art's a bang!" He grins madly as he looks at the destruction that was once Iwagakure. The villagers at the gate look behind them to see pillars of flame all around them. When they turn to look back to where Deidara was standing, he had disappeared without a trace, his laughter echoing in the air.
Woah man!!! I'm done! I'm done! I must say that was harder to write than I thought! I hope you enjoyed it!! Reviews are welcome!