Word Count: 465
A/n: A little something for Kira-kun (Korikoto) because she's awesome and I've been neglecting this for a while. I think Deidara is a little off his rocker so I tried to show that in this fic, and he seems to have an unhealthy liking for Sasori, completely accidental I assure you. Eitherway, I hope you all like it.
Spoiler: For what happens to Deidara.
"Because explosions are the more superior art form, yeah," Deidara insisted earnestly, sighing exasperatedly -- sometimes it really seemed that he would never get through to Sasori.
Sure, puppets were nice, and they could have really awesome metallic sand powers, but there was a whole long boring production before anything was actually accomplished. Explosions were loud and quick and fast like an orgasm (and just as satisfying in Deidara's opinion), and he hated Sasori's stance on his art almost as much as he hated the Sharingan.
And some days, when he's pissed off for some odd reason, Deidara wants to show Sasori his art firsthand. He fantasizes about placing C-4 inside of Hiruko and watching it expand and bubble with potential energy, building and building in all of its gluttonous glory until it's reaches its climax.
He thinks about Sasori being engulfed in red-hot heat, flames licking and burning and consuming until there is just nothing left, he sees Sasori's singed hair atop his scorched head that somehow escaped the explosion. Deidara sees Sasori's not-eyes rolled back and looking like the waste of time and energy that they were.
Ooh, Deidara fantasizes it and it makes him want more. And one day, he was going to level the entire freakin' world, and blow civilization into (redyelloworange) smithereens. It's times like these that Deidara goes outside and displays his art to the world, shoving clay into his chest cavity as quickly and as greedily as he possible can, because he wants more and he wants it now.
And then he can feel it, expanding inside him and around him and so everywhere at once that Deidara doesn't know what to do. Then there's a burst of white light behind his eyes and there's a split-second of awareness before he's gone in orgasmic bliss, only to be woken up by a pissed off Kakuzu who's getting tired of "patching his masochistic ass up".
Mmm, but Deidara doesn't care, and one day, he was going to be gone in an explosion and never come back, in a big blast of C-4 (instead of the pansy shit he's been using because Leader says he's not expendable) and everyone (especially Sasori) will know that his art was superior.
And then Deidara got his chance, because Sasuke was here, now, with his God-forsaken eyes and that cocky smile, just like Sasori's and Itachi's that looked down on his art, and he wasn't going to take it anymore.
His art was superior and he was superior, Deidara was going to go out with a bang because it was just the only way to go, he was going to be memorable and beautiful in his last vindictive stab against the world. Deidara had never been happier, because really,
"Art was a fuckin' bang."
