My first oneshot put up for a while... oh well. I wrote this ages ago, but it's so out of my style, I didn't know whether it was worth putting on, but, I guess it is. Injoy!
"True art is fleeting. It's here one minute, and the next—it's gone, leaving only the impression it had on you... Art's a bang!"
Deidara watched the squirming Kunoichi he had tied to the weathered wood cross with a malicious grin. She was going to die for what she did, and damn it, he was going to enjoy being the one to do it. He relished in hearing her quickened breath and pained grunts as she tried to get down.
She was beautiful, no doubt about it—a piece of art. Briefly, Deidara wondered if he should just treat her like all his other masterpieces. It would be so easy to blow her off the planet—but it wouldn't be enough. This was a special piece. She deserved to die the way he would have wanted it, no matter how against his nature it was.
He looked her up and down, grinning at his work. Rivers of blood ran down her otherwise pale and flawless legs from the ugly, jagged gashes on her thighs and dripped onto the grass under her. Her skirt was ragged and dirty and ripped in some places. Hideous gashes and dark, out of place bruises covered the normally pale expanse of her stomach.
"I'd stop wriggling if I were you, Kunoichi, un." She gritted her teeth and glared at the blonde from under her pink bangs. Pain, anger and defiance shone through her vibrant green eyes. Faintly, Deidara wondered if Sasori had noticed her eyes before he died.
He sighed and turned away—walking over to Itachi who was holding a sword out for him. He never would understand how his Danna could think that art lasted forever. Eventually, everything would be gone—including the puppet master himself. Whether it rotted, faded or was somehow destroyed, it would be gone. Deidara realized that even this Kunoichi would rot away or be taken down, and not be the art piece he was meaning for her to be, but in honour of his Danna, he wouldn't be the one to destroy his only art piece made to last.
Sasori had died from two swords through his heart—she would suffer a similar fate. Her eyes widened in recognition. Deidara smirked and nodded, lifting the blade up so she could see it glint against the fading sun. Deidara paused, looking at her relatively untouched arms. He stabbed the sword into the cool ground, and walked over to the suspended girl. She growled around her mouth tie as he ran his finger across her stomach, gathering a bit of her red blood onto his finger. She tried in vain to pull away as he wrote across her arms.
He stepped back and admired his work again before pulling Itachi's sword from the ground.
"Say good-bye... Haruno Sakura."
With one confidant thrust, he stabbed Itachi's sword into the girls heart, making her muffled scream ring out through the clearing—scaring birds in close by trees away. He stepped back once again and memorized the sight of the dead Kunoichi before turning to Itachi and walking away.
They left the girl hanging off a crude cross; a bloodied sword stabbed into her chest with 'Fleeting' and 'Jade' written across her arms.