Disclaimer: I Don't Own Naruto. Damn.
A/N: This idea was born after reading I Love My Puppeteers profile, nurtured during my GCSE exams and fully raised late at night when I should have been sleeping.
This is dedicated to all the Akatsuki Fans who want our boys back. Come join I Love My Puppeteers and myself in storming Kishimoto's house as a protest against the deaths of the Akatsuki!
The setting sun cast a fiery glow over the landscape. It was as thought the Gods had set the very sky of fire, trying to burn away the remnants of the day. The forest around the foot of the mountain was filled with both the sounds of animals settling down for the night and also the noises of those creatures that were only just waking. A breeze skimmed over the top of the trees causing the leaves to rustle against one another.
On the mountain side a dark figure stood out against the foliage. His left arm was raised against the light, stopping it from shining on a face that housed blue eyes that had long lost their shine. Framing the face was a mass of long blonde hair. Once immaculately clean and sleek, the golden locks now hung in greasy strands, matted with dirt and blood.
Bored of the landscape, the man turned his attention to the task at hand. The craggy cliff face would pose a problem to many people with two hands so with one of his arms hanging limply at his side; it was understandable that the blonde was frustrated with his current situation.
Looking down at his sore hands and then back up to the rocky wall, the man scowled and started his difficult climb again.
Grasping the nearest hand hold, the man could feel the muscles straining against gravity as he swung he leg up. Using all his might, he managed to drag himself over the ledge.
From here he could see his goal.
'Almost there, un.' He thought to himself. It had almost become a mantra, whispering through his mind, pushing him to keep going.
Dredging up his remaining chakra, the blonde cradled his injured right arm in the other and executed a perfect jump, landing shakily on yet another rocky platform housing the gaping mouth of a naturally worn cave. Entering the dark cavern, the man began searching for something, his eyes darting from side to side. After the bright glow of the setting sun, the shadows of the cave seemed to overwhelm his eyesight.
Suddenly the blonde saw something wedged behind a rock formation. A grin settled on his face as he approached the shape. It was somewhat human in size and shape but far to stiff to be a living being. Using his good arm, he pulled the object from its prison and knelt with it leaning against his knee. As he steadied the person shaped package with his good arm, the blonde use the damaged arm to pull at the material covering the object.
A face was revealed and the man gasped at the beauty of the puppet. Just how he remembered. The rust red hair fell over the still closed eyes of the wooden figure and the blonde gazed fondly at the lifeless doll in his arms. How long had it been since he'd heard his voice?
Too long, he thought.
The man took something out from the confines of his cloak. He held it as though it was a sleeping child. Gently he ran his fingers over the cylindrical object and with great care, peeled back the multiple seals.
The object suddenly grew warmer. The blonde holding it could feel it pulsating in his hands. Pushing the lifeless shell onto its back, the man moved the material covering it out of the way and slowly pushed the cylinder into the now-exposed chest cavity. He felt the container latched into place and saw the veins begin to creep along underneath the fake skin.
The previously still fingers started to twitch, the joints creaking in desperate need of some sort of oil after an age of disuse. Heavily lashed eye-lids began to flutter open, revealing deep brown eyes, too perfect and defined to be natural.
The blonde man stepped back and allowed room for the now moving puppet to become used to the new body. Wooden arms pushed against the ground to set the puppet in a sitting position as the noise of dry wood rubbing against hinges filled the cave. Brown eyes opened fully and glanced around before finally falling on a single expectant blue glimmer, set in a dirty face.
A frown, "…Brat."
A smirk, "Danna, un."
A/N:
Yeah… I hope you realise that the person was Deidara. If not you can't join our rampage through Kishimoto's house! This is probably going to have three chapters… but only if you guys like it! Anyhoos, hope you like it guys!
Oh and if you skipped my description, then SHAME ON YOU. I worked hard on that, I'll have you know!