Blonde bleeds into black awkwardly, a sick clash of colors and a sicker clash of blue into (-white? Gray? Lavender? Depending on the personality, perhaps, Neji's eyes have been dulled into-) gray, a gray reflecting flames, matches, lighters, cigarettes, Deidara could burn it to the ground, burn it all, destroy everything, and still have that sick little smile on his face as he does it, but Deidara doesn't find it sick, heavens no, to him it's just beautiful. (-But Neji doesn't think it's beautiful, so Deidara must prove him wrong, prove him just oh so wrong, Neji was wrong, wrong, WRONG, dumb, pretty little Neji, oh how dare he-)
And so he burns him hard, from the inside, tearing his ass in two and making him beg for it, more, MORE (-glut in it, pretty harlot, pretty Neji-) And when Deidara is done blonde is bleeding into black and blue into blood, and Neji's eyes are raw and red, and the screams died down, and the gunpowder stench emanates from his skull, along with the fragments of clay bombs Deidara had crushed into his skull. (He had to prove him wrong. He had to prove him-)
"Sasori, danna…"
"What?"
"Can you make me a puppet, yeah? The corpse is still fresh…"