Disclaimer: Yea, So I haven't made a DeiXSaku fanfiction yet which shocks me because it's one of my more favorite cracks…heh LONG LIVE CRACKS!...crack couples people –shakes head- you pervs….I DON'T OWN NARUTO B/C IF I DID HE WOULDN'T BE THE MAIN CHARACTER:P that's right naru-luvrs I went there.

Summary: All my life I've had no say in what happens. I've always been forced to do what others want, but in my own special way. Special…yea right. But then again…maybe it's worth it in the end? Will she be waiting for me in the end?

SORT OF AU!

Okay so just a side note: This is like, totally in Dei-kun's POV so bear with me…I'm not used to first persons…let alone male POV's…..eep! I hope this fanfic turns out good!

Chapter One: Pinkie Swears and Clay

As long as I can remember, my life's been in everyone else's hands. I didn't get to choose whether or not I was a born a freak. I didn't get to choose when and how my parent's would die. I didn't get to choose whether or not I joined that damned organization. But of everything, I didn't get to choose her.

I knew her when we were younger. I was, like, eight when I met her and she was about five. Even at that young age, her beauty was stunning, even if no one else saw it.

She had eyes that shone like emeralds in the sunlight and hair the strangest color ever. Cherry blossom pink. I found out her name and boy did it fit! Sakura was one of the least popular girls among her village and I was just a young son of a businessman. I would get to travel with my Father on business if I was good.

I had sat on the swing in the park, bored out of my mind. I've seen Konoha so many times that it was dull. Suddenly, I heard a little scream and turned to see a small pink-haired girl get shoved to the ground by a group of mean-looking children. They made fun of her.

I stood immediately and rushed to her aid. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" I yelled at the younger kids and they ran off, frightened. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She looked at me like a frightened animal and nodded.

"My name's Deidara." I said with a smile as I helped her up. She dusted herself off shyly before replying in a tiny voice. "I'm Sakura Haruno. Pleasure to meet you, Deidara."

We became friends fast. I loved to sit and talk to her or play with her at the park. She didn't care that I had mouths on the palms of my hands or on my chest. She never thought I was odd or a freak. In three days I had found my best friend. But like all tales, it had to end. My father finished his business and we were to leave the next day. Sakura took the news hard.

"You're my first and only friend!" She cried as I held onto her in a hug. "Why do you have to leave?" She sobbed into my chest. I patted her on the back gently.

"Don't worry, un, I'll figure out how to stay in touch! I promise!" With that I stuck out my pinkie to her. "Pinkie swear! UN!" I grinned as she sniffled and wrapped her tiny finger around my own.

It was about 8 months later, before I managed to adapt my justu skills and learn that I could bring my sculptures to life with my hand palms. It was a brilliant breakthrough and I figured out how to keep in touch with my best friend.

One night, when everyone was asleep, I wrote my first letter to her since our departure. It was short and carefully written just for her. I sculpted a small bird and tied the note to the leg. Bringing the bird to life, it sprung out my window and flew off to Konoha from my home in Iwagakure.

My letter basically said:

Dear Sakura:

Hi! Do you remember me? I'm Deidara, un! I hope you haven't forgotten me! I miss you! How have you been? I've been okay except my mother died. Don't feel bad, though, she'd been suffering for a while so she's happy now. I finally figured out how to keep in touch with you. I promised I would! All you have to do is tie your reply to this clay bird! Nice huh?

-Deidara

It was a silly little letter, but it started an entire avalance of mail. We wrote to eachother every night, telling our hopes, dreams, pet peeves, and everything.

As years past, I noticed she would write about this Sasuke boy a lot. I felt some jealousy with every letter that his name came up. He was soo cool and soo mysterious and sooo cute…he didn't seem too special to me.

Sakura told me how he had become her crush. How she wished he would just take her by the hand and kiss her passionately. By the sound of him, though, he didn't sound like anything was passionate to him. I hated him for stealing her heart, but I never wrote that to her.

It was when I was fourteen that my father died. Attacked by ninjas none-the-less. Sakura comforted me as much as letters could. Sure she sent pictures and I did too, but that wasn't enough for me. I wanted to see her. Unfortunately that was impossible. Iwagakure was just too far from Konoha. Sakura was in the Ninja academy in her village. Top of the class with brains to match her status. I was so proud of her. We both decided together to become Shinobi and, even though we were miles apart, we both joined our academies and we became shinobi. I graduated first, of course. Sakura was going to graduate in a year. I was excited for her.

Her letters were the only good things about my life since the death of my father. I had started killing for money, becoming a bomber for hire and destroying places. I had long since been kicked out of my village.

Sakura never heard anything about this. As far as she knew I was still in my home, going on some missions and living peacefully. I didn't tell her about how that damned Uchiha Itachi defeated me in battle and forced me to join Akatsuki.

She was around thirteen when she wrote me her first tear-stained letter about that Sasuke-jerk she'd been obsessing over.

She told me that he had left her, and the village, to join one of the biggest threats to the village. He had knocked her out and left her on a cold bench. I was never so pissed at an Uchiha! I mean sure Itachi had made a fool out of me and forced me to join an organization that I couldn't very well leave, but that Sasuke had hurt my precious flower! I wanted to kill him.

None of the Akatsuki members knew about Sakura and my own connection. My letters were kept very secret and I hid them well. Thank god because I would have probably been killed for staying in contact and falling in love with an 'enemy'.

She often told me of her friends. There was Naruto, an annoying loudmouth that was as stupid as he was strong. Sasuke, her old teammate and crush that was a traitorous beast obsessed with killing Itachi. Ino was her loudmouth best girlfriend. She sounded a lot like a mean person, but apparently she and Sakura enjoyed being mean to each other.

I didn't know why, but I loved to hear about her life. I could almost always see her smiling face amongst many others. She actually sent me a picture of her team. When she asked for one of my team, I lied to her, again, and told her that my teammates didn't take pictures.

I wanted to cry as I wrote the lie down. I hated lying to her. I set my pen down as I stared at the picture that sat on my desk. I only took it out when I wrote to her. I liked to imagine myself telling her everything in my letter to her face. I loved to stare at that beautiful face. Her forehead really wasn't that big, as she said all the time, and I found it cute. She was maturing nicely. I remember how she sent me that tear-stained letter that told how Itachi's younger brother, Sasuke, had left her. I felt myself full of hate and anger at the man. How could he leave Sakura the way he did? Knocking her out and leaving her on the bench? That made me want to hunt him down myself and kill him. But Sakura kept hope that they would bring him back. She and that Naruto boy jump at every chance to find him, and it makes me love her dedication to her friends. I wonder if she'd do that if it was I instead?

After finishing my recent letter, I set the picture of her and the two boys and her sensei in an old shoebox with the rest of our letters before sculpting a small clay bird and tying the letter to it and letting it fly out of my hands into the night sky. I stashed the box quickly when I heard footsteps by my door.

-BANG! BANG!- "Deidara! Hurry up and get to the meeting room! Leader-sama has a mission for us and I am not going to wait to find out." Sasori's voice came through my door and I sighed before pulling on my cloak. The damned red and black served as a reminder that I'm more of a criminal than ever before.

I entered the mission room to see Leader, hidden in darkness, and Sasori-sama inside his puppet. That thing honestly creeps me out. I bowed respectfully to my uppers before looking at them.

"Konbanwa Leader-sama, Sasori-sama. The mission?" They nodded at me before Leader tapped his chair arm.

"Deidara, you and Sasori are to infiltrate Suna and get the Kazekage. Bring him, alive, to the temple. We will extract Sugaku as soon as you aquire his jinjuriki." (A/N: I know that's spelled wrong but currently I don't have a way to fix that sry) Leader was always short and to the point. Great for Sasori-sama.

"Sure thing, hn. We'll have that beast ASAP, hn!" I grinned. I hated it here, but no one could fake a grin like me. Sasori grumbled a bit and told me to pack quickly. He hates to be kept waiting.

As I went back to my room I looked around the dank place. I wonder if…Tick tick. The noise came from my window. I felt a true smile come to my lips as I saw the small bird on my window, note around his neck. I opened it up and felt my eyes scan it haistily. Her handwriting has gotten so beautiful over time.

Dear Dei-kun –

I'm so incredibly glad to hear you're okay. Naruto has finally returned from his private training with Jiriya-sama. Hard to believe I haven't seen him in nearly three years! He's matured nicely since our genin days. Although he's still as moronic and dorky as normal. Can you believe him? He said I looked exactly the same as I did back then! Safe to say, I punched him out of the area.

I've told you about my training with Lady Tsunade. Well I actually defeated my old Sensei! We've never been able to do that before! It was exciting to do and I loved getting to use my full strength without holding back for once. I wish I could show you just how strong I've gotten! Lemme tell you, no one can make fun of my forehead anymore! I could punch them into 10 years from now!

Still no leads on Sasuke-kun. I'm actually starting to worry that Orochimaru has already transferred into him. I just can't imagine completely losing him…I know that deep down, he's still our friend.

On a brighter note, it seems everyone is doing good. No casualties among my friends, so that is a plus.

You have to tell me, are we ever going to get to see eachother again? Well I hope to hear from you again soon…Bye!

Sakura

She could always make me smile, and I couldn't help but laugh as she told about her strength. I would hate to have to face her in a fight. The fact that she wants to see me again made my heart flutter in joy, but I don't think I ever could. Even if I didn't wear my infamous cloak, I would still have the slash on my headband reveal that I'm a missing-nin.

I haistilly packed and put on my belt which had the two bags of clay, plus one in the back along with the normal ninja items. Kunai and throwing stars and a few senbon.

"DEIDARA! HURRY UP!" I heard Sasori-sama growl from behind my door. I tightened my headband and opened the door. "I'm coming, un!" I said with a grin.

We traveled the short distance from the base camp to Sunagakure and I proceeded with my task.

In the air, I was met with the Kazekage and the object of my trip: Sabaku No Gaara. We battled and I found myself impressed with his powers. Sand versus clay, who would be victorious? Myself of course. The price of this battle was a tough one. Losing my arm was a small price to pay, though, since it could easily be re-attached with the help of Hidan. I had managed to get some of my clay bugs to tunnel inside his bubble of sand and with a smirk, let them explode. Victory was mine, as I predicted.

Sasori-sama and I returned to the cave in which we would be removing the Shukaku from the jinchuriki. Sasori-sama explained to me that because I was late (he hates waiting) he had to fight off a puppet master that reminded him of himself at one point, although he made quick work of his 'silly toys' and ended up poisoning him.

"No person in Suna knows how to make an antidote for it, or even could. It would take a medic skilled beyond anyone that exists to even create an antidote. Even if there was one that could, they couldn't do it in time to save that puppet-wannabe." He said smugly. I nodded, smirking.

Taking our places on the fingers of the statue, we formed the seals which would allow the extraction. It was long and tiresome but eventually we were greeted with slight entertainment.

"Itachi. Kisame. It appears the jinchuriki's friends are following. There are two groups of them." Leader-sama said, not breaking his focus. Itachi's shadow nodded. "I shall take care of one group."

"And I'll take the other." Kisame smirked.

Though the shadows didn't move, and I knew that their real bodys hadn't either, I knew they sent out some human puppets. The intruders would be gone soon enough.

It surprised me when, later, Itachi's voice echoed through the room, breaking the silence. "They beat my puppet." He said emotionlessly. Kisame sighed. "Me too."

Leader-sama said nothing for a moment but nodded. "We're almost finished. Let them come. Deidara and Sasori can take care of them."

Sasori-sama and I nodded, understanding the instructions. It was a few more minutes that the eye on the statue opened all the way, and the body of the Kazekage fell to the ground, lifelessly.

"He's dead, un." I mumbled and the leader nodded. The shadows of all the members vanished from the stone fingers and Sasori-sama and I jumped to the ground.

"Lets see what to do…The intruders should be here soon, I want to see how they get in, and how they handle their little surprise." I smirked maliciously, sitting down on the chest of the dead jinchuriki.

Sasori-sama and I made slight conversation, getting in our usual argument about our art opinions when the boulder blocking the entrance shattered open. I looked up, surprised at how strong the blow had been. My eyes adjusted to the light just in time to see four of the intruders. An old hag, a middle aged man with silver hair, a blonde boy with red eyes and a furious look on his face, and last a…

My eyes widened as I beheld the woman next to the boy. Her pink hair, radiant green eyes, and Konoha headband were enough for me to recognize her. She was even more beautiful in real life than that picture that lay in the box under my bed. Sakura…

OMG CLIFFHANGER ON THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!!!!! Sorry everyone, but yea! I've already started working on the 2nd chap so you hopefully wont have to wait too long! I enjoyed this story so far!

COMING UP NEXT IN "I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS":

As the last of the boulder crumbled away from under my fist I immediately ran inside, my teammates joining me. There, on the ground lay Gaara's body. On top of him, sitting in a rude manner, was a large man with dreadlocks and beside him a blonde man with his bangs covering one eye. I watched as he looked at me, his visable eye widened. Something about this man seemed very, very familiar…