Artistic Differences.
A young boy, in the later days of childhood, paused by a workshop window, to glimpse a sunset saturated with streaks of light.
"Look, mother. So beautiful." His mother, a delicate woman with blonde streaked with gray, goes over to him.
" It is, Dei. It's already starting to change. Look- more red"
A smile crept onto his face. "It's never the same form one second to the next. "
"Mmm."
"I wish I…I wish I..." He faltered and cast his eyes down.
"Could what, dear?"
"Could… stop it."
"The sunset? Why? Why would you do that, dear?" his mother says, alarmed.
"So… so the last time it set would be the most beautiful of all." An excited flush has taken him over, and fights its way into his voice. "If it comes every day, it almost becomes mundane, but if its…"
His mother gives a worried look. "Dei, darling, I think you need to stop saying…stop saying such things. The sun will always rise and set. Forever and always."
" Oh, I know it's impossible, mother. It was just a thought."
"There are enough," a choking sob tangles her voice, "enough things in this world that don't last. Don't take that. Dei, tell me you won't. Won't, Dei."
" Mother? Mother?"
"I…" The energy drains from her voice. "I need to lie down."
Deidara looks out the window, watching the now flaming orange sun sail beneath the ground. He raises his hand, positioning his hand so from his vantage the sun rests on his one extended finger. Carefully, he guides it down. He changes it from orange to the cherry pink of an exotic bird's plumage, and finally a glowing red. When it dips below the rocky landscape, he blocks the last of the rays beneath his hand.
He feels powerful now. If he could, he'd keep it there, letting that last firey burst be its final performance.
He can't, of course.
But god knows what would happen if he could.
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