Title: Ridiculous
Rating: M—for naughty, naughty Deidara.
Pairing: Deidara x Sakura
A/N: My first DeiSaku multi-chaptered fiction with short chapters. Just a sputter of the brain as I listened to Death in Vegas. Could be interesting.
Chapter One
Fountainhead
Winds felt like waves on skin that itched to be hid from. The harsh slaps against the eyes, neck, and lips proved to be quite disconcerting as he maneuvered himself across trees and a few mountains. Descending towards a field nearby, he didn't notice that he was nearing a hidden village's territory.
He decidedly encircled the whole place whilst in the air, trying to detect any chakra signatures close to where he would land. He slowly landed his way of transportation on the soft earth below and gave out a huge sigh. He gently patted the head of a clay bird that he had just dismounted from and relaxed his aching muscles.
It had been a really long journey for him. Leaving everything behind in his old village had not been as hard as he thought it would be. He reached farther enough than he expected that he had almost forgotten that he was once a part of a pact. Of somewhere that he once had called home.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of bread and munched on it. His blond hair matted down in his high ponytail. He patted the loose strands when it curtained on his face whenever he took a bite. He groaned as he took the last bite of the bread, still not fully satisfied.
His stomach grumbled as he looked for a river to drink from. The sun had started to set and he was still in need of a place to stay. He found a river close from where he had landed and drank with the help of his hands. He was shunned by a lot of peers because he was different. Because he had a bloodline that they did not understand the value of.
His hands were everything to him—because of them, he created the most precious art that humans could ever hope to achieve. He looked down upon his palms and saw the mouths on them give out a grin. He smirked back. He didn't need people to understand him. He didn't need them to survive.
It was time for a new beginning and he was sure to start it off with a bang.
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