The Art Of Love

A Deidara Love Story

Part One The Sparks Are Ignited

I sat looking at the sky and taking a break from my artwork. The clouds rolled by carelessly and left me wondering how it would feel to not have a care in the world. To not have to feel pain or loneliness or loss. It must be wonderful to be a cloud. Or to be a mother of a cloud. To know that no matter what your children would always be ok and never harmed. I sighed sitting back up to look at my mosaic. It was a mother holding a child's hand and staring down at below from a cloud. It was beautiful

I put that last few tiles into place and looked at my masterpiece. Half of me was happy and the other half was sad. This piece as in many others I had unintentionally made the two look like me and how my daughter would have looked at that age. I toughed the girl with a finger tracing the waves of her blonde hair. I would give anything to have had that girl with me now to feel a child's hair again.

Ever since my own daughter was killed years ago I could not even be around children because it brought so much pain. So here I sat admiring from afar the little kids playing in the park. I spotted a little girl with light blonde hair who was about three years old. I had given names to the kids I saw regularly and this one which I had named Mana after my own daughter was my favorite. If my daughter had lived I knew that exactly how she would have looked. I smiled as I saw her playing with her two siblings and started to daydream yet again about what could have been.

Around here it was only ever silence so it startled me when I heard a rather large boom come from behind me. I turned just in time to see a shower of brilliant lights shimmer away into the sunlight. I packed up my art supplies and walked towards the lights to investigate. The closer I got to the noise I saw more and more lights of all different colors cascading over the tree tops.

I came upon a small clearing and saw a man that had blonde hair and a black cloak with red clouds on it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought I had seen it somewhere but all thoughts left me when I saw what he was doing. He was making little clay birds then with his chakra would send them flying into the air where they would explode into colors of green gold red and blue. I stepped into the clearing in awe not even thinking about how dangerous this man could be.

I wasnt even looking at him but up at his birds. He spotted me and smiled then mostly for my own amusement he sent up the rest of his birds and made them all explode making the shimmering light fall around me in all different colors. I smiled at him and said "Your work is beautiful! Not just the explosions but the birds to. Its a shame they don't last." I picked up a fragment of a head and turned it in my hands delicately so I didnt break it any more. The detail work was extraordinary and I wishing I could have a whole bird.

As if reading my mind the man walked over to me and handed me one of his birds which I hoped wouldnt blow up in my face. "Yes I work hard on them but true beauty only last for but a flash in a life time so why should art be any different?" he said taking my hand in his to close my fist around the bird. When I opened my hand there was nothing but a soft gold dust that quickly got swept away in the wind.

I looked at him in wonder and was about to ask his name when he said "Hmm well im glad you actually came here Emi. My name is Deidara and im here to ask you to come join my organization the Akatsuki. Our boss has seen you when you are fighting and thinks you would be very useful to us. Please say yes because if you say know I am sorry to say that the other choice is not something I want to do. Espically now that I have seen you. Your a true piece of beauty and when you find true beauty in the real world it is something you should hold on to for a long time."

I looked at him slightly blushing but then thinking about what he had just said. I had heard about the Akatsuki and I knew that they were an organization of rouge ninja's that did mysterious work often ending with people dead. Not that I had any problem killing people because I rather enjoyed torturing and killing people myself. Just thinking about a kill made my blood start to boil and my fingers itched to pull out my needles to begin the torture. I however restrained myself.

"I know about your group and I have to say I would be rather interested but … but I would not ever be able to harm children. Send me to kill anyone but them I just could never do it." I said shivering a little remembering seeing my own baby slaughtered before my eyes. My fingers out of habit reached up to the small vile of her blood that hung around my neck.

Deidara looked at my sympatheticly and said "Trust me Emi we know all about your past and took in account that you wouldnt do anything of that sort. Besides children are of no threat to us well … I take that back Itachi doesn't care for his little brother and he might kill him but the Uchiha's are a complicated family" he laughed as if he knew some inside joke that I didnt and it didnt ease my worries very much. But then he smiled at me a sort of half smile that for reasons I could not ever explain made me melt and get weak at the knees. There was something about Deidara that I liked and im not sure if it was that he was cute or that he was such a great artist but I felt a need to be near him.

He saw me staring at him and took that as I was still unsure so he said "Oh please come on. If you say no I will not kill you, I couldnt kill such a beautiful peace of art like you, but someone will. And how bout this ill even show you how to make fireworks out of clay and powder. So what do you say?" He held out a hand to me his eyes begging me take it. Again I was blushing since he kept calling me beautiful and I took his hand.

A strange feeling washed over me when he touched me. My skin tingled with warmth, my heart started beating faster, all my thoughts clouded, and his hand felt natural there in my hand. Like it belonged. I looked at Deidara and from the expression on his face I think he felt it to. His face showed signs of tenderness though we barely knew each other and his hand took mine as if it had done it a thousand times before. But soon he realized what he was doing and pulled hi hand away and determinedly didnt look me in the eye.

"Im glad you are coming Emi. And don't worry if anyone messes with you Ill have your back. So just tell me if you ever need anything ok? Or just come find me if you want to talk. You can even come watch me work on my sculptures if you want." he said tripping over his words and his feet as we walked. I couldnt help but laugh a little to myself. It seemed that he was fighting to find words to say and while trying to think of what to say didnt have enough time to watch how he was walking. I wonder if he was that way because of me? I knew that I myself couldnt find the right thing to say to him no matter how hard I tried.

He finally stopped talking and began just walking in front of me when he finally fell leaving me with no time to stop and so down I went with him. I fell on top of him embarrassingly. Its seems that when he had saw me start to fall he had put his hands up as a reflex and thats exactly where my chest landed. I turned bright red while he turned even redder as he moved his hands quickly and let me fall onto his chest with a thud.

We both kind of just laid there for a few minutes just looking at each other still red in the face. Finally I felt him shift under me, and again I turned red when I felt a certain something brush against my thigh, and I stood up. He stood up after me and thats when I started to pout. I realized that I hadnt actually minded how we had fallen and didnt want to get up. He then looked at me pouting and smiled at me saying "Now that face just makes you look even cuter. But I must wonder my beautiful one what makes you pout?"

I looked away from him turning red again and answered "I um didnt plan on falling specially not like that. Ive been told I do this when ever something doesn't go my way." I couldnt look at him when I said this. I knew what I was saying was to an extent a lie and I couldnt lie to people's faces. He just shrugged and we again made our way to the hideout. I couldnt help thinking on the way that a spark had just been lit between the two of us.