Disclaimer: These characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, but this story belongs to me!
This story is writen in the point of view of a very angry Tobi (author hugs the angsting Tobi).Please don't get me wrong, Deidara is my favourite character in the Naruto series and I don't want any of you people thinking that I hate him or something.
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Bitter
It was his masterpiece, his magnum opus, his all-time greatest work of art.
But from the way I see it, it was his way of escaping, hidden under the clever guise of "showing everyone what real art is"
Or something like that.
If I could talk to him right now, I would ask him "do you regret it?".
But I already know what his answer would be.
Because I know that he wasn't afraid of death.
I know that he was ready and happy to die in the name of his art.
And I feel as though I should be mourning his death,
But for some reason,
I can't.
Maybe I'm bitter,
But he was a fool.