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Hey friends and fans, I'm alive! Japan didn't get to kill this author!

But I digress; this is a fic I came up with after playing years of DotA 2 (Outworld Devourer) and seeing occasionally seeing Deidara's title as the 'Mad Bomber'.

The problem with this fic is that…

Well, I'll let you read the fic first, then at the bottom there's another important AN, way more important that this one and will dictate how the story plays out.

Also, this is yet to be confirmed but for this fic, would anyone like to see !femItachi and !femSasori?

If you'd like to see !femItachi, !femSasori, tell me, I really love seeing the Female Akatsuki Members (picture in bio), they're super adorable!

PREVIEW

Sitting precariously on the edge of a cliff surrounded by a sea of sand, Naruto hung his legs off the side, swinging them back and forth mindlessly as he rummaged through his thoughts. He brushed his hair backwards absently, only for it to fall back to his eye level, its weight and mass making the teen look like an unkempt ruffian, albeit a rather handsome, unkempt ruffian.

"Ruminating, Naruto?" A vicious ear-grating voice broke his train of thought. The shaggy haired blonde blinked his one visible eye before turning to his hunchbacked companion, Sasori. Meeting the hunchback's narrowed eyes with his own blue one, he smiled.

"Ah, Sasori!" Naruto stood up, overshadowing the puppeteer, their black cloaks billowing in the wind. "I guess I could be." He shrugged, "I was just thinking about my little brother, Deidara-chan, un." Naruto scratched his head awkwardly, "I hope he's alright by himself, hopefully he's made a few friends already, Lord knows he hates me to death." Naruto sighed sadly at the end, dearly hoping his adorable little brother didn't want to strangle him with his guts.

"I find it interesting that you still care about your little brother despite all that you did to him."

"I'll have you know that I did all that to help him, hm!" Naruto bristled in anger from the puppeteer's words, his lone eye narrowing, glaring right into Sasori's own eyes. Even the scope that covered his other eye seemed to zoom into Sasori's puppet's face angrily. "Everything I've ever done was to help Deidara-"

"-And I never said that what you did was bad for him." Sasori cut him off, the giant metallic tail swooping out from under the sweeping cloak. The thin, razor sharp edge placed itself under his throat swiftly, daring him to continue. Naruto didn't even flinch.

Well, okay, maybe a little bit.

A twitch at most. He had seen countless of people getting impaled by that fucking thing. Shit was sharp as hell!

Emotionlessly, she began to explain her words. "He might think that what you did was bad, but when you strip the flesh away and leave the bones of your actions, he would have realised that all you did was save him from a life of slavery and solitude." The tail retracted, back into the darkness of the cloak as if it never existed. Naruto released his anger before reaching into his pouch, grabbing a small chunk of the pliable solid. Soon, the familiar taste of clay filled his mouth briefly before he pulled his hand back out, still in a fist. In the middle of his closed palm, a slit opened, and a tongue rolled out, spitting out the clay it had eaten into his enclosed hand. A rather grotesque sight, seeing as normal people didn't have mouths sewn onto their hands, complete with tongue and teeth.

The tongue had moulded and crafted the clay masterfully, adding his explosive chakra into the mix and forming the shape of a small bird. Tossing the bird high up into the air, he began forming the sign of half a ram, allowing his chakra to channel into the bird, allowing the falling bird to grow in size.

As it dropped past the cliff's edge, Naruto waited for a second before the bird came back up, suddenly sentient. It was one of the abilities the Iwa Kinjutsu provided him, giving him the ability to breathe life into his little clay creatures, giving each and every one of his creatures a different set of skills.

Spiders and flies were used for stealth. Birds, grass-hoppers and other fast insects were used for quick attacks. His bigger animals were used for large-scale bombings as well as for transportation, such as the bird that he had currently created.

Releasing the flow of chakra, Naruto put his hand back down before looking at Sasori, nodding towards the large clay creature. Sasori grunted before skilfully hopping onto the enlarged -three-man sized- bird, an impossible feat considering the stout size of Sasori's puppet armour. Naruto soon followed, jumping behind the brutish puppeteer. The bird began to flap its white wings before taking off to the skies, gliding along the clouds.

He sniffed and he rubbed his nose; uncovered eye darting to Sasori's hunched back. "We going anywhere in particular?"

"Leader-sama assigned us to do bounties, perhaps one from Kiri." Sasori said firmly, still looking ahead, ignoring his look. "Now let us proceed." Naruto sighed at his companion's lack of speech; collapsing onto the bird's back while looking up to sky, blue meeting blue.

"Hm, Are you ever going to come out of that shell?"

Sasori thought about it briefly, "… Maybe. When I'm comfortable."

"What?" Naruto protested as he leaned upwards, his elbows supporting his back. "I'm not comfortable to be around? I'm great, un!" Naruto pouted at Sasori.

"You're also insane." He smiled at Sasori's short response.

'Sasori didn't deny that I was great, score!' He grinned before replying. "Fair enough, but whom in the Akatsuki isn't?"

"Hh." Sasori relented, finding his answer to be quite true. But amongst all of the Akatsuki members, even the blood thirsty Hidan of all people, Naruto had an obsession with not only art, but knowledge. Comparable to even one of the Sannin, Orochimaru, whose greed for the mastery of all jutsu known to Shinobi-kind was but a tiny little dot to Naruto's massive craving of all kinds books. He was a complete bibliomaniac.

Every kind of book that he could get his hands on, he would read as soon as he could. The blonde was a literal walking library of knowledge containing all kinds of passages from books, spanning a whole variety of genres including literature, poetry, biographies, encyclopaedias, art, science, from fiction to non-fiction.

Whenever he got into battle, his persona changed. Gone would be the cheerful, idiotic and playful face, replaced with one of utter insanity, a mad grin on his face as he blew his foes apart. A lust for proving that he was better, both mind and skill, than those he faced up against.

Even now… Sasori's eyes darted to the corner, the peripherals the puppet provided showing that Naruto was busy reading a book about Medical Ninjutsu, the book covering the sun from his face as he read. It was but one he had just unsealed from a seal on scroll he carried. A rather helpful tome of knowledge he had bought off a merchant, seeing as he was always in the presence of explosives that could blow a limb of two off was he to mess up in a fight. He could be his own enemy sometimes.

Sasori had witnessed his fits first hand during their partnership. Even stranger was that Sasori was stronger than Naruto, and had beaten him multiple times in realistic spars, forcing the blonde to admit that the ex-Suna Nin was stronger than him. And yet the blonde was strangely civil, if not overly friendly to the master puppeteer. Sasori had no idea what brought upon the niceness when he usually fumed over his losses and concocted plans to get stronger, but guessed that it boiled down to having someone that appreciated some form of art, despite their differences, inside of the criminal organisation.

It was also the reason why he developed the scope on his left eye, something he created after losing more than a handful of times to his long-time (best) friend and rival, Uchiha Itachi. The scope on his eye provided long-range observation, and he had trained the eye itself to counter genjutsu, allowing him to see through and negate them. When he did this, his visible pupil would contract. It still wasn't able to fight off Itachi's Sharingan, but he was still trying to improve it as much as he could with the big brain he held behind that thick skull of his.

Speaking of art, Sasori did find it rather, for a lack of a better word, nice, to have another art-lover, and was originally startled when Naruto rushed in front of Hiruko's -the puppet's- face, asking what kind of art Sasori did, wondering if it was anything like his and if they shared the same ideology on art. Unfortunately for the blonde, Sasori did not have the same thoughts about the art-form, to make matters worse -or better?-, Leader-sama had paired both of them up together, so Naruto was constantly trying to show off his art style of, and the puppeteer quotes, 'beauty of that single fleeting moment of explosion' in an attempt to change Sasori's orientation of preserving the beauty eternally.

"Kiri's in a few hours, un." He spoke up to Sasori, not looking away as he still read his book. "Might want to get a few winks in before we arrive."

Sasori looked back to the horizon; the overhead sun casting the puppeteer's bent shadow onto the bird's wide back. "Don't worry, I don't sleep much…" Certainly not, considering Sasori's body was comprised literally of a core that supported the puppeteer's life, very tough wood and weapons of mass destruction. Sasori was not hindered by fatigue but could get chakra exhaustion.

"Eh," He shrugged, lifting his head up to look at Sasori's back, "Then you can take first shift," He yawned loudly with his partner snorting softly at his action, "Wake me up whenever you want to take a nap." He placed the book onto his face before placing his hands under his head in a relaxation position.

"How do I steer this… creature?" Sasori asked the blonde, who was just hanging on to the verge of consciousness.

"Huh? Oh, don't worry… The bird knows how to get to Kiri. Probably… Maybe… I don't-ughh…" He trailed off, suddenly falling asleep. Sasori's head shook at the blonde words, holding on tightly onto the bird as they glided through the big blue skies of Suna, straight towards the elusive and shrouded Kirigakure for their next bounty…

One of the Kiri no Shinobigatana Shichinin Shū, or rather, the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist.

"I have a feeling that you'll like this one, Naruto." Sasori muttered quietly, the words vanishing in the wind as they soared.

In the mist of Kirigakure, a lone figure stood with one hand on a cigarette while the other rested on the hilt of a bulky and blunt sword. Puffing out a small cloud of smoke, the figure breathed deeply, wondering just where the scouts that he was supposed to meet up with were at.

"Tch," He spat, "Fucking kids these days… I'll teach them a lesson when they fucking get here." Shaking his head, he took another puff from the cigarette before dropping the smoking stub onto the ground, stepping on it with the sole of his sandal.

The figure was clearly a man, approximately in his late twenties and had an eyepatch covering his left eye, sprouting from beneath his Kirigakure forehead protector. He also had long, brown hair, a long beard which he wore in strands adorned with beads and his lips were also noticeably dark in colour.

"They'll realise not to make Munashi Jinpachi wait on them." He sneered, "Maybe I'll show them Shibuki's (Splash) explosions up close and personal. A limb should suffice for the time spent waiting for them." Jinpachi grinned, showing off his sharpened teeth.

Suddenly, a rather ominous feeling began filling the misty air of the area. A chill went down his spine, his violet eye darting left and right, trying to find the source of his unease. He hadn't survived this long, in Kiri no less, by being so careless. No, whenever he was assigned missions, he would keep his eye on both the enemy and his teammates, no telling when they would stab him in the back just to take his blastsword and place in the Seven Swordsmen.

Had Jinpachi known what was coming, he certainly wouldn't have come out of bed today.

A few whistles were the only warning he got before a flurry of white birds came soaring through the mist straight at him. Not one to ignore such a strange sight, Jinpachi sprang into action. With finesse one would not expect from his thin frame, Jinpachi grabbed Shibuki and swung the blunt sword at the incoming bird, unfurling a long roll of paper from the action.

"Bakutō Jutsu: Happa Rokujūshi (Blastsword Technique: Blasting Bridle Repeating Death)!"

The explosive paper surrounded the birds before a massive explosion shook the area, dust scattering from the blast zone and going high up into the air. Jinpachi slid backwards, holding Shibuki in a manner that would protect his body from any fast moving shrapnel or debris from the explosion. It was a common manoeuvre for the Jonin to perform, seeing as he used explosives as his main source of fighting.

But those birds… His violet eye narrowed, scanning the mist for any signs of enemies or said birds. He had never seen such a thing. They certainly weren't real birds considering the lack of detail they had, with black round eyes and the lack of feathers was rather obvious.

Growling, he bared his shark-like teeth and raised one hand, muttering the Seven Swordsmen's signature technique.

"Kirigakure no Jutsu." The fog began to get heavier, and this time ensuring his attacker had no idea where he was. As the mist was quickly shrouding the area, Jinpachi made haste in vanishing into the mist as he prepared Shibuki, ready and awaiting to wipe his attacker off the face of the world in the form of a grand explosion.

Hovering above Jinpachi were the two members of the Akatsuki, still riding the large clay bird. As the Shibuki's explosion went off, the large bird strafed to the left, avoiding the hail of rocks and dirt that came from down below. Naruto squatted and leaned forwards, looking over the side of the bird for the target, spotting him still safe and sound, if not confused, away from the blast zone.

"Drat. He's fast. I don't like him, not one bit." Naruto frowned, eyeing the figure in the mist, as well as his unique sword. "That blastsword interests me though… An infinite supply of explosive paper sounds great! Maybe I can keep it as a souvenir…" Naruto said, but his thoughts were much different than his words. 'I wonder if Deidara-chan can lift that thing... Eh, if that skinny guy can, that little trap can too. Hopefully, he likes his new birthday present.'

Sasori turned to look at Naruto, "I presume that you want to do this by yourself? Trying to prove yourself to me?" Sasori spoke rather sarcastically, a rarity considering the fact that the puppet master was usually emotionless.

The blonde smiled, "Hm. Yeah, you wish." Naruto chuckled before reaching back into his pouch for more clay, allowing the Kinjutsu to add his explosive release into the material as he moulded more clay. "Say, what's he doing out here all alone? Was he meeting up with someone, hn?"

"Yes, but not to worry. I've already taken care of them, merely a bunch of frightful Genins, absolutely no use for my collection of eternal art." Sasori said with pride. Below them, Naruto grimaced when more mist began to flood the battlefield. Both of them knew that Jinpachi would lose this fight, considering the man couldn't use his weapon to hit them, limiting the man down to only Suiton Jutsus.

Naruto hummed along with his senior's words, barely paying attention as he just barely scouted out Jinpachi through the thick shroud.

"Eternal, Schme-ternal. You wouldn't know true art if it hit you in the face." Seeing as his prey decided to hide and bid his time, Naruto would, in turn, flush him out of hiding. Sasori noted that his demeanor changed, alerting the Akatsuki member that Naruto had lost it again temporarily.

Shaking his head disappointingly, Naruto's visage morphed into one of annoyance, ticked off that his opponent wasn't fighting back. "Tsk, trying to hide? I'll show you that no one hides from my little toys! From true art!"

Pulling one of his hands out from the pouch, Naruto chucked the clay that he was moulding down towards the ground, scattering them around in the form of medium sized pellets while the other hand tossed larger balls high up into the air, with them sprouting the usual black eyes, wings and fangs as he snapped his fingers. The pellets were specially made to force his enemies out of hiding through scare tactics. The flying balls on the other hand were bats and very much similar to birds, albeit much more slower in terms of speed, trading the movement for a bigger bang.

Naruto grinned maniacally as they disappeared under the heavy, damp blanket.

"Art... is an EXPLOSION! BOMBS AWAAAAY!"

AN (PLEASE READ): THIS IS A TEST FIC, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS BUT WOULD LIKE TO CONTINUE IT. HOPEFULLY SOME OF YOU CAN GIVE ME SOME ADVICE.

IT WILL BE SLIGHTLY SIMILAR TO MY OTHER AKATSUKI FIC: TToK, ONLY WITH DIFFERENT PAIRINGS AND CHARACTERS.

I have a few ideas on how to make it so that Naruto gets the Kinjutsu from Iwa.

Please review these options and pick accordingly:

A) Naruto is son of Minato and Kushina, and Deidara is his little brother. After the Kyuubi is sealed, Naruto ran to search for help with baby Deidara in his arms and was eventually taken by Iwa scouts, who decided to take him to Oonoki to be raised as one of their own given his powerful heritage, sealing his memories away until eventually the seal breaks in an accident. Then Naruto takes Deidara and leaves, returning to Konoha, when he regains his old memories.

Deidara is the Jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi in this case.

B) Born in Iwa to completely different parents/some other way. Deidara is still little brother and is the Jinchuuriki of the Gobi. Naruto takes Deidara away and runs from Iwa –and steals the Kinjutsu as well- to avoid the mistreatment they would give baby Deidara, going to Konoha for refuge. *Later on, he betrays Konoha and 'joins' the Akatsuki to protect Deidara. (this is similar to TToK, except in this one, he pretty much cares only for Deidara/Love interests.)

C) Maybe one of you can think up a better introduction.

If you like what you have read so far, I have to ask you to review in order to get your opinion.

Thanks again for reading!

Review if you'd like me to continue or not. Your opinions actually matter a lot to me.