A/N: I've always wondered…And before any of you say it, Bakuton is cannon.
Death was...quiet. My ears were ringing, but that made sense. I did die in an explosion. A beautiful explosion, but an explosion. Don't know why our house exploded over family pizza night, don't much care.
Not like it mattered, anymore.
Despite it's quiet, death was warm. Absurdly so. Like, I can actually feel something warm flowing through me. Ectoplasm? 'Does becoming a ghost feel like water is always in me? Dunno. Can I move?' Yes, Yes I can. People are talking? Sounds...odd. Muffled and foreign, yet familiar. Maybe everyone spoke spirit? They seemed...not quite angry, not quite excited. Somewhere between curious and happy. What, could most ghosts not move in this void-place? 'Fuck that, Doing it again!'
"...its...early...why...think?"
'Early? Why think? Okaaaay? Should I not be sentient again or something?' I tried moving again. The voices came back, closer and louder.
"Don't...could...early...baby…"
That...didn't make sense. 'Early baby?' Wait...no. Nope. Not even going there. Moving again. This place is circular, and there's some kind of barrier stopping where it tapered off. Every time I moved something sloshed. There...there was a long cord of something connected to my stomach. No. Fuck no. I...I don't believe it. Refuse to, even. Fuck that. Fuck off. Nope. I did not get reborn. I prayed, I did my best to not get put back on this shithole planet! The fuck?! I...I can't...No…
-9 Months, 15 days later-
I was almost six months old now. Which means I was indeed reborn. Birth was...awkward. My mother screaming, someone rubbing my head, being squeezed out like an oversized turd...yeah, freaky. I expected to get my bearings when coming out. But no. I don't get to. Why, you may ask?
Because I'm fucking blind.
Fun! And, better yet, my parents either didn't notice or didn't care. I hoped the latter. I dealt with stupid parents once, never again. But, hey, at least I can wax english once my tongue gets under control. Oh yeah, the people 'round here chat in good old Moonspeak. Japanese. Thankfully I knew a fair portion of the language due to my stint in said country for a few months. And anything missing I could fill in with time. However, a few words caught my ear in the worst way possible.
Tsuchikage. Iwa. Jonin. War. Yondaime. Chakra. Deidara
Emphasis on the last one. It's my name. I can hear you already. 'But he's not blind…' Yeah well fuck you too. This happened, I don't like it, you shouldn't either. If you DO find my situation funny, then your a psychopathic douchebag.
"There you are!" An old voice laughed. Hands wrapped around me, picking me up and putting me in a rather comfortable position. "You look just like your parents, don't you?" The voice mused. "Oi! Kitsuchi! Get ready to go! We'll be taking care of this guy, alright?" A humming noise from a younger voice. "Be careful around this one. He has the Bakuton. Any chakra fluctuations are to be reported to me immediately. If not me, one of the Black Ops watching the house, got that?" I assume the man nodded, for there was no sound bar some cloth ruffling. "I know your only a recent jonin, but this guy is to be your little charge, got that? Call it your first mission."
"Yes, Tsuchikage-Sama!" A gruff, manly voice said. Wait...is that watery stuff I feel chakra? But, that would mean…
Fwuup
'Holy shit I can do Bakugo's hand sparks!' Minus the inner nerding, the old man's thoughts were pretty similar. If his and the mans muffled cursing and hurried pace were anything to go by. 'Hm,' I mused, 'I wonder if this'll stick around when I get the hand-mouths?'
-8 years later-
Kurotsuchi was adorable. Resting at seven, she was almost as energetic as myself, and equally prank-inclined. While less so on the pranks, Akatsuchi was fun to hang around with. Bit of a rule stickler, but he was quick to join us...most days. Other days my hands needed to spark a bit from disappointment before he caved. Tch, pathetic nine year olds, turning right around as soon as their pals decided to get a little teary eyed. Or maybe it was just him…?
"Deidara-nii! Hurry up!" There was the tyke herself. Even now it was easy to tell who she would become. Chakra curiosity, love of Iwa, assumed looks, flaming temper...oh yeah. I could see it.
"Coming!" I laughed, jogging from the Dango vendor with a small laugh, passing my newest friends their own sticks as I nibbled at my tasty treat. "So, what mischief shall we get up to today minions?" I asked, leading the older and younger kids with a skip to my step. My blind eyes stayed statically ahead as Chakra flowed through my feet and into the earth. Yeah, I could Toph. Suck it fanboys. Nimbly dodging a passing...Chunin? His Chakra reserves said Chunin. Passing a Chunin, I listened to my affectionately names 'minions' for a response.
"Hmm…" I could see/feel Kurotsuchi biting her bottom lip in thought. She snapped her fingers, bouncing in place. "Lets go mess with Jiji!" She squealed. I sighed dramatically while Aka chuckled good naturedly.
"Kuro-minion, we did that yesterday." I drawled, spreading my senses further. I paused, feeling a what must have been an oceans worth of Chakra. It even felt like an ocean. One full of blood.
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...Did I mention Chakra sensing is weirdly accurate about a signatures personality to the point it's creepy? Cause it is. 'And if I'm a betting boy…' I turned, jogging in that direction as I finished my Dango. "I sense cool shit this way, let's go!"
"Language!" Aka and two Jonin smoking on a nearby bench said at once. I flipped all three of them off, enjoying the sound of Kuro's giggle at the gesture. Keeping my pace-knowing that the two would be behind me-I ducked and dove between people and alleyways alike. As we approached, I sensed two bonus sets of Chakra, one felt almost muted and inhumane. My guess was doubtlessly correct. Speeding up, I 'accidently' ran into the five foot something wall of muscle that was Hoshigaki Kisame. He and his-I presume temporary-partner. Kakuzu. Rubbing my forehead in mock pain, I 'stared' blankly up at Kisame. His chakra was fluctuating in amusement.
"You alright there, squirt? I may just have to chop ya up for ramming me..." He teased with a chuckle. Based on what I knew of him, he should be around twenty-five, but just as...him. Sadistic and dark humored.
"Ha!" I barked, smirking as my nervous-looking friends caught up. "You may have some impressive chakra, and be made out of pure muscle," I said, poking his toned stomach-much to his steadily growing amusement, "but I ain't scared a' you!" I said, crossing my arms and leaning slightly backwards. Kisame laughed loudly, ignoring the grumbling Kakuzu. The old miser was murmuring about 'time is money' already, sheesh. Talk about one-track mind.
"Your pretty funny kiddo. Say, what's your name?" I huffed, rubbing at my nose.
"It's polite to give one's name first." I mused, acting rather relaxed and bored despite my small smile. He could no doubt tell/see.
"It's also polite to apologize after hitting someone." He shot back. I smirked wider.
"So you apologize every time you slug some poor idiot with one of these?" I asked grabbing his wrist and shaking the limb to prove my point. He laughed again, louder, pulling his arm upwards. I didn't let go. He held me up to eye-level with a snicker.
"Touche kiddo." He said, ruffling my hair with his free hand. I whined, smacking his hand away. The hair was off limits, after all. It took me several moments to realise how...weird it was being in the air. Everything I could 'see' vanished without me on the ground. I had to rely on chakra signatures. It was...odd. Meh. "Say, you training to be a shinobi?" He asked, ignoring the now glaring Kakuzu. I nodded.
"Yep! Sensor nin and, wait for it," I cupped my hands holding them out as if there was something in them. I gestured for him to come closer. He humored me, leaning in...and shooting back as the space between my touching fingers ignited like a large firecracker. "An explosives expert!" I laughed loudly, sending my minions and many passerby's into peals of chuckling from my harmless prank.
"Hehehe, not bad." Kisame said, taking the joke in stride. He still dropped me flat on my ass, but his chakra was laughing too, so it was okay.
"Well," I said, standing and brushing myself off, "I'm sure you two have missions to do, bounties to collect, the usual nuke-nin gig." I said carelessly, ignoring the way all nearby ninja stilled at that sentence. Did they not notice? Both Kisame and Kakuzu had their headbands exposed for god's sake! Kisame's chakra lost most of its amusement quickly.
"Hey, kiddo, have you got a dojutsu?" The shark man asked. I blinked, honestly quite lost.
"On the contrary," The Tsuchikage said-'Holy shit where'd he come from?!'- "Young Deidara is normally bad at seeing the little things. But he has his moments." The guards of our Kage looked tense. "Would you gentlemen care to explain yourselves?" The old man asked.
"Ehehe...sorry." I said, rubbing my neck at the two Missing-nin's annoyed looks. "Guess I ruined your mission, didn't I?" Kisame sighed, grabbing me by my shoulder and guiding me in between him and the slowly growing crowd of Iwa-nin.
"Yes, kiddo."
"And by the fact you haven't started shredding people-namely myself-is because this was meant to be a stealth mission, wasn't it?" His surprise and Kakuzu's not-quite-anger spoke a thousand words. "Sorry…" I murmured again, not objecting to my position of meat-shield. T'was the least I could do. I zoned out for the negotiations that followed, but it essentially was Kisame proposing variously worded 'can we leave without wasting time?'s while the Tsuchikage turned into a broken record of 'no.' Eventually the talks ended when Kakuzu put a Kunai to my temple. Then they left. Kisame's chakra flipping and rolling in disbelieving amusement as I waved and said goodbye to the two tallest Akatsuki.
Two weeks later I got a visit from the big many himself. In his first Tobi outfit, I was caught off guard by the green scarf that smacked my face...and the muscled Eighteen year old back that followed. I guessed he had teleported, seeing as he was most certainly not there a moment before. This theory was proved when we moved a solid three blocks left into an alleyway with an awkward sense of vertigo.
"Oops!" His Tobi persona said, helping me up. "Didn't see ya there!" This mother fucker…
"Hiya!" I said back, brushing myself off. I shook the last vestiges of dirt off myself and looking up at him. My smile turned to a frown as I got a feel for his chakra.
"Um...hello?" he asked, probably chattering at me a moment before. I stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. He stiffened at the contact and I don't think anybody would need Sensory capabilities to feel his panic and confusion, "U-Uh, w-why the hugging…?" He asked. I pulled tighter to ignore the suspicion I felt.
"Chakra tells a story." I said. His panic and suspicion spiked to cloudlike heights. "No specifics," I murmured into his shirt, feeling him relax a tad, "but many feelings. You felt like you needed a long hug, and a good cry." I said. The man-boy?-in my arms chuckled, patting my head.
"Thanks, little buddy!" I giggled with him, allowing the head pets and grabbing his other hand, using it to lead him to my house. He was almost as confused as I was. 'Why am I taking him to my house? Why do I feel so comfortable with a man who could kill me? Is this Genjutsu? No...I'd have noticed. I...I must be acting subconsciously.' I decided, not allowing my brain to delve deeper. Oh who am I kidding. I'm a massive fanboy and want to spend time with him.
"In here!" I said, leading him inside and closing the door behind us. "Take a seat, go on!" I ordered, bustling to the kitchen to make some tea. He humored me, sitting on my hand-me-down couch. After several minutes of comfortable silence, I brought a tray of tea out, placing the cups down and pouring us both some. I took a sip of my own after setting down the pot, and politely close my eyes so he could drink. It not only respected his privacy, but showed I trusted him to not murder me. A farce to get him to think me a kid, but it counted...I hope. He did end up drinking after a moment, humming as the taste.
"Pretty good!" He said with a chuckle, crossing his legs and balancing the tea in his lap. I smiled, mimicking the position to some success. I had to keep a hand on the cup to avoid spillage, but meh. We both giggled at me almost failure. And then we just...talked. For almost two hours we chatted together. Talking about everything and nothing. Our dreams. Our loves. Our hopes. Our thoughts. Our aspirations. Our ambitions. Our favorite everything. Our heroes. Our family(that one was a tad somber). Our views of the world(The longest.) And our skills. Eventually, however, the old man came a knocking for training, so I gave Tobi a quick hug, a quiet goodbye, and jogged over to the door. I tactfully ignored his Kamui escape as I grabbed my training stuff.
I would be visited by Tobi no less than eighty times between then and my recruitment to the Akatsuki. Guess he enjoyed my company too. Good. He was a positively wonderful conversationalist. I know he was probably moulding me for the Akatsuki...but I couldn't care less. Who didn't want to join Akatsuki? Oh I'd be changing the story; Namely Akatsuki alive, world not genjutsu'ed. Hopefully. I'd probably fail, but If I tried...that'd be enough for me.
-Three years later-
It was coming. I felt it in my bones. Tobi had visited three times this week, and dropped hints about leaving Iwa. I'd need to steal the scroll sooner than later. In fact...the old man needed me tonight...perfect. While there I could leave the note. "And off, we, go!" I whispered to myself, shooting across the city with chakra enhanced leaps. Bouncing off of light poles, swinging off of clotheslines and flags, jumping from roof edges, flipping off of water towers, even Assassin's Creed III-ing through two opened windows and a family room. The family didn't notice bar a breeze from my speed. After close to three minutes of super-powered parkour, I skidded to a stop on the old man's windosill. With a light knock, I was let in by the aged leader, sitting across from him.
"Deidara." He started with a quiet sigh. "Against many of its members better judgement, I'm inviting you to the Black Ops core." I...Didn't see that coming.
"I...am honored, Tsuchikage-Sama." His chakra flickered. He got the first message. "But I must decline for...personal reasons." I said, standing and tossing a scroll onto his desk despite the man's flabbergasted Chakra. "There's what you asked for earlier, Tsuchikage-Sama." I said, turning on my heel and marching towards the door. Literal message Two. "See ya later...old man." I said quietly at the door, opening it and slipping out as he picked up the scroll curiously. "Time to get to work." I turned left, marching to a small, hidden switch three corridors over from the old man's office.
"Hey!" The guard shouted, hopping down from his post in the rafters. "What are you doing, Deidara?" He asked. I sighed sadly.
"You shouldn't have stopped me…" I whispered, discreetly removing my left glove.
"What was tha-?" My hand wrapped around his face, and exploded. His head didn't stick around long after.
"Now I'm on the clock…" I murmured, zipping into the room and grabbing the Forbidden Scroll. Throwing it open I quickly found the desired Jutsu. Taking a little over two minutes to memorize the signs, I triggered it. The experience was painful. Ungodly so. I had been trained to resist pain, so there were no screams...but I will admit to crying. Taking another minute to recover after the process finished, I wrapped up the colossal mouth on my chest, binding it tightly until I could get its original stitching from either Kakuzu or some other surgeon. I closed the scroll and tossed it over my shoulder, clipping it on. Multiple signatures were approaching at high speeds. Kurotsuchi's was among them...damnit, minion. With Chakra-enhanced speed, I sprinted to a window, crashing through it with a blast from my still exposed hand. 'Ha! Still works!' Strapping the scroll over my back while free-falling, I landed softly on a bridge designed for Shinobi seeking to reach the old Fart's office. A deep breath, a moment to listen to the now worried and moving Shinobi in the building behind me, I took off, moving for the end of the bridge before anybody could stop me. Reaching down to my Pre-prepared bags of Clay, I opened my hand mouths for the first time, and had them dig into the satchel with vigor and concentration. It took almost ten minutes to get a Bird that might fly, but I did it. I stood, closing the satchel and preparing to throw the bird into action...when two thuds landed behind me. 'Minions…'
"Deidara-Nii! What the hell?!" Kurotsuchi demanded from behind me. "Why did you take the scroll?! Why kill that Jonin?!" She asked, barely stopping herself from yelling. Was...was she being quiet to protect me? The others were scattering across the city so…
"I'm sorry, Kuro. Truly I am." I said, tossing the bird. A burst of chakra, a puff of smoke, and I had an escape vehicle. Good. "I can't tell you right now, but one day I'll explain everything." I tried to ignore her tears and Akatsuchi's saddened look. "Goodbye." I choked out, leaping onto the bird and commanding it to fly. I ignored Kuro's screams to the best of my ability, but still couldn't help but weep with her. Maybe...maybe it was just from the pain? 'The pain that already faded? Fat chance…' And with that, I left Iwagakure for the rest of my living days...And it was time to show the world the art in an explosion.
-PoV Switch-
Obito was confused when he went to visit the interesting boy that was Deidara. He should have landed outside the blonde's house. Instead he was in open air. After quick-jumping with Kamui to the nearest intact building, Obito took in the carnage that lay before him. He felt a slight twitch in his heart as he saw the charred, blasted, and torn down district of the city that used to house his...not quite a friend, but something. Was Deidara dead, he wondered to himself, Sharingan roaming the destroyed line that lead from the city center all the way to the wall. A wet squelch sounded beside him.
"Deidara no Iwa fled the village." The plants darker half explained. Obito's brow rose in both confusion and surprise.
"All of this with the blast release…?" He asked quietly, taking in the chaotic looking warzone. Now that he paid closer attention, those craters didn't look like they'd been made by explosive tags…
"He stole a Kinjutsu scroll." Kuro Zetsu said, "Gave himself a technique that allows the user to turn any one chosen material into high-powered explosives. He escaped through liberal usage."
"Made quite a mess of the place on his way out, eh?" The whiter half mused, its eye drifting to a crater that could probably hold a mid-powered Bakusui Shoha from Kisame.
"Indeed…" Obito murmured, suddenly understanding the odd, almost knowing looks his companion had sent him. "Mark him up for recruitment after he gets a better name for himself." Obito ordered. Both halves of Zetsu looked first to each other, then to him.
"If we may ask-?"
"An explosives expert-a proper one, mind you-would be an enormous help to furthering Akatsuki's true goal, and its perceived one, while also filling a member to the ranks for the process sealing." He bullshitted on the spot. They were legitimate reasons, ones he would stick to. If he wanted the boy closer for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on...then that was just a happy little accident. Besides, someone so young shouldn't be a Missing-Nin. It reminded him far too much of how young he was when passing into the shadows. It was a cursed life. One not meant for someone who had views of the world like Deidara did. No matter now. The boy was ripe for the picking, and would make a fine addition...Obito only hoped he would prove as good a criminal as a talker.
A/N: I know this probably ain't the best, but I find writing at late night makes all your inhibitions about a story concept being 'stupid' or you being 'not good enough' seem to evaporate with the moonlight. Or maybe I'm just a vampire. Dunno. Anywho, welcome to Blind!Deidara x Kinder!Obito. Slow burn, 80% chance of no smut. Boy x Boy. Yadda yadda, you get the drill. Don't hate, please. Reviews are life.