Okay. I know I have like, what, 6 stories up? But I needed to get this out of my head.
Deidara's Past
NO POV
In Iwagakure, everyone was happy. Everyone had friends; everyone had a family of some sort. Everyone had food, no one was hungry, not even the orphans. The Iwagakure Orphanage was always filled with laughter, the smell of baked bread and hot tea always filled the 175 roomed building, and everyone was happy. No one questioned who cooked the food, who cleaned the rooms, who picked up after everyone. They were always ignoring him, abusing him, or ordering him around, telling him he was a low-life, the very scum of the earth.
"Hurry up with that bread!" a woman snarled at a small boy, "There are mouths to feed out there! Hurry up!" She smacked him and he gave a cry in pain, tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Y-y-y-yes Kimano-San." He choked out. He pulled two loaves of bread out and put them on a plate, slicing them into thin slices before handing the plate to the woman.
Kimano-San had dark brown hair and grey-blue eyes that were kind to everyone but him. She wore a long apron over a light blue shirt and grey pants with the Ninja headband on her neck. She glared at the boy with cold eyes and threw a piece of burned bread at him.
"Go sit in the basement. Get out of my sight." When he picked up the bread and stood she kicked him hard in the stomach, causing him to scream, tears running down his face. "I said GO!" He picked himself off the ground and quickly made his way to the basement where he sat under the steps and cried. This boy was no more than six, unhealthily skinny, with his messy blond hair tied in a ponytail with some hanging over his eye. His clothes were worn, tattered and ripped, his skin bruised and raw from all the beatings he got.
As he nibbled on some bread, he wiped the tears from his face, though they were replaced not a second later. As he cried, he felt something brush up against his leg, and he looked down to see a small kitten. It was a white kitten with a few grey spots and bright blue eyes, almost the same color of his own. She meowed at him and he smiled at her, picking her up slowly, ignoring the pain in his burned hands. He sat the kitten in his lap and tore off a piece of bread and gave it to the kitten. She ate it right up and pawed his face.
The boy smiled. "What should I-hic- name you..?" He asked the cat, still trying to calm down. She cocked her head and licked his face as if to ask what his name was.
"My name is Deidara." He answered. "Hmm… how's about…Kitai?" She licked his face again and he laughed lightly. "Kitai it is then." He crawled over to the straw mat and tattered blanket called his bed and curled up, tucking his hands into his shirt to try and keep himself warm. Kitai walked up and nuzzled her way into his shirt, popping her head out of his collar and licking his nose.
He giggled and closed his eyes, feeling Kitai's soft fur against his neck as she curled up in his shirt, falling asleep almost instantly. He began to cry again as the drafty basement made his nose begin to turn cold, it didn't help that it was almost November, either. He shuddered, bringing the blanket tightly around his face, and fell into a light sleep.
*NOTES*
Kitai means 'hope'