DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto but I own the fanfic and the OC's. Hehe. XD If I owned it, Sasori would not have died. WAHAHA!!! Sasori!!! Err...really, I do not own Naruto. -wink wink-
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I don't know why it is so hard to make me forget him. I don't even know him that well.
The first time I saw him was when he was making clay animals for a group of children. It was very nice of him to do so. He had blonde hair and such lovely greenish blue eyes. And his name was…
"AKIRA-CHAN!!!" Ten-year-old Sachiko Kenji cried out to his older sister, who was apparently writing in her diary…again.
"WHAT?!" Akira exclaimed.
Akira was a girl of seventeen. She had long black hair and had dark blue eyes. She is a typical kunoichi who loves hanging out with her friends, painting and developing her techniques, specifically her genjutsu and healing techniques. She hates it when her younger brother, Kenji, suddenly cries out her name for nothing.
"Oh nothing." Kenji replied.
See what I mean.
"Now…where was I?" Akira asked herself.
And his name was…
…Deidara. Yeah, that was his wonderful name. I'm happy that I still remember…him…the memories I've had with him…
-Flashback-
It was ten years ago. Akira's father brought her along to Iwagakure. They stayed there for 3 days and two nights. Akira was a bit restless back then and she would walk around the village without supervision.
While she was looking around, she heard voices of children just around the corner. There, she saw a group of children playing with clay animals. And just across them was a boy with blonde hair and he appears to be the one who made the clay animals since he was making more of them. Akira watched him from a short distance. She watched him take out some clay from his bag and started to mold it in his hands.
What she didn't know that the boy knew she was watching. The boy smiled.
Akira was planning what to say to him when she gets a chance to talk to him…and she did.
When the children left, which left Akira and the boy, the boy walked towards her and handed out a clay animal to her.
"But…I didn't ask for one…" Akira said.
"You can have it, un."
"Arigato."
"You're not from around here, aren't you, un?"
"Yeah. We're actually from Konohagakure. My dad's here for business. He brought me along because he wanted some company…" Akira paused, "Anyway, my name's Sachiko Akira…but…you can just call me Akira."
"Hi Akira…my name's Deidara, un."
"Hi Deidara! Nice to meet you!" Akira said as she extended out her hand to him. But Deidara did not. "Hmm? What's wrong? Are you shy? Come on, I won't bite."
"No, it's not that, un."
"What's wrong with shaking hands?"
"It's nothing really, un." Deidara replied as he put his hands in his pockets.
Akira gave out a sigh. "I can see that you're not use to shaking hands with other people. Come on…it's just shaking of hands!"
Deidara looked at her. And finally, he extended his hand as well.
They shook hands.
Akira suddenly felt something strange in her hand. What was it? She looked at Deidara, who looked a bit nervous.
They let go.
Akira's hand was a bit wet.
She looked at Deidara then at his hand.
"I felt something…odd…" She said to him.
Deidara gave out a sigh. "It's my hands, un."
"What about them?"
"They…" Akira got a hold of his hands and looked at his palms.
"They have mouths?!"
Deidara nodded.
"Hey…it's okay…I don't mind…it's pretty cool having mouths in your hands!"
"Really? I find them cool too…I use them for my art, un."
Akira smiled. "You like art too?"
Deidara nodded once more.
They found something common with each other…
…it was a thing called 'art'…
…and Akira thought that a new friendship has started.
-Flashback Ends-
Akira smiled. And looked at the latest entry she has written in her diary.
"Now it's even harder to forget you…" She muttered to herself as she closed her eyes and slept on her desk…
…not knowing what lies ahead of her.
