(Desa's corner:

Deidara: So, Desa, this is your first story then?

Me: Yeah, I guess...

Sasori: You better make it good.

Deidara: Oi Danna don't be so harsh, it's her first story after all... Desa-chan, I'm sure it'll be great!

Me: Thanks Dei! Oh, by the way, I don't own Naruto or any of the characters, only the plot. If I did, do you really think I'd be writing this fanfiction?

Sasori: Aside from the bit about the brat's death in the beginning anyway…

Me: BUT IT WAS CRUCIAL TO THE STORY!

Deidara: My death?)

"This will be my ultimate art!"

I must be crazy, Deidara thought to himself.

"Now… I will detonate myself."

I really, really, must be crazy.

"With death, I will become art. This never-before-seen explosion will leave a massive scar on this land… My art will finally obtain the admiration it deserves!"

Deidara thought of Sasori, his deceased partner, and of the Akatsuki, the organization he belonged to. He thought of his current partner, Tobi. It was too late now.

"Sorry, Tobi…" Deidara thought aloud. "In the midst of my admiration, you will definitely die!"

Deidara stared with a half-crazed expression at the pitiful Uchiha laid before him. Sasuke attempted to stand so he could retreat, but he stumbled back down as soon as he was on his feet. Deidara had taken the remainder of his clay and had fed it into the once stitched up mouth on his chest.

"This explosion will cover a ten kilometer radius. You will not be able to get away, un! Now, tremble with fear…"

His whole body had begun disappearing, as if he were dissolving midair. Black lines that seemed to be his veins were all that remained, still in the form of the blonde's body. They began to coil into a strange-looking ball, located where his heart had once been. The mouth on his chest had formed into two white eyes and a zigzagged mouth on top of the ball.

"Be in awe! Despair!"

He threw himself back with arms out wide, with a deranged smile on his face as he watched the Uchiha's reaction.

"Scream! My art is…"

Deidara's black veins had completely retracted into the ball, which was suspended in midair. The form of his body was no longer there. It was hopeless for the Uchiha. The ball began to crack, as condensed rays of bright, white, immense light shot out of it.

"KATSU!"

The ball shattered. A ray of bright light shot into the sky. The blast quickly consumed everything in its path, stretching ten kilometers in every direction, as Deidara had claimed it would. Trees were ripped to shreds with ease, and the birds attempting to flea were no match for the explosion, which was rapidly expanding. It shook the ground violently.

"AN EXPLOSION!"

This was the death of Deidara Katsu.

-.-.- 15 Minutes Afterwards -.-.-

Three figures stood in the ruins of what once was a forest. The aftermath of the explosion had left a huge, gaping hole - nothing more. One of the figures knelt down and examined the very last place the blonde had been, before he had bombed himself.

"So this is where he died?" The figure stood up.

"Yeah. The kid suicided. Deidara Katsu, 19 years of age, an artist who was a missing nin from Iwagakure. He was an S-ranked criminal; he had been a part of an organization called the Akatsuki. The same organization you were in, right?"

No response.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Ah, yeah, sorry. Yes, I was in the Akatsuki…"

The third figure spoke up. "Hey, the ceremony's in an hour or so. We should get going; we don't want to be late. After all, today's the day everyone's being assigned partners for Judgement. If we miss the ceremony we have to wait another six months for the next, and I don't want to be stuck roaming around the face of the earth until then. It's dull."

"I also sense Konoha nearby," the former Akatsuki member noted. "It would be troublesome to run into them here."

The three figures quickly fled the scene.

-.-.- Deidara's POV -.-.-

Deidara opened his eyes. He lay there, staring groggily at the ceiling, taking a moment for his head to register the events that just unfolded. When it all sunk in, he gasped and bolted upright. Shouldn't I be dead?

He looked around. He was in a large room. The walls and ceiling were completely white, the tile floor a light golden-yellow. There were at least 3 doors on each wall, the same golden-yellow as the floor, except for one wall. The wall had a huge archway leading to a beautiful rose garden, with a fountain in the center. A gold-trimmed white desk was in front of the archway a bit, and there was a girl with short orange hair sitting behind it, reading a book. She was wearing a light purple suit. A boy with brown hair sat in a chair next to the desk, wearing the same thing as the girl. Deidara noticed he was staring right at him.

His muscles tensed. Where was he, wasn't he just fighting that Uchiha kid? Didn't he detonate himself? He felt no pain; actually, he seemed to be in pretty good shape. He was wearing his usual black shirt with the fishnet sleeves, and his baggy black pants. He had no idea where his Akatsuki robe was, though. His blonde hair was tied above his head; his usual hairstyle with the fringe covering his left eye, the one he couldn't see out of. He noticed he was also missing his clay, and his weapons, but the mouths on his hands were still present.

"Looks like the kid's finally awake, Airi!" The brown haired boy exclaimed. Deidara looked up.

"Oh? Is that so?" The orange haired girl looked up from her book, and down at the blonde. "Deidara Katsu, if I'm not mistaken?"

The dumbfounded artist could only nod his head and stare. There were so many things running through his mind, he was overwhelmed. She called him over, and he got up, wearily. Am I dreaming? He thought. Is this meant to be heaven? If it is, then how the hell did an S-ranked criminal like me get here?

"Deidara Katsu," the girl repeated. He snapped back to reality, and walked over to the desk. "19 years of age, an S-ranked criminal, and a missing nin from Iwagakure. An artist who worked with clay; a sculptor. Your creations were bombs, were they not? Also, you had mouths on the palms of your hands, and one on your chest."

"How the hell do you know all of that, un? And why are you speaking in past tense? I'm right here, god damn it! What the hell is going on, un?" Deidara was about to go insane, if he hadn't already. Just what was happening to him?

"Well, Deidara," the girl responded. "That's easy to answer. You're dead."

(Desa's corner:

Sasori: Not bad. I'm not in it yet, though...

Me: Oh, you will be!

Deidara: YOU KILLED ME! How could you, Desa-chan?

Me: Ah, haha, well technically you killed yourself... XD *hugs Dei*

Deidara: *hugs back, and pulls Sasori into hug*

Sasori: Oi brat, what do you think you're doing?... Tch... *hugs back*

Deidara: Hehe XD)