He had his victim cornered in the dark alley with no escape. This was the end to only him.
The sword made a sickening squelch as it stuck itself into the heart of it's victim, the bearer's eyes widening in disbelief. I did not do this, he thought, more to calm himself rather than to speak the truth. He fell to his knees. He had just went on a killing rampage, and took everything out in his path with this very sword. But letting it run through the heart of this one person ended it all, and left his heat full of guilt and sadness.
Red hair swished as he turned his head, meeting the eyes of the now dead human.
An angel, is how he, Sasori no Akasuna, would describe him. A slim body of an eighteen year old, fair, flawless skin. But one thing stood out the most. Blonde hair with part of it covering half of his face, only leaving one eye to see the world. A bright blue eye.
He had killed Deidara.