The Fire Dance
Dearest mom and dad,
Don't worry about me, I'm leaving for Konohagakure to start my ninjutsu training. I'm truly sorry it has to be this way, but I cannot be a doctor. My dream is to become the best fighter in the world, that's why I must learn ninjutsu! Please, forgive me for fighting for my dream.
Love,
Rika
A young girl was walking through the forest. Behind her, the last remnants of a village hid under the horizon. She turned around one more time. It was nearly dawn now, birds were excitedly chirping above her head. The girl was here, in the forest, but her mind was miles away. It was lingering in that village, the town where she'd grown up.
Suddenly Rika was shaken out of her reflection, as yellowy colors began filling the sky. 'Akatsuki…daybreak! I have to get out of here now! No time to waist.' Rika thought to herself, as she turned on her heels and ran.
"Let's see what they have here, hmm?"
"Sure." Sasori replied, as Deidara pulled him to a little restaurant. He didn't care anyways: the great thing about being a puppet was that you didn't have to wonder what you were going to eat.
It was unusual for them to be freely walking through a village at daytime, not wearing their customary Akatsuki cloaks. That made Deidara extra excited to Sasori's further irritation. He never wanted to be a babysitter, especially not to a hormone crazed teenager… Even though leader had told them not to draw any attention to themselves by using jutsu, Deidara's hands were itching towards the clay in his pouch. Any minute now and something would be blown up. 'Why am I stuck with him on my day off?' Sasori pondered.
Crashing into Deidara, Sasori realized that he should have payed more attention to his surroundings. His partner just stood there staring, eyes wide, and his mouth slightly agape.
"Deidara?" Sasori waved his hand in front of the boy's face…it didn't seem to do the trick. 'How uncharacteristic.' Sasori mused. Then his eyes slowly followed Deidara's gaze. The puppet master's eyebrows slightly rose from his bored expression: he beheld a street performance…a rather good street performance… A girl was dancing in the middle of the square. Her movements were so graceful and smooth, as if her body was made out of water or some fluid substance, constantly changing shape. And she danced whith such vigour, it seemed as though she was emitting sparks. 'No! She really is emitting sparkes and flames! …is this some kind of jutsu?' Sasori wondered. He jerked his head around as he saw Deidara – still in total trance – walking up towards the artist. 'God no! He isn't trying to draw attention to himself, is he?' But Sasori calmed down when he saw Deidara walking up to a little box the performer had put on the ground, and putting some money into it. Flashing him a grateful smile, the girl continued her dance with the utmost precision. They stayed to watch for a long time – Deidara practically glued to the spot, Sasori with a slightly less bored complexion – ,untill Sasori finally managed to pull his partner away.
