Prologue

Deidara
So…I guess I should start this story where it begins. It was almost a year after I'd left Iwa, and I was obviously on the run. At the time, I found myself about a day's journey away from the Land of Snow. That is, including the amount of time for the boat to get across.
I'd been thinking about making an escape to the Land of Snow for a while now. My pursuers wouldn't think to follow me there.
As it turned out my decision had already been made for me.
Those blasted Akatsuki! They had no respect for true art! They didn't even respect me as a person. Now I'd been roped into joining them. What the fuck?
There were only three of them there at the moment, but they were talking like there were more. I told myself to watch my back from then on.
Itachi seemed to be the youngest, but I guessed he was still older than me. His red Sharingan eyes were the worst things I'd ever seen. I swore to myself there and then that I'd find a way to defeat him someday.
Kisame…was a shark. Well, a shark-man. Apparently he was Itachi's partner as well. And gills? What the hell.
Sasori I had no reading on whatsoever. And he was supposed to be my partner?
Maybe I'd get to know him later on.
I was jerked out of my thoughts with a jolt as I sensed someone watching me. I looked round.
There was someone there. A girl, judging by her…pretty good figure. She was wearing the same cloak as the three from Akatsuki. Her collar covered the lower half of her face, and her hat was tilted forwards, effectively hiding the rest. She was small. Going on that, I guessed she was about my age.
"You haven't killed him yet? That's surprising." The girl's voice was cold as she came over to them.
"What do you want here, Siren?" Sasori demanded, his metal tail flicking angrily. "This isn't your mission."
"Pein wanted me to come and see what was taking you so long." Siren answered. "And to make sure you don't kill the new guy, of course."
"We can take care of our own mission on our own, bitch." Sasori growled.
"Fuck off, Sasori."
I blinked. How did this organisation keep itself together when its members were fighting all the time?
"Well why didn't he send that blasted man-eating plant instead?"
"Zetsu is busy with another mission. So I'm afraid you're stuck with me instead."
Itachi stepped forward and put a hand on Siren's shoulder.
"Stop arguing, you two. Before the boy runs away."
"I think he's too stupid for that." I could hear the smirk in Sasori's voice as I glared at him and Itachi.
"We should really get out of here." Siren sighed, looking around at the group and walking off in what seemed to be a completely random direction.
Itachi watched as Sasori reluctantly followed her, and then gave Kisame a meaningful look before following.
Kisame turned to me.
"Come on then. It'll be a lot easier on all of us if you do."
"I guess so." I sighed as I followed him after the others.
"So, what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't, but its Deidara."
"Okay."
"So what's it like at Akatsuki?"
"Its cool I suppose. So long as we stay out of Siren's way. She's grouchy." He thought for a moment. "We've got a couple of different bases. At the moment we're staying at the one in the Land of Snow, which is where we're headed now."
"I was planning on going to the Land of Snow." I commented.
Kisame smiled
"Siren's at that base all the time. She likes the snow. It keeps her happy, so she stays there."
"What's her job?"
"Same as Zetsu. Spy. She made her own jutsu that makes her a perfect candidate for it." Kisame glanced at me. "I would watch my back when she's around, if I were you."