Hello! This is our first story. Why did I say our you ask? Well because Bomb artist and Puppet prodigy are two separate people! Any how, this story will be good I'll assure you. We are two people with totally different writing styles. Bomb artist will be writing as Deidara and Puppet prodigy will be writing as Sasori… I mean that is so obvious but, eh, you get the point. On with the story! R&R!
The Shadow of the Puppets
Prologue:
*Deidara's Pov*
Do you know that feeling when you think something isn't right but it turns out to be so different? How about you have some suspension of the first person you meet? The kind of person that has continuous rumors spread around of him doing illegal things? The person who has the reputation of being a loner? A puppet obsessed freak whose girlfriends seem to always disappear?
Well that was what I was told. I'm the new kid to attend at Konaha High School and I'm already hearing rumors about some red headed kid who stays by himself. I see him every now and then but never bothered to talk to him. We share a fair amount of classes together, but I never tried to introduce myself. Fear took control of me. I've heard so much at one time from so many people about this red head that wasn't good.
People believed that he turns people into puppets and collect them. I can't help but believe too because one time I've seen him pull out a puppet that looks just like this girl in my science class. I dared not to say anything because of fear that he might harm me in many ways.
I dared not to make eye contact with him, for one time I did and I've seen that they held dislike and something that was hidden. Could these rumors about this red head be true? The rumors that says that he might be the one to cause the disappearance of many people and turned them into puppets. I'm worried now. But I won't accuse of something that might not be true. But if it is, I believe everyone here is in danger.
I've also observed his artistic style. The damn kid things it's eternal. He's really good at what he does but I'm still afraid of him. He eats alone in the corner of the cafeteria and writes in a note book that was yellow. Could that be the names of his victims? I would always ask myself that question, leading me to not concentrate in class as much.
I over work my brain at night to try and figure out the strange red head. I wonder, could those rumors about him be true? My mom always told me not to judge a book by its cover but still. You can't blame a guy for wondering. Why is it that I want to know about him so badly? A lot of questions, yet still not enough answers.