Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Prologue

I've always lived my life doing what I love the most; making art. And I sure as hell wasn't afraid to show it, yeah! My clay art was ephemeral; though lasting for a few moments, eventually became fleeting explosions that would forever embed itself in the minds of whomever witnessed it! …Or became it, rather.

And here I am, about to become art itself, hmm.

I ripped those stitches that sealed my ultimate art off my chest one by one, feeding the mouth on my chest the remnants of my clay. A manic grin crossed my face as I stared down at the bratty Uchiha before me. He's going to die at my hands—but, hell, so was I.

And I accepted my fate. What greater death would there be, other than to become art, embodied in a fleeting and breathtaking explosion that would cover a radius of ten kilometers, un? Hah, those damned eyes won't save you, Sasuke! There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide— there's nothing you can do, yeah!

The brat's jaw went slack, his onyx eyes widening in fear.

A convulsing laugh ripped through my body in anticipation, as I focused all my chakra into the clay. "This is my ultimate art, hmm! This time, I'm going to detonate myself; and through death, I shall become art itself. No one's seen an explosion like this, one that shall leave a scar on the very earth itself, yeah! And then, I'll receive more admiration for my art than anyone has ever seen before! And while I will be admired, you'll most definitely be dead, un,"

I can see it.

I can see the panic on the little shit's face once the situation's sunken in, hmm.

It only made my grin widen.

Think you're so cool now, un?

My skin pales into a translucent state before becoming fully transparent, all traces of chakra centered in on one spot.

Sorry, Tobi, I thought to myself. Despite how my asshole of a partner's managed to evade all of the explosions I've detonated on him, there's no escape for this one— not this time, yeah!

"This explosion will cover ten kilometers, you can't run away from this one, hmm! Tremble; be afraid; recoil in despair— cower in awe and cry your heart out, because my art... Katsu! Is an explosion!"

…Art.

Art in all its grandeur; its purest form of all.

A blinding light.

The sounds of an explosion.

A wave of pain turned to nothingness.

The darkness consumed me— consumed my life.

...Crying?

There was a brat crying somewhere.

Kami, just shut the thing up, hmm!

Hold on.

I detonated myself. I'm sure I died… didn't I?

What the fuck is going on, un?

A woman h-holding me in her arms exclaimed something in gibberish, prompting the other people in the room to cheer back gibberish.

The stranger tried to hush me. Only then, did I realize that I was the one crying.

What in art's name is going on, yeah?!

Late night plot bunny satisfied. Review if I should continue it, hmm?

~jellydonut16~