Deidara's diary.
Hello people! This is my third fanfiction, so I hope it's better than the others I've written ;) And yes, before you complain or decide to stop reading, the spelling mistakes ARE on purpose; I am normally a perfectly literate being. It's just how I imagined Deidara would write if he had to write a diary.. Well, I hope you continue reading, and thoroughly enjoy the story! Reviews would be fantastic ;)
Dear diary,
...No, scratch that; Dear book,
I am Deidara, un (don't know why I'm talking to sum stupid old book, but I've been told to, so hey, un).
I'm 17. I have long, blonde hair (wich isn't even the slightest bit feminine at all, un), and blue eyes. I have recently joyned a gang called the Akatsuki. And before you say anything (wich you won't, since you're a book), I know my writing skills are rubbish- skool wasn't my thing really, un. And enyway, after what I did at my last skool (it may or may not have involved explosifs), it's not like they'd let me come back...
Enyway, this 'diary' is to rekord the stuff I do every day. Load of shit, if you ask me, un- why does enyone write down their memories in a book, when we can store it in our brain? Jesus, I can't follow this stupid logic. Totally pointless, un.
However, Sasori towld me to do this, and even if I'm not one for following orders, I am genuinlee worried about what he'd do to me if I didn't do this...
Right. I literally can't think of enything else to tell you, book, so...er...bye? Is that what you say to a book, un?
Oh, fuck this shit, un.
Deidara.