A/N: Hey there guys. For starters, thank you in advance for reading this : )

This is kinda my first fanfic, in a way, since I have never actually finished one before. This one, however, I WILL keep on updating. Cross my heart : P Obviously no pairings, since this fic centers around Deidara.

Next chapter will be quite a bit longer.

This is used for the thoughts of characters, for the most part:P

(Yes, actually, I DO own Naruto? You gotta problem with that, huh? Oh damn, who am I kidding...

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A brisk wind blew from the south, across the barren and rocky landscape, through the hidden village of rock. In the outskirts of the village, one small boy put up a hand to shield his eyes from the dust that was being whipped up from the ground. The little boy was about ten, and was sitting in a small hole, that he seemed to have made himself. Shielding his eyes with one hand, he seamlessly continued working with his free hand, picking up the dry earth, and studying it closely. His eyes darted intently across every small pebble in the fistful of earth he had, before he gave out a disappointed sigh, and let it run through his fingers, only to be almost instantly whipped away by the wind.

Nothing here either! This kind of earth was useless, for most anything. Not sticky enough to be shaped, not fine enough to be compacted. Fit only for farming, or something like that.

The boy slowly got to his feet, and walked slowly away from his excavation site. He would have to look somewhere else. Hanging his head slightly, he began to walk slowly towards the village of the rock. His mother would probably be worried, or something. She seemed to hate how he was always alone. You'll have lots of time to do your research later, your only a kid for so long, she would always say. Deidara hated when she said that. He never answered, afraid of saying something he might regret later.

But instead, he didn't go home. Making up his mind, he made a left turn, just before getting to the village gates, and began to walk towards a small hill, new resolve in his stride. His mother was right, really. He was only ten for so long. In fact, he was only alive for so long, so he would have to get to work. Screw dinner!

By the time he had reached the side of the hill, he was absolutely sure that he had come to the right place. "This has to be it," he whispered quietly, staring intently at the hillside, as if excavating it with his eyes, checking the earth.

The sun was beginning to set, and the hill was faced straight into the setting sun, giving him the impression that the whole hillside was glowing golden red. Small specks of dust shimmered in the setting sun. A few patches of green was visible among the bright red patches of sand, rock, and dark clay. The whole hill was casting an infinitely long shadow behind it, and the whole side seemed to radiate.

Walking slowly up the hillside, he stopped, when he got to a patch of what looked like sand. He picked it up, and let it run smoothly through his fingers, looking at it thoughtfully. Suddenly, his face lit up. He eagerly picked up a handful of sand, and put it into his mouth. He then put his hands into a seal, and tried to force chakra up to his mouth. After a couple of seconds, he began to chough uncontrollably, and spit as much of the sand out as he could. It tasted horrible. As he was struggling to clear his mouth of sand, he noticed something. For starters, the sand was not even wet, and secondly, it was still being held together in a perfect ball, by some invisible glue. He picked it up, eyeing it curiously. Suddenly, it gave off a small "Pop," and flew about five inches in every direction. Deidara stared at where the ball had been in his hand, entranced. For almost a full minute he sat there, his hand still stretched out in front of him, with whatever was left of the sand. Suddenly, he whipped a ragged notebook out of his pocket, and furiously scribbled down some quick notes, eyes suddenly alight.

1) Earth of sorts can be used as a container for chakra. Sand could maybe work as a chakra battery, although it would seem that sand is not the optimal medium for the task.
2) If I can find a way to regain the chakra put into these "battery's," they could be used to regenerate chakra when your empty
3) Definitely worth investigating further. Putting all other research, excluding "Chakra sculpturing" on hold, as this project could be combined with this new project.

Seeming satisfied with his new additions, he pushed the book back into his coat pocket, and got up. Squinting a bit into the sun, witch was halfway gone already, he walked over to a new patch of bare earth, and rock. With a great deal of difficulty, he managed to remove a giant rock that was in the middle of the patch. His breath caught in his throat when he saw a beautiful vein of dark red clay underneath where the rock had been. He carefully dug up a bit with his hands, and closed his hand around a small piece. He closed his eyes, slowly, and bit his bottom lip a bit, while concentrating chakra into his hand, yet trying to control the chakra as much as possible. He unclenched his fist, and gazed at the result.

Well, at least the piece of clay looked more like a pyramid, as he had meant, then most other shapes. Delighted at the result, he grabbed out his notebook again, and scribbled down: It would seem possible to sculpt soft materials using precise chakra moulds. Of course, it is also assumable that it would work with say, steel, given the right amount of chakra.

Next, he tried putting the piece of clay in his mouth. Forming a single seal with his hands, he concentrated all of his chakra into his mouth, holding it for full five minutes, until his head began to spin. Breathing heavily, he spat the newly infused piece of clay out into his hand. This time, it did not suddenly implode in his hand, but just lay there, doing nothing. After a while, he said the only word that came to mind.

"Release!" he said forcefully. And suddenly, the piece of harmless earth he had in his hand, exploded. He barely had time to scream with fright, before he was screaming with pain from his scorched hand. Before he could even blink, a fairly large pebble was searing its way through the air, right at his eye. He had absolutely no chance to block it!
And as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Deidara was alone, on the side of a now dark hill, sobbing helplessly on the ground, hands clamped over his left eye. To his absolute terror, he felt warm blood seeping through both sets of fingers. Clenching both his eyes shut, he screamed as loud as he could. Not that anyone heard him, of course.

And thank you very much : P

Ill update soon! Eureka