(This was not made by me it was made by my lovely friend DragonsRuleYourDreams12 she was to lazy to put it up so she made me do it lol!)
(A/N: I got a hair up my butt and decided to write this. It's explaining some of the feeling Deidara gets when he uses his art. I don't own Naruto or Dei, I just use them. ^^)
It's the adrenaline that lives throughout you... It's the anxiousness you get while waiting to set it off. It's the feeling of the art rolling off your fingers into the sky, like a gun holding a bullet. You watch as it arches over the blue painting and begins to spiral down, and just before it picks up speed you feel the same weightlessness it does.
You see the world spinning around you and you feel energy building up, leading to the main attraction.
Then it pops, an explosion of energy and art showering into the sky. The unrealistic sparks seem to reach into the sky, longing to grab a hold of something and forever remain, not to float away by unseen eyes.
But what's left...
That certainly is the farthest from art one could get.
The crippled debris flooding through the air... The charred smoke drafting away from the art, leaving such filth behind in place after such beauty... It's almost hard to cherish the art itself.
But then you remember your heart pounding in your chest, bringing you back from the enlightenment and sense of disgust at the same time, reminding you that you are still human... Not going to wallow away in the ash that drifts to the ground.
The only thing you have to remember the entire picture... Is the thudding in your chest... The thing that makes it known to you and others that you are still there... Never to fly away in a blast of such art.
And such filth.
Art is a bang... And a bang is only for a second...
But that second is eternal in a memory.
I hope you guys like it
(disclamer): I yuki-neechan does not own this story! and DragonsRuleYourDreams12 does not own Naruto!