White; all he sees is white. He wonders what it is, childlike wonder fills his eyes as his hands grip for the white powder. It isn't like his clay, it is not malleable. Although it sticks together and sticks to the ground. His blonde hair is tied back with a small piece of thread. A woolen cap covers his head; the spot where heat leaves the fastest. His coat is makeshift at best. It doesn't warm him up, only retains the small heat that is being produced by the seven year old boy. He is in complete wonder as the glove on his left hand slips off and lands in the white stuff. He picks it up and find that the powder is cold. He giggles softly to himself as, nearby, a woman of nearly twenty-seven watching him with soft eyes.
She wishes to pick him up and take him inside before anyone that wants to can find them out here. She thinks that it is dangerous to even be out here, but he is convincing her otherwise with his wide eyes. Her heart is full of love for her son. She stays in the snow covered meadow. "Deidara, that's snow."
His head turns to look up at the woman that had dared to speak. She was lovely in many ways; her beautiful cyan eyes being her best asset, although a seven year old boy just thought of her as pretty. Which he also thought flowers were pretty-all flowers. Now he has a name for the white powder, it is snow. "Snow," He says, his voice filled with wonder. He notices the flakes falling to the ground around him. She smiled softly at the boy as he decided to build a hill of snow, by piling it up.
"Don't slip on the ice!" She exclaimed softly, but then buried her face in her hands. She needed to watch her volume. Then she shivered; a shiver that racked her whole body. The shiver rushed down her spine, then back up. Her eyes widened as she dropped her hands and looked out towards Deidara, who was hidden by the snow.
Then the voice was in her ear, "Ice is the least of your worries." Then the sword made a clean cut across her throat. Her eyes widened indefinitely as she fell first to her knees, then onto her face. Her blood was running out of her body and staining the snow. The man chuckled and kicked the woman over before he finally began to walk away. Deidara pokes his head out from the pile of snow.
"Mommy! Mommy! Come see what I made!" He exclaimed happily, but doesn't get an answer, so he runs to her. His feet move fast to bring him to the horror that he can't understand fully. He knows that she is hurt. He recognizes the red staining the snow to be blood.
He decides that he doesn't like snow too much.
So, when he sees her red intermingling freely with the white; he panics. Only to receive a harsh stare from the girl who is laying there peacefully. She sits up to glance at the ninja, "I... thought you may have needed help, un." He grunts and moves on; trudges forward. She finds herself very confused at the stranger's words. Why would she need help? It was only snow.
As he walks away, he decides that the color red pisses him off too.