Chapter One
Life of an Artist
Deidara Zawasku was practicing his strokes for the day, and no, I don't mean he was practicing his swimming, he was practicing his painting.
Deidara had loved to color, paint, and practice his clay skills since he was four years old. He actually still remembered the first time he still had found out what he could do with his own two hands, a tool, and his imagination.
FLASHBACK!
Deidara was walking down a road when he heard his dad call his name, he turned around and saw that his dad was running after him.. probably to give him more jobs to do around the house. He saw that his dad had stopped to catch his breath, so Deidara took this as his chance to run for it. He took off at a inhumanely fast pace for a 4-year old, bolting down the road and taking secret ways that he never knew were even there before! When Deidara thought that his dad had lost track of where he had went, he decided to take a rest by sitting on the ground to catch his breath. As he sat down though, he felt something underneath him, and it seemed like it was almost molding to him sitting on it. He stood back up, and looked underneath him. He saw nothing!
"That was weird", Deidara thought to himself.
Deidara sat back down, and he felt the same lump underneath him again! He stood up once again, wondering what on Earth that he could be sitting on. He kept on his feet for a long time, not sitting back down because he knew that he would feel the same lump once again. Though he was also scared that his father would come around the corner and he would just be standing there like an idiot staring at nothing. So Deidara decided to run some more, to try and get farther away from his father. He ran for around fifteen minutes before he got tired once again. Normally anyone in his village would be able to run for a lot longer of a time than he. The reason he couldn't was because he hadn't been taught anything about being a ninja yet.
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