Hello! How is everyone? I've been busy on school, work, and multiple fanfictions. However, despite my remarkable business, I've been mentally putting this fanfic together for awhile. My sister who doesn't even like Star Wars accidentally suggested the idea. So, here it is. Enjoy!
"Because my art… IS AN EXPLOSION!" Deidara yelled passionately as he went up in a white hot flare of heat, light, and sound.
The Akatsuki member felt himself fade with the smoke in the air. That was it. He was dead. He was art. Deidara had died as he had once lived, with an explosion and on his own terms. I am art. He thought to himself as he neared the very end, his soul traveling into the afterlife. What a perfect way to end.
…
He wasn't dead. Or at least, he didn't think so. Deidara's ears rang like they did when he was within twenty feet of an explosion. The heat hammered down on him, and the fact that he was missing a shirt didn't help matters. The ground beneath him was hot and dusty. "Are you alright?" He heard the voice hover over his head.
Deidara forced his eyes open, grimacing at the sun's glaring light. A blonde woman leaned over him, her shadow offering him a sliver of shade. "I'm fine," he said, straining every muscle to sit up. He pressed a hand to his head, hoping to calm the headache.
"Are you sure?" she questioned. "There's a hospital a block that way. I was already going there." As she spoke, Deidara could see her eyes taking in every detail of his different clothes (or what was left on him), hair, and look.
"I said I was fine," the Akatsuki member said, beginning to get annoyed. "Would you mind telling me where I am?"
The woman threw him a worried look. "You're on Lothal." When Deidara gave a puzzled look, the woman seemed sure he wasn't sane. "Look, a medical establishment is right over there and you do not seem well."
He got to his feet. "I'm fine," he repeated. "I just need to figure a few things out." With that he walked away. He'd have to put all of this together while he walked.
He'd been enraged by Sasuke's indifference to his art, and rightfully so. He'd become art, dying and dragging Itachi's kid brother with him. That was all he remembered. So, therefore he had to be dead. Well, if he was dead, then this was a strange afterlife… He would even go so far as to say that wherever he was wasn't even Earth anymore.
Deidara kept no record of how long he walked for, nor did he count how many curious stares he'd received. That didn't matter to him. He had to figure what had happened exactly.
His train of thought was thrown from the tracks when he heard a tremendous BOOM! He stopped in his tracks. The people around him looked shaken, as any sane person would be. Deidara smiled slightly to himself as he saw a pillar of smoke rise in the air.
Sure, he was in a tough spot and had a few things to straighten out, but that could wait. Art was calling to him.
There you have the first chapter! I know where I want the next chapter to go, and later chapters will be longer. Any suggestions or recommendations? Please review! May the Force be with you!