Hi.~ It's surely been a while since I posted a story on here, though you may know Fullmetal Souls by my sister and I. Anyway...~ I've decided to go rampant about making stories on Deidara, the loveliest Naruto character in my opinion. Anyway(again), here goes. You'll find the story unraveling. C: Enjoy!

Pain. Pain struck the man as his blue depths opened for the first time in a few hours. Pain was searing from his arm. Reaching over to feel if there was any blood, the same blue eyes widened. "Fuck." His arm-no, stump, had dried blood caked around it, though even more of the red irony substance flowed from it slowly, as if tantalizing him.

He immediately sat up, eyes narrowed as he glanced around for his removed arm. If he found it, it'd still be able to be sewn back on. After a few minutes of searching, though it felt like hours, he gave up. "….God damn it….!" He used his remaining arm to support himself, leaning against a tree. From the feel of shock hitting, he knew that he was already losing enough blood to easily die. Rather than sit around and waiting for his soon-to-come demise, he finally built up enough strength to walk again.

He ventured into the endless trees, looking to and fro for the Akatsuki base, like normal, though he realized that it was nowhere to be found. "What the hell…?" He muttered to himself. This was bad. He ought to have known what Land this was, he was sent to every single terrain in the regions before. Growing suspicious, he continued to walk despite the ringing pain in his stump. He glanced up from staring at the ground solemnly, noticing a couple forms up ahead. A tall form, with a visibly shorter one. His vision grew blurry. Grinning in the lightest, he found himself falling back into dizzying darkness.

"I don't care what you say, Al, there's no way that milk could ever taste good out of stew!" A short young man exclaimed in annoyance. The taller form beside him, with slightly darker golden hair and eyes, sighed slightly in exasperation. "Edward, you're too stubborn…" He looked up to see his older brother had halted, squinting. "Hey, what's..?" Edward ran towards the form in the middle of the road. "Hey, this guy's missing an arm!" He called, eyes wide. The younger brother frowned. "Oh, no…" He followed after his brother.

"We have to get him to the hospital, quick!"

(So short, boo..)

"Urgh…" The blond muttered as he blinked his blue eyes open, squinting at the sudden burst of sunlight. After blinking away the fuzziness, he looked around; he could feel that his hair had been taken down, to his dismay, and grunted in effort as he sat up. He noticed he was in a silent room, with a rather big window. From glancing down at his arms, one was still missing. "So….it wasn't a dream, like I was hoping…." He muttered to himself in disappointment. "Oh well….I can still manage with one, though." He looked up as the door opened to reveal a stout woman. "Oh my! It seems you're finally awake!" He had a blank look on his face, appalled that the woman didn't seem shocked or even bothered in the slightest that an S-class criminal was sitting there, in a hospital bed. Keeping his guard raised, though, he kept his mouth shut as she continued to speak. "The young man and his older brother will be happy to know you're alright! My, we all thought you weren't going to make it since you lost so much blood!" She chirped. As she continued to speak while he sat there with a completely dumbfounded expression, a short male entered the room. After him, a much taller male walked in and closed the door politely.

"We heard he woke up!" Damn, news travels fast…

"How is he?" When the taller form noticed his expression, he sweatdropped. "I'm so sorry! My name is Alphonse Elric, and this is my brother Edward." The shorter one tipped two fingers in greeting as he spoke to the nurse. Alphonse sat beside the man. "What's your name, mister? We just found you, out in the road. We don't know how long you'd been there, but a lot of blood was missing." He said, dark golden eyebrows furrowed together in concern for the stranger.

"Ah…" He seemed taken aback by all of this, and finally things slowed down. "My name's Deidara," He managed before the two raided his personal space with a barrage of questions.

"What were you doing out there?"

"How did you lose your arm?"

"Where are you from?"

"Why is your name so weird?"

Finally, the two silenced when he smacked his hand against his face in exasperation. "Don't you kids have something else to d-"

"HEY! I'm 18, for your informa-"

"EDWARD! It's not polite to interrupt people when they're talking!"

This continued on until a metal-looking object that Deidara could not identify due to the speed of the impact it made on the shorter blonde's head. Blinking rapidly, he looked up to see a much lighter haired girl with bright blue eyes darker than his own. Her eyebrows were pulled together in obvious annoyance."Edward Elric, stop harassing people!" She said, ripping it off of the collapsed male, who looked like he was about ready to faint. Both eyebrows raised, Deidara lifted his gaze to the woman, who finally noticed he was there. "Oh! Hi there, my name is Winry Rockbell." She smiled, and inwardly he thought, She's a demon once second, and innocent the next….damn, these people freak me out.. His hand was balled up in a fist, and he only realized this when her gaze drifted to where his other arm was supposed to be, her eyes instantly glowing with sympathy and sadness. "How did you…?"

He sighed. "Even I don't know, unless it was that damn Kazekage that did it…." Then he squinted, remembering what had been happening before then. He remembered being on top of the massive white bird he'd constructed, before the young leader. His vibrant red hair swayed in the night air as his pale seagreen eyes locked onto the Akatsuki member, ripping away the sand that had viciously and unevenly removed his arm. As he prepared his specialty, the massive bomb to destroy the entire village, he- A snap woke him from the memory. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want.." She looked like she felt bad for asking. He shook his head noiselessly before saying,

"It's nothing, I've been through worse." The shorter one, up from his daze, rose an eyebrow. "You mean you've gone through worse than losing your arm? Where exactly are you from that this happens so often?"

This made Deidara appalled. "How can you say something so childish? Damn, you people must have problems if you don't know how many Shinobi die every day."

"Shi-whatnow?"

His blue eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me. Did someone mess your memories up or something?" The brothers looked at each other in confusion.

"No, what's wrong with you? Is that some kind of an alternate name for an alchemist or something?"

As this occurred, Winry sighed deeply. "Oh, boy…"

"Well, I'll explain what a Shinobi is if you tell me what an 'Alchesit' is, Shorty."

"It's 'Alchemist- WHAT did you just call me!?"

Gah, it took me two and a half days to write something so small. xD Well, tune in next time! Read and review, please~