Okah, this is just getting things started. So yeahhh 3 Sorry it's so short! I'll make it longer later, I just wanna get things going. And yes, I gave Kisame an australian-like accent for a while Enjoy!!
A pained frown crossed his face as he held a clay figure in his hand. It wasn't exploding. He didn't want it to. The mouth upon his palm was tightly shut. It was imperfect…like him after…after…what had happened. Nothing seemed right anymore. He could never get his face right anymore.
Deidara placed the clay sculpture of Sasori upon his desk with the others. At least seventy stood in the formation of an army, each more distorted than the next as they came closer to the front of the trestle. Anger flooded through his blood as he cursed. "I trusted you, and you left." Memories of the damn pink haired girl came back to him and he grit his teeth.
A knock. Two knocks. "'e's been in 'ere for a while now…" Kisame muttered, Itachi standing beside him, "It's a pi'y he doesn' even remembahs 'is own birthday." The world Deidara created around himself cause him to become oblivious to the date. Nor did he know when a new mission was completed by anyone but Tobi and him. He rarely went out for missions, yet all were completed. It was no matter to Leader, as long as they were done and finished, he was paid.
Another knock to make a third. "Deidara-senpai…open the door. Please, we come bearing gifts." Tobi was ignored and gifts were left at the door. The missing-nin of Iwa stood as night fell. Opening the door, the gifts were stepped upon. His steel gray eye stared upon the bounty for a moment before kicking the into his room. Who even remembered Akatsuki birthdays anyways? How did they know his date of birth when he didn't? The pain numbed his memory. The scope beneath the left tuft of hair masking his face observed his surroundings. All was still in the hallway with the exception of him as he slunk down it. He was headed to Konoha.
As he approached the boundaries of the Leaf Village, his fists clenched, and unclenched. Scathingly, he looked upon every home and building. A tussock of coral hued hair was clutched in his hand. His eye was shifted into a glare. He strode forward. A certain cherry blossom was in a lot of trouble. Hatred subsided in his heart. Scanning the domiciles he passed, he finally stopped in front of his destined target. The Haruno home.
