AN: I don't own any of the characters.
First View
He never wished to join.
All Deidara wanted was to have a good time,
Detonating things with his precious masterpieces.
Maybe even get paid.
But no…
The Akatsuki just so happen to find out about him.
They wanted him to come badly.
He could see it in their eyes.
And that had been his fatal mistake.
He said no and gaze at those eyes.
Those cursed, devilish eyes!
They made his art turn on him.
And thought nothing of them either.
For that very reason
He despised those eyes and all that wielded them.
So much did he yearn for them to die,
Or at least go away for awhile.
A long while.
Sadly, there was nothing he could do.
He was bound to the organization,
Whether he wanted to or not.
The other members forced him to remain.
They all thought so low of him.
All of them made sure to make him feel insubstantial.
He wanted to prove them wrong.
He wasn't just a screw up,
Only good every once in a while.
At that rate he just wanted to feel important.
Or at least strong…
He greatly wanted to just once…
Just once feel of some importance…