Chapter Two
Reconstruction

It has been two days since he has wandered off from his village. He knew he had the capability to survive on his own and he was more or less right at this point. He had already created his own chamber to sleep in with the help of nature: a cave hidden from prying eyes with a stream upfront for any of his other needs. He has also made a bed out of dried leaves which he covered with one of his blankets.

It was good enough to endure for a couple of days or possibly weeks but he knew that he had to find a place that he could exist in. Somewhere that he would feel comfortable in—a place where he could belong to. He ran a shaky hand through his messy locks and sighed. It was already lunch and he needed to satisfy his hunger. The stream has been his source of food since he had decided to live in the cave and has found that fish had already lost its taste for him.

He didn't have a choice in the matter, however, so he took a small patch of clay in his hand and timed it with the help of his extra mouths. He threw it nonchalantly in the water and waited for the explosion. The bang resonated through the forest and the fish lay bare for him to pick as they floated in the surface.

He gathered a few rocks and wood to create a fire near the stream. He struck a stick through the fish and laid them nearby the growing fire. He lied down on the ground as he waited for the food to cook. He put his arms beneath his head and closed his eyes, deeming that it was safe to relax in this hot weather. He doubted that anyone would pass by near his abode since it was out of the way of the path towards the other villages and his chakra was concealed. He was safe for now.

He couldn't help but wish that he had company, though. The days were stretching out than normal and the sun seemed to set later than he was used to. Maybe it was because he wasn't doing anything, he mused. He was noticing the subtle changes of the weather and knew that it was close to the summer season. It was hot during the afternoons that he wished he had someone to complain with.

And the nights were something he could hardly ignore. The cold, damp cave gave him the least of comforts for sleep and he knew he needed someone to take his attention off of it. He just needed someone too bloody much to function well at the moment. Unfortunately, as much as he craved for company, he was hardly the social butterfly. He never got along with anyone other than his sensei from Iwagakure. Onoki-sensei thought of him as an annoyance most of the time but he knew—Deidara had always known—that sensei was proud of him.

Why wouldn't he be?

Deidara was brilliant, yeah!

His nose whiffed the scent of the almost burnt fish and turned his head to the side as he plopped himself to a sitting position. He reached his arm towards the stick of fish and bit from it. He chewed slowly as he looked past the trees that enveloped his hideaway. He opened his mouth to take another bite when a blur of a pastel-colour slid into his view.

He blinked and shook his head.

Probably a ninja just going past him towards another village, he thought. He shrugged and took a bite from the fish. He briefly wondered about the blur. Who could it possibly be? And honestly, pink? He rolled his eyes and proceeded to eat. From the way he assessed it, the figure had pink hair and a red suit. 'The colours just absolutely clashed', he guffawed.

Maybe the village near him was a place for people who are mentally unstable. He took another bite. Ah, just the place to avoid, yeah.

"Um… mister?"

He froze.

"What are you doing here?"

He turned quickly and held on to his pouch filled with clay, his hands ready to mold. His eyes became narrowed and threatening. He looked at the source of the voice and raised a brow. A young girl with pink hair and red get-up looked at him curiously. He gritted his teeth.

He was found!


A/N: I know you guys are hiding. Come out, come out~ review?