Konoha was silent except for the rustling leaves around him. The man himself was silent, his chakra disguised and completely covered in black. A job needed doing and he was the best at his job. Of course, Deidara didn't actually want to do this but hey, Leader-sama ordered it. Orders were orders. He didn't like to have to cover up his hair and put gloves over his greatest defense: the mouths on his hands, his bloodline limit. He didn't like having to sneak into enemy land, just to capture a four-year old girl. He didn't have a guilty conscience as such but, he didn't want to do it. He had better things to do.
Like comb his ridiculous hair and put mascara on the eye hidden behind his ridiculous hair. He was, as you know, gay and he had to keep up appearances. Also, the lack of the Akatsuki cloak around him was distinctly unnerving.
The wind died and he made his move, using chakra to spring to the next tree until he alighted next to a large house on the edge on Konoha. Gathering chakra in his feet, he sprung from the ground and into the bedroom of one four yr old girl, Amaya.
She didn't wake as he picked her up but to be sure, he used his chakra to put her to sleep. She weighed no more than a feather and as he sprung from the room, she felt lighter. Quickly summoning a bird made of clay and alighted softly on its back. He laid the small child beside him and then the wind blew under the wings of the bird and they travelled quickly in the direction of the Akatsuki house.
When he arrived, the small girl was quickly taken into the house and then placed in the darkened cellar under the leader's orders.
The child was never seen again by him. He knew she was kept there for the next fourteen years but then he saw a woman climbing out of the house, silently. She was battered and bruised, her eyes closed against the bright sunlight. When she opened them, she saw him and froze. He then realised it was the girl he had captured fourteen years ago. He could see nothing of that innocent little girl anymore. Her eyes were hard, her hair around her waist and her whole self had an air about it, of someone who had gone through hell and come out the other side not unscathed.
She froze and they stared at each other. He was thinking why they had kept this beauty in the dark for so long. She merely looked at him and kissed the dream of escaping the Akatsuki goodbye.
Yet, he merely watched her as she ran away, never calling out to his team mates as the beauty ran out of the Akatsuki and into the bright sunlit day.
