Weeks, months, and years passed by eventually with time. Deidara had grown taller and older, and as he met his new classamates in the academy, he had also grown a bit impish. He constantly began to end his sentences with ' un ' to annoy the teachers.
He was now seven years old. Takara was twelve, and had greeted to actually become a Jounin. He had been trained greatly, but still was the same old person. Even though Takara was being nice and constantly praised Deidara to be a great shinobi, the younger blonde wanted to surpass the other to any level. He thought he could do anything even though he was so young at the moment. It was no hate or sadness in their relation, only wonderful memories of their young days before being skilled shinobis.
Being a leader of a squad, Takara was loved by many people. There was literally nothing negative about him. He always had set up a schedule for everything, and if something was to go the wrong way, he took it. It could always been fixed in his world. All members of his team got good positions and if they all were motivated for their mission it never failed.
Deidara himself was a real brat in the academy. He always wanted to play pranks on everyone. He didn't really enjoy being in the academy at all. When Takara had explained how it was, the younger blonde imagined something better than this. This was like jail in his eyes. He wanted to be free. Many students hated Deidara for being such a "bitch" towards them. He never seemed to be thankful about anything, always grumpy in some way. And no one knew why. But it was his personality after all. It was just , Deidara.
The blonde entered the academy in the morning, yawning as it was kind of early. The classroom was locked since the school hadn't opened yet, and some students had already approached there, sitting outside the classroom. Deidara didn't really like to be close to them. He stood about two metres away from them, leaning against the wall. He got annoyed when he even spoke to them. They talked about how he had been the past days. They all did. No one was ever nice to him, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. Atleast he didn't think so. The other students seemed to be some gang, and eyed Deidara often annoyed.
The teacher entered the corridor. He was tall, having shoulder-lengthed, black middle parted hair. His name was Kenta, and always wore his headprotector around his throat. A group of students was following him as they had met in the entrance, and everyone walked to take their seats as the older shinobi opened up.
" Goodmorning class " , Kenta nodded. Everyone in the class stood up, " Goodmorning Kenta-sensei " , they greeted and sat down. " Today we're going to look at some simple shinobi weapons " , Kenta muttered, " You have seen kunais and regular shuriken already. Even tried them. Today I thought I'd give you a chance to try kunais with exploding tags. ". Deidara sat up from his laying position, getting interested.
" Now listen up, there are two different kinds of explosive tags. " Kenta turned to grab two tags. They looked like regular paper with some text on. The outline on them was different though, the left one was blue and the right red.
Kenta held both of them in different hands carefully. " The left one for you guys, the blue outlined tag, is the unloaded kind of tag. It means you control it.. You have to load it first to release the explosion. ". The shinobi put the blue tag down onto the table, holding red still.
" And then there's the loaded ones. If you throw them with speed at something, they will explode as they suddenly hit a solid surface, okay? It doesn't work if you just let them fall " , Kenta let go of the tag, and it soared to the floor. " See? " , he picked it up. " But, if I were to wrap this around a kunai.. " , Kenta grabbed a kunai from his pocket and wrapped the loaded tag around it, " It can easily explode if I were to throw this against something.
Everyone was silent.
" Well, did you guys get that now? ". " Yeah.. Un.. " Deidara muttered silent. " Oh, only Deidara? " Kenta teased.
" No! Me too! " , someone added. " Yes I did too! " , another student raised his hand. " Good good ", Kenta nodded. " I want you to learn how to use the unloaded tags first. And last of all, I do not want to see you throw these at eachother. It's an explosion and can hurt you really badly if you're not careful ".
Deidara snorted. It couldn't be that bad.
Some moments later, the whole class gathered outside on the school's area. The Jounin had put up a dummy that the other could throw their tags at.
" See that dummy-doll over there? I want you to throw your tags at it, loading them and all. It's not hard if you give it a shot. Remember to aim correctly to get it perfect! " , Kenta smirked, standing next to the line of kids. One after one everyone threw their tags at the tree that was supposed to be a sculpture of a shinobi. Some aimed pretty good and the rest the opposite. Well, what would you expect from a bunch of academy-ranked kids?
Deidara threw very good, studied by his teacher. The blonde loved the vision that got created as the tag poofed in smoke. And the sound was so exciting. It made you happy somehow, in Deidara's eyes.
After the academy was finished, Deidara rushed home amused. He had found a new passion for himself, something that he wanted everyone to recognize! He ran up the stairs to the apartment, and rushed inside.
" MOM! DAD! " , he called from the door. Yori stepped out from the kitchen where she always used to be, confused. Confused by the tone in the other's voice. He seemed to excited and happy.
" Deidara? " , she cleaned a glass.
" Today in the academy, we learned about explosive tags! And it's awesome! Epic! It was very fun! I LOVE IT! Un... " , the blonde waved his arms all warmed up. " Oh, tags eh? " , the mother smiled warmly. The younger child ran to hug the other. " It's the perfect thing, I'll call it ART! " , Deidara added.
" Art? Well, aren't you artistic now? " , Yori giggled amused. She reached to put the glass to the sink, and lift her boy up. " You'll be a fine shinobi " , she smiled. Deidara nodded, " I'll show all of you! I'll be the almighty artist! DEIDARA! " , he announced loudly. The silver haired woman nodded, hugging the other.
The blonde hugged back tightly, and tried to get down, " But I need to do my homework now! Or else I'll fail the test! Un! ". He got put down, and ran to his room.
Later that evening, Takara had gotten home. He had been on a whole-day mission, and sat in his room.
The younger blonde had told him about all the new things he had learned during the day, about explosions. About explosive tags, and the way he loved it. Into every little detail that was.
Takara himself was very happy that his brother had found a new interest, and wanted to do the bigger of it. How about to give his brother the opportunity to create his own art? So he didn't have to bring those tags everywhere to do it? His very own art. That would be perfect.
