Fangs: Play the song Sadness and Sorrow for the following part. (You may have to repeat it a few times though) When the line saysstop, stop the music, I have another song for you to play. Thank you and enjoy this update into Deidara's past.

Enjoy!!!

P.S. I don't own Naruto, If I did Sakura would be dead, Sasuke would be dead, Itachi would live, and Naruto would be the opposite of what he is now...

Let's start the story.

"You can't do anything Dei-chan, I'm meant to die anyways. It may not have been the way I wanted to die, but as long as you're safe it's alright." A woman in a white hospital bed said. Her red-brown hair falling over the white pillow, her bangs being held back by white and red bandages on her pale forehead; brown eyes dull and almost lifeless, her face marred with purple rectangle like tattoos nearly hidden by bandages. Deidara was gripping her frail hand in hers, tears were welling up on the side of her visible eye. "Remember to take care of yourself Dei-chan, if you are hurt I'll never be able to rest peacefully." She smiled faintly.

"No… No, Rin-chan, you can't go!" Deidara yelled in a rasp and gasping voice. "Y-you can't leave yet, It was all my fault, I should be the one in the hospital bed I-" A hand covered her mouth stopping her from speaking

"Dei-chan, please, it wasn't your fault, you had no play in the events that happened." Rin said quietly, her weakening smile still there as her eyes danced with sadness. "Please, Dei-chan don't blame yourself, it was never your fault."

"But it was, it was my fault!" Deidara cried, her tears she tried to hold back slipping down her flawless pale cheeks. Her azure eyes were so sad, like ones of a person whose lover was just killed in front of them. "You can't leave me; I can't live my life without you. (1) Please Rin-chan please! Don't leave me." She broke down crying, her clear tears falling off her chin and dripping onto the blankets.

"Don't worry Dei-chan I'm sure you'll be alright…take … care" Rin said here eyes slipping close one last time; a smile adored her soft face.

"No…" Deidara said shaking her head, "NO, Rin-chan please, please, you can't leave me." Deidara said shaking her hear; tears now pouring down her face, her body racketing with sobs, her face held downwards, the tears forever flowing. She rested her head on Rin's now still chest, crying all that she was worth into that chest of her sister. She didn't pick her head up, she just continued to cry, Rin's shirt now wet with crystal tears. She never left; she just continued to cry, for the lost soul of one she cared for, never leaving that room…

Deidara continued to cry, even as she walked down that white hall way, she passed by so many rooms, none she knew. She reached the roof of the building, she looked up, her azure eyes red and sadness danced within the depths. She looked upon the busy city, her hair blowing in the wind; thunder rumbled as drops of rain dropped from the darkening sky. She raised her head, welcoming the wet substance to drench her clothing, her eyes stung from the salty tears. Rain dripped down her face, her golden hair that put the sun to shame stuck to her back. Salty tears mixed with rain slid down her beautiful face.

She fell to her knees, shaking uncontrollably as her sobs once again shook her body to the core. Her heart ached with pain; she held her shoulders as she wept. She cried again, her face down as she cried. She suddenly jumped up and ran through the roof down. She ran through the endless hallways, she stopped. She shook her head violently

"No…"

The doctors carried a stretcher out of her sisters room, a white blanket laid overtop of the body. Deidara ran over, but was stopped by one of the doctors. He held her back by her shoulders; she tried to escape his hold but he held firm. Tears pooled once again from her eyes as she flailed her arms.

"NO! DON'T TAKE RIN!" She shouted as the walked away, "NO!" She sobbed at their retreating figures, "please…" She fell to her knees when the man released her. She didn't move her head in her hands.

(Stop playing Sadness and Sorrow and play Bodies Hit The Floor by Drowning Pool)

"I have no more reason to live, my purpose has been taken. Why did Mother and Father send us out to that side of town" Deidara thought. Her eyes flashed with anger, Parents, her azure eyes hardened as she thought that word. "It's their fault, they wanted Rin dead. They called us the demons, but they are the ones. They killed Rin; they took my only real family away." She jumped up and ran out of the hospital, her rage clouding her judgment. Her mind sent on one thing, killing those ungodly demons. She raced to her home, she burst thought the door and up the stairs. Missing the heated glares coming from her 'parents' as she raced by.

Deidara ran into her and Rin's room and slammed the door, locking it behind her. She rushed in and pulled out her old, worn-out suitcase. She reached into her dresser and pulled out her clothes, clay, and a gray diary with a red ribbon. A lone tear fell onto the book, hitting the satin ribbon; the tear spread like wildfire over the silky fabric. Deidara let her hands glide over the book, a small, sad smile graced her face.

She sighed and walked over to her bed; she reached under the bed and pulled out a switchblade. She had hidden it there years ago, the day she had tried to kill herself… but Rin had stopped her, comforting her when she broke down.

Years of pain and suffering meant nothing now, she had lost her only precious person… and she snapped…

Her mind was clouded and dark, her eyes reflecting that silver/chrome metal, she had waited so long for this. She heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, reaching the top and were closing in. She had one shot, and one shot only to avenge her sister's death. The footsteps stopped at her locked door, her mind now raced and her heart sped up. Banging was used on the door, the old wood creaking under the abuse. Deidara twitched as her 'father' yelled curses and threats. Her hands twitched as she held the handle. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, and then opening her eyes… she flipped the latch on the blade handle. The switchblade came to life; its sharpened blade never used once glinted in her dimly lit room.

The door broke down, it's once sturdy frame failing and shattering. He father and mother stormed into the room, their eyes glazed over with fury. Deidara gripped the handle close to her chest, her knuckles turned white with the grip. Her father walked up to her and spun her around, slapping her in her frail, beautiful face.

"Where is Rin ye lazy bitch?!" Her father yelled in her face as he held her by the front of her shirt; his breathe reeked of alcohol and smoke (2). He glared heatedly at her, "Well? Are ye gonna speak or are ya gonna just stand there?"

Deidara's eyes narrowed but didn't say anything, earning her another slap… but this time from her mother.

"Well? Are you going to say something or not?" Her mothers cheap (3), cold, brown eyes and hardened when Deidara refused to speak. "You disrespectful bitch, I adopt you (4) and this is the thanks I get? You should be grateful! I give you food on the table, a roof over your head, clothes, education, and a warm bed at night but you ignore me in return? What is wrong with you? I know! We never should have adopted the Rin girl, she's brainwashed you… yeah that's it! You've be brainwashed by the filthy whore, she turned you against us!" Her mother rambled on calling Rin a filthy slut, a cheap whore, and a fucking prostitute.

Deidara narrowed her eyes, "How dare she, calling Rin that, that's everything she is." She thought as she glared at her mother, her father agreeing with every word. She couldn't take it anymore. She punched her father who stumbled backward, over the old door. She tightened the grip on her blade and rammed it into her mother's neck (5).

Her mother chocked and coughed up the fine red liquid of the life-giving source. The liquid ran down the break in her lip and neck, dripping off her chin and hitting the wood floor. Puddles formed as the flow of the crimson blood flowed more freely, dripping from her shirt and pants.

Her father looked at her with anger, the alcohol still in his blood, making him sway a bit on his feet. Deidara narrowed her eyes and pulled the blade from her mother's neck. Her body hitting the floor with a dull thud, Deidara's eyes held a maniac's gleam.

Her father glared at her, a smirk playing on her features. He stood his ground, and then she lunged at him. The knife sunk into his chest, his eyes widened as he coughed. His blood mixing with his wife's on the blade. His blood raced down Deidara's arm and fell off her elbow and onto the floor. She slowly removed the blade from his pierced heart He fell onto the floor right on his wife, his chest bleeding onto her chest. Deidara smiled like a maniac and dropped the knife. She ran to the bathroom and rinsed her hands free of the blood, then returning to grab her suitcase and taking off to the train station, never returning to that house.

"Deidara…"

She ran past the crowds of people, buying a ticket and running onto the train.

"Deidara!"

She took a seat next to the window and looked outside at the landscape.

"Excuse me is this seat taken?" A rough voice asked behind her, she turned around.

She was shaken to the core; she opened her mouth "M-"

"DEIDARA!!!" She was roughly shaken, snapping her eyes open. Her eyes meeting cinnamon brown, she jerked her head back. "Jeez Deidara, I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes." Sasori said, his eyebrows creasing.

"Huh, oh sorry…" She said.

"Sasori looked at her oddly but shrugged. "You know you've been asleep for three hours right?" Deidara's eyes widened. "Well come on lets get back to the room, we have to go back anyways. The nurses will freak if we're not their for them to pick up… damn group meeting…" Sasori continued to mumble to himself as the walked down the white hallways.

End! Go Us!!!

Fangs: That took forever; I was up till two typing this.

Sora: Really that long?

Fangs: You were asleep the whole time, so no shit.

Sora: Anyways… the notes will be seen at the bottom of the page, so look.

Fangs: You didn't even help me pick out the fucking music!

Sora: Well So-rry

Fangs: GRRRR

Notes:

Rin is the only person who Deidara thinks of as family, she was the only one who would comfort her and listen to her. She is NOT a lover… she never had time to get a boyfriend.

Deidara's parents, mainly her father, is an alcoholic. He's also a smoker, but he's mainly a drinker.

Her mother is a cheap person; she only spends enough money to feed her and her husband. She doesn't care about Rin or Deidara at all, she thinks of them as a burden instead of family… another thing she only married her husband because he is rich, so she is to be classified as a gold-digger.

Yes, Rin and Deidara are adopted, the court said that the parents had to take in one to two children (they've got a problem when it comes to crime, that tells you why right there.)

The back of her neck, her mother was pacing as she was ranting on how Rin was a bad influence. Deidara is also half a head taller that her adoptive mother. So it was much easier to write it like that.

Hope you enjoyed the update

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