This one is first person in Deidara's POV.
Hope you like it! :)
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When I used to live I Iwa, I had always wanted to prove my worth, as people with a kekkei genkai were usually looked down upon. I tried my hardest, but ended up being nothing more than a tool for them. I was just a freak that could make explosive sculptures. It was infuriating that I was rarely ever treated like a human. It was also hard to always have to answer to someone else, to never be free. Often, in the evenings, I would sit on one of the many cliffs surrounding the village and watch the birds fly by and try and imagine I was in their position. But after they passed by I would always remember that I was caged here. I couldn't take it anymore, so I abandoned that village, and stole a kinjutsu scroll to help me perfect my art. My art had always helped me to release my negative emotions and feel happy, but that happiness was about as transient as my art. The jobs I did as a missing nin only made me feel like a tool again. In their eyes, I was a weapon that could be easily replaced if lost at some point. But even then I could almost completely ignore that feeling, because I was as close to free as I could get. But then my newly obtained freedom was cruelly snatched away from me when I was forced into Akatsuki. Yet, despite becoming a tool yet again, this was strangely better than my life in Iwa. Even though the other members were cruel at times and my partner seemed to hate me, I felt a small sense of belonging. Most of us were the freaks that could never belong in a village. Yet I still was rarely happy there, though I guess that's the way it is. Because after all, to others, shinobi are tools, and that's all we'll ever be.
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