Deidara
"Monster…" that's what the children called him, screaming when his hands opened. He had hated it when they called him that, because it was true. He was a monster, a freak, an ugly cruel thing. He was nothing like them.
BANG He just wanted to be beautiful…
He remembers his mother sculpting. She sculpted everything – her favourite was birds. Once, he climbed on one, to fly away, but it never took off. Deidara could not escape the world by stone, so he found another way, a secret way. In the depths of the night, he would climb into the room where fireworks were kept. In there, he created things that were so beautiful, so caring. He created them with his hands.
BANG For the first time, Deidara felt like a human.
His mother had noticed him coming home one night, she had yelled at him." Deidara could not tell her, because she did not understand. She had always been beautifu, she was not like him - a monster. He watched her as she shrieked. There were lines growing on her lips, her eyes were starting to droop. It was then Deidara realised that his mother would not be beautiful forever.
It horrified him.
Then, he realised a way to make her beautiful forever. A sculpture – a living one, not like her stones. He would immortalise her. She would never fade.
BANG He had not realised what the white substance was…or what it could do…
Deidara looks at the burning rubble of his house, his village, his life. His hands grip onto the white material, licking and chewing it.
What have you done now, monster?
He just wanted to make her proud, he had just wanted to make her always beautiful, he had just wanted to make her art. He looks at her charring corpse. She are black and smoking, her skin is pulled and breaking. She has no eyes, just empty holes. She is not beautiful anymore. She is scary.
BANG
But, Deidara realises, she will never now be ugly. She can never grow old, she can never let time ravish her the way it had so many others. She is not ugly, she will never be ugly. His mother is beautiful. He looks at his hands – his monster hands. He looks at the fire, he looks at the blood, he looks at the skin, he looks at the white substance that had saved her from that horrible fate.
BANG!
And he realised, art was a bang. Art was a bang. Art was a bang. Art was a BANG.
Deidara was not a monster - he was an artist. His mother was not ugly - she was beautiful. He laughed. Of course, of course, of course! Now it all made sense! Deidara had been sent to make an ugly world beautiful. Deidara had done what no one else could do, he had discovered the true essence of beauty!
"ART IS A BANG!"