(A/N) Chapter Fourteen! OMG! I'm near the end of this book. :-O

I DO NOT own Naruto. If I did, Orochimaru will go down and go down hard! :/

Based off An Uchiha's Love Life: Tobi/Madara's Revenge

The Battlefield of the Ryozo Courtyard

Deidara soared above the Ryozo Manor. He clenched the hand eating and forming his latest batch of explosive clay. The bomber hoped that his best C-4 bomb would be able to stop that skin stealing bastard.

"If this doesn't work," he told himself, "I'm going down like Sasori Danna didn't. I'm going out like a true artist."

The blonde man put on his eye scope and tuned in to locate his opponent, completely ignoring the sound of the rushing wind in his ears. In a matter of seconds, he caught sight of the demon. Orochimaru was following the bomber and ignorantly falling into his trap.

"Come on," the bomber yelled, "You can do better than that!"

Following not too far behind, the snake used a clone jutsu and separated, trying to corner his bird-like prey. Deidara grinned. Perfect. The blonde soared low to the ground, evading the frantic villagers at each turn. The people scattered like roaches while he took the plunge.

"Deidara!," a familiarly deep voice screamed.

The bomber broke his concentration, quickly scanning through the faces of the crowd. Regrettably, Madara showed up at the most inopportune time.

"What the-?," the blonde started to say, but was immediately stopped.

Madara saw his lover escape from Ryozo's manner on his bird and feared that he went through with his mission. Without thinking, he dove onto the fast moving bird and grabbed a hold of his little firecracker. In a split second, the blonde was knocked off of his bird and tumbled to the ground, Madara in tow.

"What the fuck, un?," the blonde man screamed frantically.

His bird soared high into the sky, waiting for its masters' next move. From the courtyard ground, Deidara coughed and tried to see through the large amount of upturned dust clouding the air. He felt a tight grasp around his lower ribs.

"Oh fuck," the stunned blonde thought, "one of the clones must have got a hold of me!"

The thick dust settled back down to the courtyard, revealing no one other than Madara himself. The utter state of shock that the bomber was feeling cooled down. The Uchiha was determined to protect his lover no matter what.

"Damn it, Madara," Deidara screamed, "I'm in the middle of something with Orochimaru!"

The two men stood up, the blonde definitely pissed off at the other. Madara held onto his lovers arm tightly, prepared not to let go anytime soon.

"You killed Ryozo didn't you?," the Uchiha asked solemnly.

The bomber bit his lip, losing feeling and blood flow in his arm from the immortals grasp. He didn't want to answer, but staying in this little predicament didn't help his chances of killing Orochimaru. He knew it wouldn't be long until the snake found out that the clay bird soaring above had no pilot.

"Technically, I didn't," he answered.

Madara's expression hardened. He didn't like to be fucked with. Unconsciously, his hold tightened, making the blonde physically flinch.

"Orochimaru killed him," the bomber gasped painfully, "I'm trying to kill the snake for what he did….and….and you're hurting me…."

The immortal loosened his hold and stared at the flustered man.

"You mean….you remember what happened?," he asked his blonde lover in shock.

Deidara stared innocently into Madara's near red eyes and nodded. Using his free hand, he moved his untied hair away from his neck, showing a near gone curse mark.

"I remember almost everything," Deidara told him sternly, "and I appreciate it if you let go, un."

His partner obliged the others request without argument. The bomber opened his hand-mouth and spit out a large lump of clay. In a matter of seconds, he turned the explosive white puddy into a ghost-like C-4 explosive. Madara's eyes widened at the sight of such advanced bombs.

"You can't use that," he argued, "It'll take out half the city!"

Deidara growled, knowing the risks. He turned toward his ignorant partner, anger showing on his features.

"If you're not gonna help me, stay out of my way, hmm!," he yelled defiantly.

The Uchiha was taken aback. Using a bomb like that would take out half the city and by the design of the reinforced gates and city walls, it would take out Deidara as well.

"Dei-,"Madara started to say before he was interrupted.

"Stop," the bomber stated coldly, "It's the only way to make absolutely sure."

The immortal Uchiha couldn't believe what he was hearing. Deidara saw his shocked expression and turned his back to him, unable to look him in the eye.

"I want you to do your best to evacuate the city," he continued to tell his lover, "and….I'm sorry it had to come to this."

That was last thing he said before jumping high into the air, letting his bird catch him.

High in the Sky

He was glad to be away from his lover right about now. Even though his heart ached to be with him again, being protected by those strong arms, but he had something more important to accomplish. Immediately, his target showed up right on cue. The snake hissed angrily as he and his clones attacked in unison, buying Madara time to make a clean sweep through the city.

"I'll make you into one of my masterpieces," Deidara yelled between hits, "Even if it kills me!"

The battle ensued violently as the snake threw a near head on blow, causing the bombers' bird faltered slightly. He cursed himself. He was getting tired and his chakra level was getting low from the creation of his unused C-4 bomb. Deidara's legs shook under him, making him become more and more desperate. Orochimaru saw his limits, smiled darkly, and snickered.

"This is the end of your rope," the snake demon laughed, "why don't you just give up and die?"

The bomber grinned as a thought occurred to him. It was a long-shot, but nonetheless, it would be the best way to go down a true artist. Orochimaru slung his blade, actually making contact with its target. Deidara grit his teeth as the blade sank into his stomach and released his C-4 explosive. In a last time attempt to escape being forever intermingled with the demon snakes' body, the bomber fell backwards off of his bird.

He skydived toward the hard ground, preparing for his final and last piece of art. In what he thought to be his final moments, Deidara closed his eyes and formed the hand signs to detonate his art.

The combined blast of his C-4 and his bird blew into a massive expression of terroristic art. The massive cloud of smoke and fire enveloped him, Orochimaru, and the city. The blinding light and massive rush of air was the last thing he remembered before it all went black.

(A/N) ~ Oh, noes! :O )

Elsewhere

Deidara played the last few events over and over in his mind. He was sure he was dead as soon as the bomb blew. His mind felt muddy and unclear.

"I'm….I'm dead aren't I," he thought tiredly, "I became one with my art…."

The bomber relaxed seeing nothing but, blackness around him. He wondered if the afterlife was like this, wondered if this was what Sasori saw when he passed away.

"Dei….dara….," a nameless voice echoed through his numbed mind.

The blonde man looked around the pitch blackness, searching for the source of the voice speaking his name. In the midst of the ebony darkness, a bright light formed out of seemingly nowhere.

"Hey, brat!," a familiar voice barked.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. From the blinding white light Sasori stepped out, surprisingly human.

"D….Danna…?," the bomber questioned, completely astounded.

The red head smiled, acting like his old self.

"You idiot," Sasori scolded, "How many times do I have to tell you art is eternal?"

Deidara sighed, obviously exhausted.

"But Danna…," the blonde whined, "I'm tired and I just want to be left in peace, hmm…"

The ex-puppet face palmed and grumbled fustratedly.

"Don't let go, moron," Sasori argued, "you will die if you let go."

The bomber took a deep breath as his body felt like it was made of lead. Even his eyes felt like they would close any minute.

"Go back to Madara," he continued effortlessly, "It wouldn't be fair to let him suffer again. He went to great lengths to save you and I'm not going to let you fuck this up!"

The image of his Danna slowly disappeared into the fading light before him. Once again, the bomber was alone in the darkness, completely confused. That is, until a voice broke the echoing silence.

"Deidara….wake up….," Madara's voice echoed through the darkness, "please say something…."

The bomber spun around, searching for the voice.

"Madara!"

In The Waking World

Madara rubbed his burnt hands along his lovers cheek, fighting back emotions he thought died a long time ago.

"Please speak to me," he begged the unconscious blonde, "Please don't die! I don't want to lose you forever!"

Deidara flinched unconsciously, slowly coming back into the waking world. The very first thing he felt was the grass underneath him, the wind blowing over his body, and the sting of his burnt flesh.

"Ma…dara…," the bomber whispered, his voice barely hearable.

The Uchiha held back tears of joy, hearing his lovers' voice speak his name. He lifted Deidara into his arms and held him close.

"Wha…happened….?," Deidara asked groggily.

Tears fell from Madara's eyes as he thought of using his teleportation jutsu at the last possible instant to save his little firecracker.

"Don't worry," he chocked out, barely able to hold his emotions in check, "It's over now…."

(A/N) A dramatic end! :O Pretty Much the end of 'Living A Shattered Mirror'. If you want a sequel, now is the time to ask. Along with it, I need a good story-line. ^_^

Well, today's questions go like this-

1~ Could Orochimaru escape the blast?

2~ Is this really the end?

3~ How crappy was the story? :3 lolz

4~ Why in the hell do I ask so many questions? (srry, I'm an idiot)

Enjoy this conclusion of my diseased imagination and write soon. I love comments. :D