AN/ Yeah… I've decided to do a 'fiction based on songs… And no fan fiction is complete without Deidara. PM me if you have a song you want me to put down. Yeah, on with the 'fiction!

Warnings/ Yaoi in soon to come chapters, Language in both song lyrics and in the 'fiction itself.

Anything in italics is flashback, the bold is song lyrics.

Disclaimer/ Deidara and all Naruto characters are copyright to Kishimoto Masashi. Sadly. I wish I owned them all ;-;

"Mommy! Mommy look!" The excitable blonde child jumped up and down, waving his hands around. Something wet splattered everywhere as he waved them around. The tall blonde woman looked down at her child, and stared in horror.

"Deidara, what have you done to your hands?" She shrieked, falling to her knees to inspect the child's hands. They had small hands on them, and the tongues were lolling about, like the mouths themselves were dogs on a hot day.

"I didn't do it, Mommy, a nice man saw me sculpting and he did something strange with his hands, and I had these! He showed his to me, look what I can do now!" Digging into his pockets, he found a lump of clay. He popped it into one of the mouths, and a few seconds later, a well carved heart appeared. The grinning child held out the heart. "For you, Mommy!"

Lung of love leaves me breathless.

He never forgot the pain that came after that. He lifted his hand to rub his cheek tentatively, remembering the tears that ran down his cheeks as he mother stamped on the heart and then ran out of the house. That was only a few years back… he was 10 now, and sculpting a lot more than hearts. Big animals, trees, people. He had tried all of them…

"Mother!" Deidara giggled, and held up the small bird to his mother. She glared at him, but watched. Deidara blew on the bird, and it jumped to life, flying up in an impressive swirl of colours, exploding into a ribbon of colours, spelling 'Happy Birthday!'. His mother shook her head, turning away. Deidara's shoulders slumped, his happy expression falling into one of utter crestfallen pain. He turned, and ran, the ribbon pooling in a ground behind him.

He sat on their front porch, and glared at the random people passing. He wiped his wet eyes, the hatred bubbling. The tongues licked at his face, as sad as him. Deidara glared at them, but found he couldn't. They were the source of his problem, but they helped him in his escape.

Tongues of fool lap at me in enmity.

He sighed. All these memories clogged his thoughts, and made him want to clutch his head. Today was the Ninja Examination, he should be practicing! But, alas… more thoughts to clog up his training regime.

"Class, this is Deidara." As Deidara peered shyly through his hair, and blinked. Some of the boys blushed at the pretty 'girl' in front of them.

"Deidara, introduce yourself please." Deidara nodded happily.

"I'm Deidara, and I like art!" One of the girls, who looked like a pug, stood up and pointed at him.

"Hey, aren't you from that clan of the bug-people?" Deidara nodded, managing to keep up the smile, no matter how fake it was.

"Then why don't you use BUGS?" The whole class giggled.

"I like art." Deidara pouted, and found his way to the back, sitting down and frowning. No-one had asked him about his hands yet, which was good. Well, so far no-one had. As sensei started the lesson, Deidara fed a piece of clay to his hand-mouths. He had to muffle the loud chomping in his trousers. What came out was a small bird, which he stored in his large coat pockets.

First day of sparring. Deidara smirked. He had been moulding clay all day yesterday, and he had stored it all into his pockets. He was facing the pug faced girl, who was scowling. Sensei nodded the start, and the girl charged into Deidara, only to find herself embedded in clay. She shrieked, pulling at the tough grey goop. The real Deidara appeared from behind her, and held a kunai to the back of her neck, pressing her into the clay clone. She froze, and kicked out, the kunai nicking her neck. Deidara dodged, and kicked out, knocking her over. The clay clone fell onto her back, pinning her. He sat on the clay, and roughly pressed the kunai into her back.

"Deidara wins!"

After the sparring, the girl approached Deidara. She poked his chest.

"Hey, how come you can use that and we cant?"

"I taught myself. Its my own."

"How do you do it?"

Four walled secrets hidden among the hessain.

Deidara sighed, and kicked out at a tree, again, again, again… he powered his leg with chakra, and the whole tree swayed. He grinned with satisfaction, and fell backwards, landing on his ass. He feed some clay to his hands, and a small bird popped out, and exploded with a bang that sounded like 'VICTORY'.

"YEAH!" Deidara yelled. He giggled, and fell onto his back, watching the clouds. He sighed happily, and lay there, closing his eyes. Then his thoughts turned dark…

"Shut up, that clay is mine!" Deidara tried to wrestle the clay from his little sister's grasp, ignoring the bee stings on his arms as they swarmed on him.

"Go away! Why don't you learn how do play with bugs instead? Clay is pointless!"

"It is not! I'll show you how pointless it can be!" He pulled a bird out of his pocket, and blew on it. The bird swelled up, and the head turned to face his sister. It opened its beak, its wings bending backwards to shield Deidara. Flame erupted, and the screams echoed for hours.

Deidara's father hated him after that.

"If I had been there, she wouldn't be dead! If I had been there, I would have beaten some sense into the boy!" He snarled, advancing on Deidara, who was cowering, shivering.

"I didn't mean it…" Deidara whimpered, holding his head in his hands. His hair was to his shoulders now and spilled around the ball joints.

"How can you not mean to burn someone alive? Burn someone until they're DEAD?" Deidara whimpered at the harsh words.

"Dad… I didn't mean it… I meant to just make a small burn, but I couldn't stop him…"

"OUT! OUT, AND TAKE YOUR ART WITH YOU!"

And a flicker of the future could've saved the cindered sister.

Deidara shuddered, and sat up, rubbing his temples. He could remember the big debate on whether to kick him out of Iwa or not. They finally decided to let him stay, him being in the academy. He sighed, and stood up, walking towards the academy building.

"HENGE!" Deidara yelled, and he was a completely different person. He had seen him on a poster once… a tall, dark haired man, in the resemblance of a snake. The sensei nodded, smiling, handing Deidara his forehead protector.

"Well done. You did well." Deidara grinned, strapping the fabric to his head, brushing the hair over it. The long hair that made most people think he was a girl. Not to mention his girlish looks… He skipped home, smiling. He had been the only child in his class to graduate – he was going to be put with an older group tomorrow. He grinned as he ran through the doorway, running past his older sister into the kitchen, were he jumped in front of his mother. She gave him a fleeting look, and smiled a 'well done' before turning away. Deidara pouted, neglected, but ran outside again and danced.

Deidara sat inside the classroom, his head on his folded arms. People started to come through, and many gave him odd looks. He just smiled, and looked to the front of the class. When his sensei finally came through, he was paired up with a pair of boys. One was Trix, a black haired, bubbly kid three years older than him, and the other was Rex, who was identical to Trix, even in personality. They both approached Deidara with equal caution, sitting down next to him. Deidara smiled cheerily, and waved. He carefully closed his fingers over his hand mouths, and Trix and Rex didn't notice.

"So, you're the girl in our group then?"

"What? Hey, I'm a guy!" Deidara protested, frowning and waving around his clenched fists.

And I'm motioning still they stand inside inside me.

Deidara stood at the training grounds, waiting for his sensei and the others. In his boredom, he began to shape a large bird. With detail in everything apart from the head, which was just a huge blob with holes for eyes. He blew on it, and it exploded. He was knocked backwards with the force of the blow, into a tree. It was only when he looked around did he see his unwary sensei's carcass, dead from the explosion. He screamed – and then ran.

And moments until the one I leave.

He was pale from running and screaming, his hazel eyes were wide. He had ripped his skin on brambles and thorns, blood dripping from the various wounds. He sat, and shivered. He looked around, twitching and alert. He felt another presence… close… He spotted it – a shivering girl, cold and bleeding. He could feel she was about to die. He stood, and padded over to her. He crouched down, and pressed his cold lips to her forehead, feeling the weakening pulse. He didn't know why… but she reminded him of his little sister…

Colourless I kiss her cold forehead I feel life.

Deidara watched the girl die, and swallowed as her heard voices. He pressed his hands to the wound, and shivered, thinking of anything to make him cry. Finally, his eyes watered up, just as the woman came into view. She screamed, running towards her child, scooping the dead girl into her arms. Deidara trembled.

"I couldn't save her…" He whispered hoarsely. The tears fell, and he was dragged by the forearm to the next village by the woman. Deidara was shocked, and felt his vision swimming. He pulled in breath, and finally tripped over a stone, falling to the ground and closing his eyes, feeling the lukewarm, dark feeling of unconsciousness rolling over him like a wave.

When he woke up, there was no-one there… he had been left.

Loose it in a minute and the ones to come feel to far to care.

Deidara sat up, and trembled, getting to his feet. He took a long, shuddering breath, and then remembered his sensei… his dead sensei… and everyone will know it was him… Oh, god oh god oh god… He fell to his knees, and whimpered, clutching his head. The tongues of the handmouths lolled, wettening his hair over his face. He sobbed dryly. His sister, his sensei, he killed them both…

And I'm motioning, still they stand inside me.

AN/ Thanks for reading! The song is a clip from Flicks by Frou Frou… Yeah. This is just a clip of Deidara's past, and I decided to start it with Flicks. Because I did. Yeah. Next chappie soon!