A/N: I know, I know, I'M SORRY! I couldn't update because I was so busy. What with Piano competitions and school and vigorous piano practice...well you don't want to know, you want the story. So here's the story:

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Deidara would NEVER DIE! Wait...is that even a good thing? Duh! Of course it is! Stop arguing with myself, I'll turn into Zetsu!

I just want you to know that this chapter was really...well...I can't say fun, but I wanted to write it. Deidara is my favourite character in the whole of the Naruto series, and I just wanted him remembered...you know? -cries- Okay, I'll shut up so -sob- you can read -sob- my fanfic -sniff-

He was perfect.

He was undefeatable.

He was art.

And he wasn't going to lose to an Uchiha brat. He hated those eyes. They were the same as they had been years ago, when Uchiha Itachi came.

"That's what pisses me off about you! You and your accursed brother!"

His anger was all coming out. After being cooped inside for so long, he finally had a chance to express himself. And yet, Sasuke did nothing.

"Stop acting cool! Those eyes! Those god-damned cocky eyes of yours! It drives me insane! Eyes that reject…that disdain my art! I refused to be looked at by them anymore. Eyes that show no wonder… no appreciation… Eyes that ignore my creations!

He wasn't going to lose. He wasn't going to lose to some unartistic bastard. He always had one more trick, one more attack. All the Uchiha's were the same. Itachi. Sasuke. He was going to show them, show all of them, that his art was supreme. His art rose above all creations.

"I couldn't care less about all that. Now tell me where Itachi is."

That monotone voice. Those uncaring eyes. How he detested them. How he hated them. How he wanted all the Uchihas to rot in hell. He couldn't lose now. No. He would prove to everyone he was the best artist in all eternity. And that art really was...

...a bang.

He made his choice. He was going to prove it, even if it sacrificed his life. There was only one way he could win now. He couldn't move. But he could still win.

He tore off his shirt, a cascade of messy blonde hair rolling down his shoulders and across his face. The effect was ruined, though. In the middle of his chest was a giant, ugly mouth restrained by stitches. His hands worked quickly, snapping the stitches within seconds. His mouth roamed free, a giant one with a huge tongue.

He felt invincible.

He was going to win. There was no doubt about it.

He laughed. A maniacal laugh directed to the sky, the Uchiha brat, and everyone who had dared to tease him, who had dared not to appreciate his art.

"Behold my masterpiece, Self destruction!"

He was unaware of the transformation he was undertaking. But he didn't care, even if he knew. He had no idea he was insane. Why would he be out of his mind, wanting to be transformed into the most beautiful art there was? No. He was perfect. Or he would be perfect. His transformation is a must. It has to be. There was no other way. He had to do this, even if he died.

"Death will transform me into a work of art! An explosion unlike any of the others...one that will leave scars in the earth like nothing else...A creation worthy of praise unlike anything before it!"

Yes, he decided. That was what will happen. He was going to be one with the explosion. He would make this Sasuke brat tremble with fear at his creation. And at last, he would achieve his final goal. To die with an explosion. He had lost his will to live ever since he died. Ever since Sasori died.

Ever since his Danna died.

Even Hidan and Kakuzu's deaths did not seem too terrible compared to Sasori's. But at last, he would go to heaven, or hell. If he went to heaven, he would see his Danna. If he went to hell, he would forever haunt Sasuke. And Itachi, when he came. The two brothers that made his life worse than hell. He would haunt them, and jeer, and laugh. And he would be free.

Sorry…Tobi…

He would no longer be forced to do everything. He would get his own way in everything.

"And you…will die!"

He laughed again, a confident laugh. One that will surely pierce the hide of his hated foe.

"This blast will cover more than ten kilometres. You'll never survive, hmm!"

He saw it. In that Uchiha's eyes. Fear. He liked it. He wanted more of it.

"Now show me your fear! Drop yourself in awe…and despair. Cry like a lost child!"

He could feel his transformation coming to an end. The end of his life drew closer. But he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted to fear, and to be one with the most beautiful thing man had ever created.

"…Because my art…"

Yes. It was ready now. He grinned maniacally, watching his opponent's horrified expression. He loved this. Every moment of it. He wished he could see more of this, more often. If only Itachi would kneel in fear of his creations, of his art. If only he could finally show that he was superior. He wanted to show everyone. He wanted to share his art. He wanted everyone to see that art was a bang! But everything was fleeting, after all. Life was fleeting. And he didn't have long to live. He knew it. And he liked it.

"IS A BLAST!"

Bang.

A giant explosion rocketed sky-high, tearing everything within ten kilometres to pieces. Sasuke was never going to survive that. And he...what about him? He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel sorrow, he couldn't feel regret. But he felt that he was free. He was finally free to soar in the skies and be one with whatever he chose. But of course he was. How could he not be?

He was Deidara, after all.

A/N: I love that last line. Deidara shall live in my, and all the other fangirl's hearts forever! Okay...too dramatic.

Review for Deidara's sake? And I will write quicker if you review! I will!

After you review, have a nice day? -cries-