It was dark before Deidara awoke, opening his eyes. He lay, huddled in the same position he had fallen asleep in, back against the tree. He blinked several times, trying to clear his head. He went through the days events in his mind, trying to see if he could make sense of them.
"Ok, I made the clay bird for Shizune, and then I gave it to her. That asshole took it, and squashed it, and made it explode, un," he said to himself. He looked back at hands, which were quietly lapping at the dirt he was sitting on. He brought one to his face, watching as it panted at him.
"Is this what I am supposed to do with these things? Are they supposed to…kill people?" He reasoned to himself. No, surely not. His art wasn't supposed to kill, it was supposed to impress, to entertain and enlighten. He had painted beautiful pictures, and made masterpieces when other children his age were still finger painting. But, the clay had been different. How did the clay explode? Was it something he did to it? Was it his hands?
"Why can't you just speak and tell me what the hell happened, un?" He was talking to his hands, but his hands had never spoken to him before, so he didn't see a reason for them to now. He sighed, a small smile on his face as he watched his hands licking each other.
"Well, I guess I should go home. I mean, I really didn't do anything wrong, did I?" He got up, dusting himself off and walking through the bushes back towards his house. It was funny, but as he walked, he began to think back on the explosion. It had been…magnificent. He smiled, thinking about the power and magnitude of it. His art had literally been a blast! It was amazing, he thought, that something he had created would have that much force behind it.
"Art really is a blast," he said, quietly to himself. His hands just panted back, no reply coming from their lips.
It was an hour later that he stopped on a hill. His house was just down the other side of it. He smiled, thinking how worried his poor mother would be when he walked in, dirty and tired. He began the climb up the hill, and stopped midway. Something felt wrong. He couldn't place it, but he began to get a lump in his stomach. He began to run, flying as fast as his small legs would carry him up the hill. About three fourths of the way there…he smelled smoke. His eyes opened wider as he willed his legs to pump faster.
Gaining the top of the hill, he pushed aside the bushes, gasping for breath. What met his gaze was a maelstrom of fire, a living hell. He hit his knees, staring as his house was burning to the ground, thick plumes of smoke rising up. No one was there; no one was trying to put it out. He ran down the hill, yelling for his mother. He heard nothing. He quickly gained even ground, running as close to the blaze as he possibly could without getting scorched. He held his arm to his face, trying to block the heat from the inferno.
"Mother!" He cried desperately, frantically, looking to the left and right for signs of the one person that cared deeply for him. He didn't see her. He ran around the edge of the blaze, going to the back of the dwelling. He peered around, but still didn't see her. He threw his hands up frantically, trying to will the heavens to do something. He couldn't think, couldn't come up with a solution.
"Dei…Deidara," a small voice behind him was saying. He turned, glad to have found her, but stopped in his tracks, staring. His mother lay on the ground about twenty feet from him. She was bloody, and he could tell she had been beaten. He ran to her side, kneeling down and grabbing her hand.
"Mother...what happened?" Tears formed in his eyes as he gazed at her. There was so much blood, nothing he had ever imagined could have prepared him for what he saw. A small, thin smile was on her lips. She looked up at him, coughing blood. He wiped it away from her cheek. "Mother…"
"Deidara, please…run. Don't look back. Get…get out of here," she was saying. Her voice was faint, and she was mumbling her words together. Deidara could barely understand her.
"No, mother. I won't leave you! I'll never leave you!" He got up; searching frantically for help, but no one was coming. He could already tell that.
"Deidara, please…you have to run…don't…don't let them catch you," she said. Her words were coming farther and farther apart, and she was breathing shallowly. Deidara got back on his knees, putting his head on her chest and crying. Her hand shakily patted the back of his head, and he grabbed it with his, trying to will life back into the woman that lay before him.
"Deidara…Deidara…" She was gasping now, trying to get her breath. Deidara, tears streaming down his face, was intent on every word she was saying.
"What is it mom?" She smiled again, her breathing normal and light.
"I…I love…" Her head lolled to the side, and her unseeing eyes gazed into oblivion. Deidara sat on his knees, breathing hard. He got up, stumbling away from the corpse. Everything he had known was now gone, taken from him. He stared at the body, and then at the house. The guilt and dread he felt doubled, and he clutched his stomach, empting its contents onto the ground. He hadn't really eaten, so he didn't have much left. He stood, trying to gain his breath. He glanced around, not sure of what to do.
"What do I do now?" He glanced at his hands, which panted up at him, smiles at the ready. Suddenly, his pain, frustration, and fear gave way to anger, hate, and rage. His lips creased, and he stared back at his house. He screamed, yelling up into the heavens. He stared back at the house, and then back at the body of his mother. Then, he turned. He ran, running like he never had before. He was getting away from the town, away from his old life. He didn't have anything left there, anyways.
"One day, I'll show them. I'll show them that I am the greatest artist in the world…in the universe!" He continued running down the road. He put a hand in front of him, and it smiled back. He smiled at it, putting it back to his side. "I'll show them what my art can do. I'll come back one day. I'll show them all. I'll show them my art! My art is…a blast!"
Ok, well. Let's calm down now. This is the turning point in the story. If you like it, shake your hands in the air, scream like you just don't care...just don't cry to much. Leave me a review and I will see what I can do about chapter 6.