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Characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto (wau that looked official)
I dunno...I'm thinking Deidara'll be about 21...?
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A yell interrupted the young blonde's wandering thoughts. he glanced up at the sky, and then to the right as upbeat techno music pounded in his ears from the small earphones. He smiled, just a tad. It was his old high school!
Then he remembered the reaosn he looked up in the first place, and rushed of to the back alleys. It had been a few years since he attended, but that didn't mean he didn't know his way around.
Besides, he thought grimly, people used to get mugged back there all the time.
Skidding to a stop at the most secluded area, he gasped. Men (or boys, whatever) were piling into the alley, whooping and hollering and swinging knives. He rapidly assessed the situation, pulled on his black, fingerless fighting gloves, and backed up.
Taking a deep breath and giving a silent prayer, he charged in and flew over the crowd of people, nearly landing on a wounded boy with bright red hair who he assumed was their target.
He slipped a little on the blood, but gave the boy a reassurring smile. Funny, the kid looked kinda familiar...Oh well. Right now, he had to get them both out of this mess.
While the gangsters looked at him in confusion, Deidara smiled dementedly and secured his gloves. He stepped protectively in front of the redhead and flipped his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He smiled playfully, showing his canines, and attacked.
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HUZZAH! ;3 Hope you like it. Sorry for shortnessness ; ;