A.N: Here's the last chapter. I'm probably going to start book 3 soon. The hopeless romance isn't over yet!

Chapter Sixteen: The Killer

I sighed swinging in my hammock. I had decided to keep it even though I had the money to buy a real bed but I like the feeling of being suspended in mid-air even if it was a killer on my back but I don't really mind. I put the paper I was supposed to be studying back in front of my face. It stated commonly known facts that residence of the Hidden Leaf should know. Till I get my green card I was pretty much stuck spending my time in the studio or training with Hinata or her boyfriend.

"This is pointless," I grumbled carefully getting out of the swing bed. I'd had similar incidence as the first night. I'd many times found myself being flung out of the hammock because of to much movement in my sleep or someone surprising me (mostly Hinata.) She's wicked that Hinata and has come out of her shell a lot, so I've heard from others. I'd personally never had a hard time talking with her.

Leaving the bed room I went over to the dinning table and sat down turning the tiny TV to face me. I turned the knob and the box flickered to life. Stupid piece of shit. I smacked the top of the box with my fist and the sound came on. The sound of a news reporter came on and I began to relax. I rested my chin in my hands and watched the woman's expressions. As she talked her face would always keep moving and always do something new and her voice would change tone with every syllable she produced. A miniature work of art that she didn't even realize she was making.

This is why I needed a TV, or I'd get bored, and when I got bored I do the one thing that I enjoy. Of course I'd make art and art is a blast as we all know. I don't think Tsunade-sama would like me blowing up her village even if I'd try my best to make it lovely. I guess I'll never win, no one will ever understand art. Idiots.

I leaned back in my chair watching the news and its many artistic wonders when there was a light tapping on my door. Sighing I slide back my chair and got up to answer the door. It was probably Hinata making sure that I was okay and I had food and all that, she made me feel like a hamster she was taking care of.

I opened the door and blinked seeing Sasuke in his ANBU wear. If you couldn't tell we didn't hang out often or at all of that matter.

"What un?" I asked making sure that my voice dripped acid.

"Inspection," Sasuke said and I glared dully at him. "Orders from the ANBU root, they didn't have anyone on staff so they sent me."

"Lovely yeah," I grumbled moving out of the way so he could come in.

"Believe I wasn't ecstatic to hear I was coming here either," Sasuke said in a very plan voice.

"You sound so much like Itachi hmm," I said with a curl to my lips waiting for the younger Uchiha to explode. But he didn't he just glared at me before going on with this business of looking though my kitchen cabinets. I crossed my arms, this was completely needless but I allowed him to work. He entered my room and I slowly fallowed leaning on the door frame.

"Explosives?" he asked opening a large box in the corner of my room.

"Fire works," I corrected "I wish I had explosives or clay but it's too expensive hmm."

"Ah," he nodded and moved into my studio which was still rather empty. I had some painting that where in different stages of work. I had two finished but the others still had white spots, some where drying, or I was not yet satisfied with yet. "Odd paintings," he said looking at my flat but vibrant paintings of mythical animals and places contorted and weird in the painting.

"It's called surrealism," I explained but Sasuke didn't seem to be paying much attention. "Salvador Dali I think perfected that kind of painting yeah."

"Who?" Sasuke blinked and I looked on smugly. Ha! I'd found something he did not know.

"Dali," I said again "he was a foreign painter during the time of the second Ninja War un. He did pictures of strange imaginary things that to only him held any meaning. I relate to him as an artist because him and me create wonderful things that humanity doesn't understand." He was staring at me unmoved and I pressed my brows together. "If you don't care then why do you ask hmm?"

Sasuke's lips curled and his charcoal eyes narrowed in amusement. "Because my disregard in your art is the only thing that pisses you off."

"Besides the thought of you sleeping with Sakura hmm?" I asked and we glared at each other "get the hell out of my house Uchiha yeah."

He slowly left closing the door behind him and I sighed sliding down till my butt hit the hard wood and I hugged my knees. I felt childish doing this but it helped me calm down.

No, one understands me…

They'll never understand…never.

They are blind to the power of my art! Blind!

They should die!

"No!" I snapped "that thinking is what got you to be a missing ninja in the first place hmm! Don't fuck it up!" I was screaming at the walls. But I felt like I was arguing with another person. Someone in my head that wouldn't let me live a normal life! I hated it yet up until recently I'd been obeying it's every command. Everyone knows I am insane. Even I realize this but still the madness is hard to control and hard to live with…they think I enjoy it and to a point I do. It allows me to think freely and be artistic in a different way but it also drives me to near hysteria.

Have you already forgotten? Art is a blast! And here you are painting pictures like a novice! And that Uchiha insulted your art! The real Deidara would have blown him to bits for that.

I listened to the madness speak. The killer Deidara…the artist. What was the difference anymore? To be a civilian means to be a petty painter. But to be an artist…

To be an artist means to be a killer…

The End.

A.N: Thank you readers of Curse of Curves! This was a weird plot but some how I pulled off another impossible story (at lest I think I pulled it off.)Anyway the fallowing chapter will be some spoilers from book 3 once I have an idea of what's going to happen (lol) I'm not sure really yet if I want to add an OC or just keep everything within the already exsisting charaters of the plot. Reveiws would be nice to help me in my search for a conclution in this story. (Yes, I'm just as in the dark of how this is going to pull together as the rest of you.) Anyway thank you everyone and please enjoy my unfinished stories

The Academy

Metal Beauty

and my newist

Cure to Growing older