Hey guys! Sorry for the delay! I was having a case of major writers block and had no idea where the story would end up. I assume the plot line will begin to start right around here. Thank you for the support!
He could see nothing but darkness throughout the room. Every so often, clanking metal was heard scraping against the ground, followed by the moans of prisoners kept hostage in the asylum. Where am I...? he warily asked himself as he struggled to sit upright. His back was stinging with a burning sensation that felt as though a million pins were seeping into him. He moaned along with the prisoners.
In the distance he could make out a faint light that shone over the dazed faces of broken men and women, shrieking as the light blinded them for that split footsteps protruding from the man holding the light became closer and closer until- "GRAH!" he screamed as the beaming light blinded him. The man could see the outlining of his face that was stained in blood, his bleak and lifeless eyes, his dark red hair-
Sasori bolted upright, gasping for the air he did not need. What the hell did I just- his thoughts were cut off by a pair of blue eyes gazing over at him. Deidara was snuggled in a mountain of blankets and pillows that seemed to be protecting him from any outside air. All that Sasori could see of him was his face, allowing the image if him as a child to float through his mind. The puppet gracefully sat up, allowing the fake joints of his arms and legs to stretch as he grabbed for the black and red cloak that was draped over the edge of the bed.
"Get up, brat," Sasori instructed. "We have your first mission today." Deidara did so, causing an avalanche of pillows to occur. They both got dressed and went outside to start their mission, Deidara being unusually quiet the whole way.
"Legend has it that the scroll of Eftuhia is guarded by an ancient spirit that can easily kill anyone who encounters it," began Sasori as they neared the entrance to the cave. "Be aware of your surroundings, and don't become scared," his tone was mainly annoyed as he placed his hands on a vine hanging over a single rock. From inside Hiruko, the puppet master began to chant what sounded to Deidara like a monk's prayer. A flash of blue light encased the rock and sent bits of it outward in an explosion. The two cautiously entered the vault of Eftuhia.
It was beautiful yet strangely creepy. The air around them had a distorted feel, anything they spoke turned to jumbles of letters in their mouths, the marble black stone they stepped upon would crumble at their feet, only to leave a footprint in the stone. Dark water fell into two streams at either side of the cave, leaking mist into the air and coating their skin with burning sensations. The flowers that hung from the vines around them turned and twisted in distortion which made the cave spin around as Deidara stared into their endless void, and with a crash he fell into a puddle of the dark water.
Hiruko merely rolled his eyes in disgust at the manner of his partner as he plucked the forbidden scroll from its place. He too began to see the spinning mass of the cave and collapsed on the ground as the mist from the black stream grew larger to form what seemed to be a black susano'o. The strange guardian took the scroll up and placed it inside of its distorted rib cage.
Sasori shakily took his place back on his feet, readying puppets for combat, nudging Deidara with one. The blonde shook the puppet away, swaying on two feet as he scooped clay into his palm's mouths. The boy was shaking at the dark yet brilliant creature he saw before him, almost in tears by the sight as he began to shake harder. Darkness reminded him of the endless black abyss that was known as the asylum he was kept in. And yet, he felt a bit better staring at it.
When the clay was ready, the mouths spit out a black substance that barely resembled his clay at all. It began to mold itself into a mirror image of the susano'o, sword flaring in the dimness of the cave as the two beasts stared each other down. "Deidara! What the hell!" screamed Sasori. "Feel the power of my art," Deidara said, letting his hands fly to the sky and sending the clay susano'o to attack the other. With one swipe of his sword, the protector of Eftuhia vanished into a cloud of mist.
Grabbing the forbidden document, Deidara looked to his startled partner with darker eyes than usual. "Sasori Danna," said Deidara. "We need to get the scroll back to base." Hiruko nodded in agreement, scared by what he had witnessed. What the hell has gotten into Deidara? he asked himself.
Sorry for the short chapter guys! I was distracted by watching someone in Naruto die about twenty times. *rewind...rewind* Probably just to make sure I didn't see them die. But I did... Can I activate my sharingan? Am I allowed? No? Okay well...I will try to update soon again! Sorry this chapter was kinda crummy...