Sorry this one is short folks, very, very bad family problems. ARGH! I don't like this one! So bad T_T
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Random Useless info!: I won't be using a refrence or description of Deidara's personality when writing him, because really, if you think about his personality and think about characters who acts the same way you would come up with Sokka from Avatar The Last Airbender (Only he has a Boomerang instead of bombs). So you guys have to tell me if I'm writing him too OOC, like "i can't take this much OOC-ness" OOC. Honest mistakes are homest! and a very bland Hummus.
Still don't own Naruto~! 1605 words!
The Uchiha glared at the steaming, swirling broth in the cup he was holding on his knee as he leaned back against one of the newer looking walls of the shack, which actually looked more like a place creatures aside from chipmunks and snakes could live in.
He will come back.
That was what Tai had said right after Deidara stormed off.
'And he will come back, just let him have some time alone to vent,'
Madara sighed and sipped the bitter brew. He knew Dei would return, that wasn't why he was wishing for the tea to explode -It tasted terrible-, he just hoped that he didn't have an army of clay masterpieces backing him up.
The boy has proven to be resourceful, he could probably make a cart load of clay from scratch with tree bark and lemon juice if he wanted to.
Maybe not C2 but still something Madara wouldn't like to make contact with anytime in the near or distant future.
'Then the glass really will be in the sandbox,'
(And we switch from coal to wheat)
Deidara blew harshly as he stomped through the forest.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, all he knew was that at that moment he wanted to get as far away from Tobi as he could without actually getting too far away from him.
If that made any sense.
The blond honestly had never been so angry and calm at the same time.
He was pissed.
But it wasn't just what Tobi had told him that got him in that mood, surprisingly.
It was just...
Tobi.
Stupid, moronic, not a single brain cell in that head of his, Tobi.
Was an Uchiha.
A fucking, Uchiha.
He gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists so tight his nails dug into the mouths on his palms and his knuckled turned white.
It infuriated him!
But it wasn't just the fact that Tobi was an Uchiha that brought him to his boiling point.
Granted that didn't help the bastards case in any way shape or form.
No, it was the fact that Deidara didn't feel anger towards this Uchiha Tobi.
He didn't feel the hate he felt for Itachi.
He felt it but...It wasn't the same.
Maybe it was the herbs still thinking for him or maybe it was that the masked ninja had always acted so care free and ridiculous around him, destroying any sense of respect he might have ever earned.
Maybe it was because Tobi never didn't belittle him, for his lack of physical ability, he never mocked his art.
He never boasted about the power of the sharingan, like a certain other Uchiha. Hell Deidara hadn't seen his sharingan activated during the time they were together.
Not once.
And the things that Deidara absolutely loathed about the old Tobi, were practically non-existent in this new one. He wasn't as hyper, though he did still tell crappy jokes, he didn't talk all the time, he didn't call him Sempai, he didn't whine or bitch.
Excluding the his recent outburst of course.
This new ninja that had taken his place was hardly completely serious when he was calm but he wasn't bubbly either.
Kami did Deidara want to stuff a spider down his throat when Tobi spoke, when this Tobi spoke, he didn't mind it. He was so quiet and calm, it didn't grate on the bombers ear drums.
Above everything else, he didn't look like a prideful Uchiha. When the blond first saw his face -even if it was only half of it- he noticed that the resemblance between him and Itachi was only hair, eye and skin tone.
That was it.
He looked tired and -dare he say- sad, lonely even.
Pathetic.
Like a lost child or something.
Only he wasn't a child, he was older than Deidara, the Iwa's ability to solve basic math helped him figure that out.
Plus he knew his way around a wrench and lumber, he reminded the blond of his Danna, especially when he was going through the wooden planks and boards at the lumber yard.
Tobi had told Deidara to look for wood with fine grain and only a few knot-holes but ended up doing it himself.
Because even with that direction the blond still didn't know jack-shit about what would be good for rebuilding a house, finding entertainment in a struggling spider caught in its own web which was hidden within a pile of wood scraps while the Uchi-Tobi looked around with the yard owner.
Deidara came to a stop as he reached the small lake that the waterfalls fell into, beyond the trees he stood beside it was open and green.
...He couldn't think of anything. (A/N: Neither can I :D)
He couldn't think of a good reason to treat Tobi any differently, he couldn't think of a reason to hate him anymore than he ever had.
Uchiha or not.
So he wouldn't, at that moment he decided that he wouldn't change how he saw Tobi, unless the situation called for it of course. It seemed more open minded than he usually was, but hell Tobi was still Tobi.
He was still a ball of energy that pounded the terrorists nerves down into pancakes.
Regardless of how the masked ninja acted, Deidara knew for a fact now that there was much more to him than he first though - even when him being an Uchiha was just a hunch- and that he had to keep his guard up, keep his temper at bay if only just enough to not anger him.
He was plenty capable of getting into a fight but his clay supply was still low and Tobi had never succumbed to his art before, he would need a much more 'potent' batch if he ever needed to defeat Tobi.
You know what.
Screw needed, if he ever wanted to kill Tobi he needed to be prepared.
So at that moment he decided he would train.
He stared at the open area with his eye half lidded.
Yup, he would go out there and train.
...Any minute now.
...
Deidara puffed his cheeks, he spent too much time lazing around on his ass.
He untied the cheap clay pouch he brought with him and dipped his hand in, grinning as he marveled in the feeling of the clay he had been too loopy to remember he missed so much.
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Madara dropped the hammer that had been glued to his hand for the past three hours on the ground before dusting his hands off on his leg.
It was getting late, the cicada's were already out and chirping along with the crickets and small distant popping sounds.
They were like little firecrackers, probably spiders exploding, when you're made of C2 explosives and are thrown at hard targets that tends to happen.
Or maybe Deidara had found a lost traveler to torment.
Both are possible but if the smell of burning wood that was caught on the late day draft was any indication the former was much more likely.
TaiTai had given up on Deidara after an hour of taking Madara away from his work on the shack to tune his ears to any noises that might have been the blonds approaching footsteps.
He didn't admit defeat though and a couple hours later he was insisting that Madara go look for him, his excuse was that he wanted to make sure Deidara wasn't getting into trouble.
But the Uchiha knew that Tai just wanted it to be him who clears things up.
It wasn't a hard lie to see through, getting into trouble was what Dei did best.
Madara was in agreement, it was great that Deidara was back, and it was great he was getting out and training to re-hone his skills, but he couldn't work himself too hard.
It would be in his best interest if the elder went and brought him back before he fainted or his arm started hurting too badly.
Knowing Deidara his arm could fall off and he would keep fighting.
Madara chuckled lightly at the memory of Dei that flashed through his mind, the iwa without any arms, still funny.
'Let's go!,'
The Uchiha locked his fingers behind his head and stepped into the forest, he held back a cough that scratched at his throat as he took a deep breath.
It would really suck if he drank that nasty tasting medicine and it didn't work.
'If it doesn't work we can rub it in Momo's face!,' Leave it up to Tai to use illness as a way to show up an old woman.
Momo's body shivered as she sneezed, her little cat's tail bristled at the loud noise and sudden gust of air.
Momo sniffed and rubbed her nose, "Somebody must be talking about me," she said petting the kitty with her free hand to calm her.
Madara snorted as he reached the end of the bombers path and through the cover of leaves spotted the bomber in the not so far off distance, grinning like the little pyro maniac he was.
He had expected TaiTai to be cheering or something else he did regularly but it was strangely quiet in his head. And he didn't even have to tell him to shut up or anything! he let a small smile spread across his face before his ears twitched at the sound of a twig snapping behind him.
"You seem happy about that,"
His face feel and his visible eye widened in surprise at the voice.
TBC
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Who is it? Only I know :p but it is NOT Dei this time XD that would be quite the magic trick...Thank you for reading, please review, favorite and all that good stuff if you like it :D Bye-bye!