Chapter 3 – Sun-fall
Deidara raised his gaze, his eyes fogged over with faked bravery, as he would not give Sasori the pleasure of seeing how truly terrified he was right now. He was a shinobi, one raised in the hardest of all villages, and he would not allow the redhead to see him as shaken as he was right now.
Sasori had seen enough already, with Deidara's nightmare and out-of-character clinginess.
Deidara thought of this, and also thought of his life so far. Sasori was staring back him, the same emotionless glaze over his eyes making it impossible for Deidara to read.
So Deidara thought.
Heh, No one is gonna miss me, yeah. I left my village, not that they ever cared about me even before I left. I had no friends; that was never my forte. I disgraced Dad, killed Daisuke, Mom died….
He shook his head, growling as he looked up at Sasori once more, when he noticed that his gaze had drifted to his feet.
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Sasori could see through the blonde's façade, no matter how hard he tried to look brave, all humans were easy for Sasori to read. End of story.
The brat was worried about that dream, mixed with worrying over if Sasori would murder him for being so clingy.
Tch, stupid human. Liked I'd be bothered killing him over that.
So Sasori just stared back, wondering if the kid was ever going to realize that he wasn't going to do anything to him.
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Several moments passed.
Deidara's eyes had a strange, glazed-over look to them, as if he had already been killed. They were a duller gray (as they could no longer be called blue) than even before. He kept his head raised, and his gaze intent and unwavering, just as he had been taught to do in the face of death.
But he didn't want to die this way!
I want to die as art, un! Not at the hands of someone else! That would be weak, and I'd be left to rot, I wouldn't leave a legacy, or fear, and I wouldn't have recognition! I can't die like this, I have to die as art- fleeting, bright, loud, destructive, and explosive, un!
So he slowly stood up.
"Face death, accept it, yeah. That's what those idiots told me, yeah. I know that I'm weaker than you, Sasori-Danna, un, but that doesn't mean that I'll accept it. And I sure won't die alone. So go on and try to kill me. You'll go down in the process, yeah!"
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Sasori half wanted to laugh, and half wanted to praise the brat. Neither side won, and he merely stared at the younger shinobi.
Heh, he has far more determination than most others…. But he also is far more reckless and stupid. I guess I get to see first-hand what this kid is capable –or incapable –of.
So he stood.
"Come at me, shinobi, with all you have. Otherwise you will die before you even reach me."
The brat snorted, smirking.
"Doesn't matter whether I reach you or not, yeah. You'll die the same as if I were right next to you if I'm a hundred feet away, un."
Sasori smirked.
Long-range. This kid is giving away too much information, and making it too easy for me!
"Then come at me. I wish to see this 'power' of yours that enables you to do so… before you die."
And Deidara continued to smirk.
"You won't live to see the true beauty of my masterpiece, yeah. My true art."
The blonde clenched his fist tightly, unclenching and repeating this several times. Sasori only watched him, unmoving, and seemingly uncaring, hiding his true interest in the brat's doings. Especially since he claimed it to be art. That was what honestly had gotten Sasori's attention.
But this was his mistake. In the split second that Sasori's mind had drifted, Deidara had finished with his fisting, and had now thrown several… things… at Sasori.
He dodged, smirking as one of them hit the wall next to him, and he took a moment to observe it, as he deemed it safe since it was no longer a moving projectile.
The 'thing' was a (somewhat squished) bird. Intricately molded, with even the feathers in detail.
So this is his 'art'. Not bad…. For a brat.
"KATSU!"
Suddenly, everything went wrong. Said clay bird blew up.
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Deidara smirked. Art always triumphs. It is beauty, it is what is right.
The loud blast had probably woken everyone up. It should've at least. They should be here any moment.
He grinned as the smoke cleared, waiting for the gory carnage to make itself visible to him. That was part of the thrill, taking in the beautiful, mangled corpse. The one you defeated twisted all because of art. Deformed. Art. Mutilated. Beauty. Ar-
What is that, un?!
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Sasori wanted to smirk at the brat's face, but he had the Third Kazekage to worry about. Never before had he had to use it as a quick defense. If it was damaged greatly, he might really kill the worthless brat.
He quickly looked at the puppet's front, where the most damage would have been dealt.
The stomach area was the worst, charred beyond belief and a huge crack running down the middle, spreading into several smaller cracks that were all over the torso.
His face contorted into a snarl.
"Brat." He growled out.
This would take forever to fix! The base of his puppet was nearly ruined, and it was all because of that idiot and his crazy clay creation!
He looked up to glare into the eyes of that brat.
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Deidara stood, flabbergasted.
He survived, un. No. Way. I hit him point-blank. Even with that ugly thing he is holding, he should still be hurt! He doesn't have a scratch on him, and he isn't bleeding anywhere, un! How the heck did that thing block my art like that?!
His face twisted into a confused and worried grimace when he saw Sasori's expression.
"Oh. Crap. Un."
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And the world went black.
For the Lord-knows-how-many-times time.
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Deidara awoke. He felt dizzy, and this area was unfamiliar to him.
He tried to lift his head, and came to a startling revelation.
He couldn't move. At all.
And he was covered, his complete torso, in bandages.
Whenever he tried to move or struggle to stretch, a sharp, piercing pain ran straight up his spine until he let out a cry, desperate for help.
And he got exactly what he was looking for.
A small hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Shh, little one. Just relax. You are fine, safe. Just calm down, or else you will reopen your wounds."
It was a soft, female voice. She sounded like his mother, when she would comfort him after a fight with his father.
It was so comforting, he instantly took what she had said for granted, and closed his eyes, drifting to a peaceful sleep, for the first time in years.
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