The clock ticked in the kitchen, Deidara sitting at the kitchen table.
In two days a memorial was going to be held for the brave ninjas that had been fightning in the war. To go or to go not? Nuh, it didn't matter. No missions was going to be set up and it was for sure that the whole village was going to be empty since everyone was going to gather at the graveyard.
The graveyard - a place where the blonde almost never visited. What was the meaning of that anyway? There was no one to grief for anyway there. But it was crowded today.
Everyone wore black outfits and no headprotector. Some people cried but most didn't.
Deidara searched his way from the back of the crowd to somewhere in the middle, so that he could hear good. The Tsuchikage was there too, at the front. There was also a black haired girl next to him, along with a little chubby boy.
" The war has ended, and by the information we've picked up, it's time to remember our brave soldiers. Even if God himself didn't demand this, we all will accept fate. " , the old man spoke out to all people. " Many have lost someone close to one other- " , he continued.
It wasn't very amusing to listen to. It was boring, but most depressing. But when you have lost your whole family and is the last one standing, you often change your mind about things that you once hated. Perhaps for the sake of someone. To bring their will on yourself. To be proud that they'll watch over you while you grow.
And so the names was being babbled up.
" Aito Moto, Eita Yamamoto, Hiromitsu Tsukino... "
Deidara slowly turned to eye his feet, not wanting to hear his father's name among the dead ones. Because then he could be sure he was going to live on his own.
" Hideo Ueno " , it continued.
" .. Takenaka ".
Different surnames and names, nothing mattered. But please don't line that name up..
" .. Hayate- ".
Deidara froze. The hotness covered his face, and he began to tear up.
Hayate...
No one else seemed to be as sad as him at this moment. He put his arm in his face, crying silent. All alone in the big world. No one to talk to. No one to make proud. Absolutely nothing.
Nothing left.
Even though Deidara wanted to run away from the memorial so badly, he didn't move an inch from the spot he was standing in. He noticed that someone placed their hand on his shoulder, and the blonde turned to look up. Deidasuto?
The Jounin stroked the blonde's shoulder, understanding the loss. And there were nothing to explain either. The older male already knew about his brother, and since he was all alone there, right there on the spot, what was he suppoused to know? If his mother had been alive, she would have gathered there too. Next to him, saying kind words. But there were no mother to soothe him.
On the way home, the Genin had placed his hands in his pockets. He slowly walked in on the treets, no emotion flooding over him. How suprising.
Footsteps neared him. Soft ones at that.
" Deidara! " , a girl voice called. The blonde didn't stop walking.
" Deidara! " , the girl caught up. It was Moriko. She eyed her teammate worried.
" Are you okay? I didn't see you at the funeral! " , the black haired teeanger whined.
No answer.
" Hey, 'Dara? Are you okay?.. ".
Deidara didn't feel like answering. He felt down to the deepest limit.
" I bet you're a bit upset over the dead shinobis that joined the war outside of the village, did you know somebody there? I'm sorry if you did! It must have been a bad loss. My family did good atleast, no one got hurt or injured. We hid in the- " , Moriko stopped herself in the sentence as the blonde turned to glare and scream, " SHUT UP. ".
" ONLY BECAUSE YOUR FAMILY DID GOOD DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE'S DID " , Deidara screamed, trembling heavily.
The girl took a step back, panting.
" I.. I'm sorry.. Do you mean..- ". But before she could end the sentence, the blonde ran away swiftly.
Couldn't that bitch just leave him alone?!
Slamming the door closed to his flat, he walked to the bathroom. The blonde needed to cool down to not do something dramatically. He stepped into the bathroom but didn't lock. Who would come in there anyway?
The cold water hit him, hair soon laying straight. The mouths moved their tongues playfully, and the stitched chest of his just looked awful.
Deidara hated himself so much. The mouths were just pure disgusting. He stroked the stitches slowly, but he soon flipped his trembling hands to eye the mouths.