Getting AnimeFreakAmanda's Deidara request out of the way before I move on to Utakata!
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
iii — perspective
"My art… is a bang, un!"
"Yeah right. That's not real art."
Preteen Deidara whirled his head around to the source of the voice, azure eye astute and sharp. "…Higurashi."
There was no one else (foolish enough) in the entirety of Iwa that would so impertinently denounce his art in public.
"Art is something that moves people's hearts—not blows them to pieces," she carried on brusquely, fists on her hips as she glared at him with distaste.
Deidara rounded on her, tossing his newest masterpiece up and down in the palm of his hand. He eyed the medic-in-training critically.
Suddenly he smirked, and gripped hard onto his miniature clay model.
"Oi… How about I blow you to pieces?"
An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one.
—Charles Horton Cooley
Author's Note: Got requests? Feel free to send me a shitload of them so I can have more prompts to practice with. Any character(s), any theme; romance, friendship, tragedy, whatever!