A Thousand Mornings [Deidara Love Story]

I - On the Inside

Four years prior to the ‘incident’ that happened to me, I was inside eating away at a bowl of rice, waiting for Momma and Papa to come home. They told me today was a special day for me, which I remember them saying the exact same words to my older brother when he was my age. I had no clue as to what to expect, considering they didn’t tell me when big brother had his special day. They usually never told me anything. Of course, to be a ninja, you must be stealthy and secretive. Though, we were family, so why hide anything from us?

You heard correctly, I am - in fact - a ninja. I am already a chuunin, though a bit late for people my age. That was to say, I wasn’t the weakest ninja around, nor was the I the best. My family is of the clan which holds a powerful Kekkai Genkai called the Omoiyarinoaru Hiiraa which means ‘Compassionate Healer’. This ability allowed us to use the ‘perfect healing’ which was why our clan is so popular when it came to Medical jutsu. In fact, I remember being told a woman named Tsunade or something was taught under my people. She is the world’s most renown healer now, which had brought pride among the clan. I didn’t have this ability - even though it was basically assured that every person in the Baaten clan was to have it. Although, no one penalized me for not having it even though our genes were carefully monitored so we would have the Omoiyarinoaru Hiiraa.

I paced around the room after my rice was finished, not knowing what to do, but the anticipation was killing me. What was my special day about?

Finally, my parents came into the room, but to not be rude by asking what the surprise was, I ran up to each of them and gave them a hug. My mother stuck her nose in my hair as she hugged me, which she always did when she was in a good mood. My father just gave me a passive pat on the head. He was a very private man - my mother once said - he didn’t like to be all hugs or too mushy even with my mother for that matter. Which surprised me, how did they even have children if he didn’t like to get intimate so far as a hug? My mother was flabbergasted by that statement, but just laughed in the end, probably considering it as well.

“Okaeri Momma, Papa.” I greeted them.

Momma looked a lot like me; or should it be the other way around? She had short straight black hair which was really silky smooth that I inherited. Her eyes were like beautiful onyx orbs that shone in the light. She was a healthy, fit person with a really soft voice. I hadn’t received the soft voice, though. My voice was more like my Aunty Kimiko, Momma’s sister. She was a lean woman with looks that could make just about any guy drop dead. Another trait I hadn’t gotten. I was one of the most ugliest girls the clan had ever seen. Well, maybe not that ugly, but still, I didn’t have the looks I wanted to have. The only thing about Momma that made guys shoo her away like a fly was that she didn’t have giant breasts. They were only a B cup, and she was finished growing. I was sixteen and I was struggling with A’s.

Papa was a lot different from Momma. He was pretty handsome, I guess, but compared to Momma, it was difficult to see how he caught her eye. He had dusty blonde hair that seemed like he never combed it. His dull grey eyes always seemed to evoke boredom. Though, I knew he was a loving father merely from his actions and a bit by his words. Sometimes, he would blow a fuse if he cared about someone’s well-being. I clearly had gotten my short fuse from Papa, since we would often get in heated arguments because I was too stubborn to listen to his demands which were actually out of consideration of the family or just myself. Another thing I inherited from my father was my straight, pointed nose. His nose and mine were claimed - by a lot of people - to be similar; almost identical.

“Chiasa, dear, is that you? You’ve grown so big!” A voice I faintly recognized rang behind my mother and father. Before I could identify who it was, my mother and father were pushed aside like they were mere doors and my Aunt Kimiko came charging toward me and pulled me into a big hug. Her grip was like a bear’s and it nearly ruined my blood circulation.