[Deidara x Reader] Days with a Terrorist [drabbles]

Solitaire

Before being a member of the Akatsuki, and deeper before you were on a killing spree, you were a lost and confused child.

Having lived in an average home, with almost nothing, you had parents, who practically left for work and never came home until very late at night. And they would leave early again the next day. They came and went so often, that you can't even remember how they looked like. You weren't sure if they wanted you in the first place. Maybe they left all the time, because they didn't want you. Soon, you killed them. You discovered that you had this special power. Concentrating hard enough, you can make something explode into bits and pieces in seconds. Of course, you had taken it the hard way, since you had killed your first victim, a little girl you had despised.

You thought of ways to kill her, and when you clenched your fist, she exploded. Screaming erupted everywhere, as her head blew up, leaving her body to drop limply to the ground, her blood spraying in a shower from the empty stump that used to be her head. Skins and tiny scraps of her head littered the bloodied flower. People were staring in horror at you, as you smiled, licking the blood that splattered on your face. You killed your first victim.

And it continued. People shunned you, tried to kill you, hated you, despised you, feared you. They did many things that were negative to you. You then killed them all off as well. Your parents deserted you, shortly after. No matter to you. You couldn't make out if they were your family or haters anymore, anyway. They are all the same. They didn't show love. 

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You grimaced at the memory of everyone lying in a pool of mixed blood. As much as you love killing, it didn't always feel good to see blood-slaughter everywhere, like a wide-area of pig slaughter. You didn't care, though.

You were left alone in the first place. Maybe they should have tried to befriend you, or welcomed you. But they left you as a mere stranger.

Now in the present, you tensed whenever Deidara would smile and laugh, joking along with you, as you blushed. You weren't used to so much attention, but that may have been what made you adore your only understanding senior right now.