[Deidara x Reader] Butterflies One-Shot

"My art is a blast! Un." Deidara nodded to himself as another explosion sounded outside. At this rate, Leader is sane enough to start confiscating all the clay Deidara owns and throwing them down in Samehada's throat to eat them.

"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep here, you know!" Came an irate voice from the floor upstairs the hideout.

Pulling your window up, you glare at the culprit while you are still in your pajamas, and your hair in an unruly mess.

"Ugh, I knew it was you! Who else would be up at 3 AM in the morning, blowing up bombs right under my window!?"

"Geez, right now, you're even louder than the explosion earlier. Un." Deidara muttered.

"I heard that, blonde."

"Un."

After that, you sort of lie there on top of the window and thinking. What was so special about art being fast and a blast?

"You know," you started. "Art isn't always a blast."

"What?" Deidara asked, not quite expecting that. And secretly, he was sort of offended.

"If you say art is fleeting, then think about monarch butterflies. You don't see them around here, but when the male and female mate, the male dies, and later the female dies after laying the eggs. It's really sad. Even if they didn't end in an explosion, their lives were fleeting pretty fast and silently. It may not be art, but that's how I would interpret it." You said, reading everything off your mind.

Deidara was sort of stunned by your speech and simply shrugged his shoulders.

He had to admit, that you were right. Art for him was a blast, and fleeting, but it's not always a blast for others. In other ways, art is pretty sad, to disappear quickly and quietly without anyone knowing.

You were speaking your mind, but in a way, you were unconsciously saying what you didn't want to happen to him. It was maybe, a metaphor. But you sort of hoped the message would get through before it dies away, sadly like a butterfly.