Deidara was always a misunderstood artist, as well as a misunderstood teen.
And you knew this all too well.
You and Deidara had been friends since childhood.
You had a passion for bursts of color, even if they only lasted mere seconds. This was one of the many reasons why you and Deidara had gotten along so well over the years.
Deidara has always loved explosions. He claimed they were art. Whether they be fireworks, or literal explosions. But you never had a problem with it.
In fact, you found it kind of cute the way his eyes lit up whenever the topic was mentioned.
"_y/n_!" The voice of Deidara filled the silent air.
You looked down from your perch on the tree you had claimed as your own to find your blond friend smiling up at you,
"Come down here! I have something to show you," He called.
You chuckle, shaking your head. You then jump to the ground, landing gracefully on your feet.
walking over to him, hands in your pocket, a smirk graces your features.
"Yes, Deidei?"
His eyes widened slightly, then he crossed his arms and began pouting.
"Don't call me that, _y/n_," he muttered.
You let out a small giggle and smiled cutely.
"What had you so excited, anyways? You had something to show me?"
His face brightened up as he nodded and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him.
After a while, the two of you came to a sudden stop.
Deidara turned to you and covered your eyes, saying, "You can't look. No peeking!"
You giggled and nodded.
The you felt something be gently placed around your neck, as if you were a porcelain doll.
You opened your eyes and turned to Deidara, heat rising to your cheeks.
A necklace with a heart shaped charm was around your neck.
Deidara was looking off to the side, hands shoved in his pockets.
"There's, uh, something on the back," he stuttered.
You flipped the charm over to find a note engraved on the back, just as he said.
'I give you my heart.
~Deidara'
You smiled and wrapped your frail arms around the teens strong build.
"Thank you, Dei. This means the world to me. I'll cherish this gift forever," you claimed softly.
Standing on your toes, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, smiling the way only he could make you.
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A few years later, there were explosions throughout the village.
Running away from all of the chaos and to your tree, you saw the giant clay bird you knew all too well.
"Deidara!" you called out.
The giant bird decended, revealing the one who was behind this madness, and the only one you cared about.
He smirked as he approached you.
"Well? What do you think, _y/n_? They all dissed my art for so long, now they are part of it!" he exclaimed, followed by laughter you knew would haunt even the sweetest of your dreams.
"Deidara, you ruined our home."
He stopped laughing and looked at you.
"No, _y/n_. They did."
Deidara then tilted your chin up, making you look at him.
"What happened to me being your ome, _y/n? Do you remember that? he asked you, his voice growing softer with each word spoken.
Before you had the chance to answer, his lips met yours.
You closed your eyes, melting into the kiss that ended far too soon.
He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.
"I love you, _y/n_," he whispered.
With that, he turned and left, never to be seen again.
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Later on, he was found out to be working with the new threat. An organization known as the Akatsuki.
Upon hearing the news, you clutched the charm that was never removed from your neck.
'Dei, if art is an explosion, would love be considered art? If not, what is it?'
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A/N: Those feels, bro. I honestly have no clue where this idea came from. I woke up at 7;45 this morning and started writting this.
..... I also made a life discovery.....
I have toes.....
