Deidara comes from a background of pure violence and heartache. His parents, Murdered when he was only 3. His best friend, died of extreme illness at the age of 12. His foster parents, death by fire.
Everyone who to got near him seemed to die shortly afterwards
Everyone who he ever loved.. who loved him. Dead, brutally
He's educated from simple words written in a book. All he had was his little brother, Naruto, yet even he was diagnosed with severe depression and ADHD
He went to a supermarket, with the little money he had, in hopes of getting Naruto to eat. But instead, he found someone who made his heart pound like never before
He wondered to himself, "What is this feeling? Hate? No, it's a tremendous explosion in my heart, that man, he's an explosive"
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts and actions, smut, Yoai meaning boy x boy, a lot of weird logic-
(I dont own Naruto or any of the images in this story or the cover art. Credit to Masashi Kishimoto for making Naruto and all the artists)
This is a fanfic about Deidara's little sister who's name is Mirekamosu. She has the same kinjutsu as Deidara, but she also has a born kinjutsu of her own. Though she is an artist herself, she doesn't believe art is fleeting nor eternal. Her saying when asked which art is better, "There's no right and wrong in art. Art is chaos taking shape." She strongly believes that chaos in itself is art. She likes the outcome of what her art or her brothers art can do. When she was eight years old the Akatsuki came for Deidara, she met Kisame and Itachi when she told Deidara goodbye. Though it was night and she was originally asleep. But her brother had knocked something over amd she woke up. Itachi wasn't happy but let it slide.
I don't own Naruto