Fleeting Impermanence

Deidara | 19 | Multi-Ship | Multi-Verse | Affiliated with aninjaworldrp

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

Kushina watched him maintain on the ground and her chakra and feral features instantly backed off…this kid wanted to get her goat maybe but a fight? His position on the ground indicated he wanted anything but, though it was stupid of him to goad her if he knew the first damn thing about her. The red head wondered if it was some flaw in his raising…though…her own temper was a result of a lack of raising so it could easily be that as well.

Separated from your village at a young age she knew the kind of paint hat could cause but, she wasn’t sure if Deidara struck her as the type to be weighted by such sentimentality.

“If you knew who I was you should’ve thought twice before thinking you could get away with calling me house wife.” she wanted to add he didn’t have to stay on the ground she wouldn’t hit him but, then she figured that pride that seemed to be motivating him would flare up so she said nothing just stepped back and watched to see what the teen would do.

Deidara carefully gauged her reactions before finally deciding it was safe to stand up again. He dusted himself off as she spoke, huffing when she was done.

“I’m here to pay for my crimes, not make friends or kiss your ass.” he confessed, venom in his bright blue eyes.

He was volatile, that much had been obvious from the beginning, but he wasn’t an idiot. He wasn’t about to actually start a fight, especially not with the Hokage’s wife. Though he had no idea what kind of leverage she had in any of his decision making, Deidara wasn’t about to risk anything, on the off chance she declared him too unstable an entity-- a loose canon.

Still, wasn’t this all unlike the artist anyways? He’d been chained down like a dog and he would rather die than follow orders, but his ultimatum was that he would join the task force, or have his powers sealed away forever. Without the means to create art, life would be utterly pointless and worse than death. He begrudgingly decided to join this worthless task force and his anger at his circumstances leaked out at every little provocation, but she would never understand.

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Inconsequence || Deidara & Itachi

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featheredmask:

    A slow blink was sent in the others direction, the blonde wanted to beat him, he wanted to laugh but instead a scoff left his lips. 

    “I’m afraid that won’t happen.” not because he doubted the others abilities ( well he did ), but because he needed Sasuke to beat him. So he couldn’t allow anyone else to end his life. Itachi slowly stood from his spot before tilting his head and narrowed his eyes. 

    “You can’t even sneak up on me, how are you supposed to defeat me -? You’re just a kid. A kid who is just starting out. Until you better yourself as a shinobi, you won’t even be able to touch me.” Deidara was young, stupid, careless - someone who had to learn and better themselves. Itachi could kill him in seconds. 

Itachi wasn’t taking him seriously. He could tell as much by the way the other peered at him through cool, unamused eyes. It made his blood boil to be looked down on like this.

Pink stained his cheeks as the other, yet again, brought up his inability to stay quiet and gather information effectively.

“So what?” he countered, anger edging in his voice.

“Maybe I can’t beat you now, but my art reigns supreme. Once I refine it, I’ll be able to take you down, along with this whole organization!”

It was a childish declaration. Now, Deidara was just being foolhardy, but when provoked, he really only proved just how immature of a ninja he currently was. He lacked proper discipline, he realized as he noticed he had shoved his hands into the pouch for his clay that rested on his hip. Already, he was springing into a fight he wasn’t ready for in order to defend his fragile ego.

He looked down at his hands then back at Itachi and he clicked his tongue in irritation.

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Sandcastles || Gaara & Deidara

@suna-kingu

Deidara kept his head low. He was walking into dangerous territory. It had been a couple of years since he had last stepped foot in the Wind country, but he doubted his past aggressions will have gone forgotten. 

He lived the life of a vagabond-- homeless, jobless, ceaselessly wandering the world. He had escaped Akatsuki by feigning his death, but he wasn’t any freer now than he was back then. Even in these times of peace, there were bound to be repercussions should he get caught. His past actions weren’t without consequence, so he cut his hair and kept his head low, but he could never keep quiet for too long.

There were rumors in the wind about a band of mercenaries who burned entire villages to the ground. In reality, it was never more than one person. It was never anyone other than Deidara who grew restless at the thought of being unable to perform his art. Who would miss a tiny village here or there?

It would seem that even here, in Suna, rumors of deadly forces who decimated tiny port towns, had followed him. He avoided eye contact at all costs.

He would get supplies here, avoid the temptation to blow the place up, and move on to the next village. The desert was too vast to risk waiting until the next village to gather supplies. It was a risky, but ultimately necessary stop on his endless journey.

Deidara stopped. 

There was a dangerously familiar chakra in the wind. He could taste it.

Gaara.

With practiced precision, he schooled his heart and his expression back into a state of calm and made every effort to conceal his chakra from the Kazekage. This was a man he’d killed once before. Singlehandedly, Deidara had killed the leader of this land. He knew there would be the possibility of having to deal with that little transgression of his, but he never thought he’d encounter him so soon.

The sooner he could get out of here, the better.

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

She’d been planning on scolding the kid and letting go of him but, it seemed that attitude of his had no intention of breaking…this egotistical little…

The rest of her control gave way and her eyes flashed red and feral canines pointing and she used the new force from the rush of the fox’s chakra to toss the brat to the ground. Hard enough to hurt but she managed to restrain herself not wanting to break anything since he was technically an ally….technically. The burn in her stomach wouldn’t be sated till she’d taught this blonde punk a lesson or two.

“My name is Kushina Uzumaki, ya know! Deidara you should at least learn who you’re talking to before you go spouting off your garbage.” She was the Hokage’s wife, of course she knew who he was, the whole Akatsuki reform had to pass not only through her husband but Minato made sure to pass it through her as well..for obvious reasons.

“Oof!” 

She was stronger than she seemed, but he should have expected that. The sudden flare of familiar chakra was not missed by him, but she reacted faster than he could retaliate and thus had ended up on the hard ground. 

Sky-blue eyes glared up at the woman as her appearance became feral. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a jinchuuriki’s power flare up, but it would seem she had a much finer control over her demon than anyone else he’d met. Perhaps she did have the means to back up her claim of being a somewhat formidable shinobi. He still wasn’t fazed. 

“I know who you are.” He snapped, choosing to remain on the ground. Unless he really pissed her off, there was no way she’d come at him again. She was the hokage’s wife after all and had her own appearances to keep and responsibilities to uphold.

But yes. Deidara knew she was Kushina Uzumaki, the holder of the nine-tailed fox spirit. Such details were behind him now. He couldn’t care less about jinchuuriki and keeping a list of Konoha’s ‘who’s who’. This village wasn’t his and if he’d had a choice, he’d blow it sky-high. But he didn’t.

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

House wife?!?

Are you just going to take that Kushina?

She heard the beast glowering from within her, he was of course egging her on the only time the monster got exercise was when she chose to use his abilities. For now though, she yanked back at him reminding him of his place but her hair had only been down a split second before it rushed up again and she moved forward with a rush of her own chakra to her feet grabbing the teen by the collar and yanking him off balance.

“Watch who you’re talking to I’m not some house-wife…I’m an S-Ranked Jonin with a lot more experience than you kid….and you don’t wanna find out what that means for you the hard way ya know!” Kushina had lost it there was no calming her now the Red Hot Habanero  had been fully ignited.

“I’ve fought tons of criminals more skilled than you so you’re gonna wanna watch your mouth or else.”

And there it was. She reacted exactly how he thought she would... except, she was a little angrier than originally anticipated. He didn’t quite like being yanked by the collar.

Deidara stumbled, but hardly had much of an opportunity to right himself or straighten out with the woman’s vice-like grip.

“You say that like I care, lady.” he drawled as she shouted in his face. In times like these, he had come to realize that those who shouted on and on about their prowess hardly had the means to back up their claims.

He bit back the temptation to do a little bragging of his own. After all, he’d been in the Akatsuki since he was a kid and although he hated it and despised himself for even considering it as the smallest badge of honor, it had to mean something, right? He doubted this blazing woman had ever met anyone of Deidara’s caliber. But that could just be the egoist of the blond talking.

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

This impudent little brat, Kushina did her best not to outright start twitching having finally heard the truth she should be satisfied, but the way he stuck his nose in the air like he was too good for it all irritated her even more. She should cut him some slack and let it go she knew that and yet the woman found herself gritting her teeth even as her hair fell back down to her sides as she tried to calm herself.

“Well I hope for your damn sake that you weren’t aiming at me because i don’t think this is a problem you wanna start…” her glare was fierce as the demon inside her, unlike herself Kyubi was rather fond of whens he lost her temper, he seemed to think it gave him leverage over her.

It didn’t.

Deidara snorted, nose still high in the air as he refused to even look at the woman.

“Like hell I’d be looking to start some shit with a house-wife.” 

The statement itself was more than enough to ‘start some shit’. Deidara knew this. Perhaps, at this point, he was just looking to push the woman’s buttons. These leaf village ninja were all the same-- fiery and irascible. The blond was hardly any different, though. 

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

“Oh REALLY?!”

Kushina didn’t back down and her temper was not at all satisfied with that explanation her glare not even begging to relent. The red head took a step forward the fire still rage in her mind and chest anger overtook the Uzumaki woman easily and her temper always raged like a forest fire.

She lifted the projectile she’d been struck with.

“Cuz I know this hit me in the head and you’re the only one around to have thrown it blondie! Try again and you better be telling the truth or I’m gonna lose it you know!” Honestly, it was a small thing to lose her temper about had it been anyone else perhaps Kushina might have controlled  herself.

It was one of them and no matter what her beloved Minato said, she wasn’t ready to trust them not by a long shot.

The fact that this lady just wasn’t backing down and was now beginning to threaten him, threw Deidara on the defensive.

“HEY! I didn’t throw a damn thing at you!” he snapped, taking a step forward in retaliation. The explosive teen couldn’t help it. He just wasn’t the type to take being pushed into a corner very well. His temper could be as red-hot as this woman’s.

“I kicked it.” Deidara corrected with the cockiest smirk he could muster as he straightened out and crossed his arms over his chest while he thrust his smug nose into the air.

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- Reaching out - 

By invisibleninja12 

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[rhymewithrachel]

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AU Premise #1

1950′s AU in which Deidara is young and bratty and filled with the constant desire to fight anything and anyone, but everyone thinks he’s too young and pretty to get down and dirty with the big boys. In an effort to prove himself, he continuously gets himself into nasty situations and always ends off biting more than he can chew. 

I just really like the imagery of baby gangster Deidara perpetually covered in bandages and always angry at everyone in the world for looking down on him.

[10domu08]

5/5

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deidara is metal as fuck tbh

[masao-micchi]

beware The Tobi.

From THIS

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

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hi-no-akai-ito:

Kushina had warned Minato about trusting the Akatsuki sure they dissolved but she still wasn't’ sure. However, the current Hokage, Lady Tsunade, had been adamant about trusting the new Akatsuki with their new leadership and goals but she still hated it just the same. Of course she was sensitive about it, she was a Jinchuriki after all it could’ve been her they killed not many of her fellows…but, she’d eventually accepted it. Lady Tsunade was a wise woman older than even herself if she said it was the best for the village Kushina would accept it. However, since one of their higher ups was in the village today she’d been pacing around outside the Hokage’s building just in case something happened. Nothing came of it though and she had started walking away down the path chiding herself for being overly cautious when thump, a rock hit her square in the back of the head.

“Ow! What the hell was that for-” and then she turned around and came face to face with the man who her suspicions of him had lead her strait to this place to begin with and he’d just thrown a rock at her!

‘Hey just who do you think you are throwing rocks at me huh punk! You think just because you don’t technically belong to the village you can just disrespect it’s citizens whenever you want. You go throwing rocks at the wrong person and they’ll pummel you within an inch of your life Blondie. Not to mention it’s just plain rude ya know!”

She didn’t mention her status as Jinchuriki she didn’t know if the Akatsuki had ever identified her. However, as usual her hair flared up it served no real battle purpose but her chakra seemed to respond to her wrath by making her hair spread out and up not unlike the tails of the beast she held.

Subconsciously, Deidara shrinked back. She was scary.

Rather than interrupt her like he originally intended to, you know.. until her hair started floating of its own accord to match her rage... he waited until she was finished to explain himself.

“H-Hey!! I didn’t throw anything at you, lady!!” he shouted back feeling a little more cautious than he had in a while. The blond could blow people up sky-high and argue for days and be a petulant brat all he wanted, but there was something about this woman’s rage that made him feel like a little kid again. 

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Inconsequence || Deidara & Itachi

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featheredmask:

His expression remained stoic; save an eyebrow raise. The other did have a rather colorful language, but his vocabulary wasn’t particularly widespread. A part of Itachi reminded himself that Deidara might not have been brought up light himself; no tutors and no ‘prodigy’ title hanging over his head to push him to be better in everything. Even speech.

    “You should act like it then.” he spoke after a moment, before letting out a quiet sigh and shifting his gaze to fully land upon the kids face.

    “I’ve noticed you.” 

Of course he has.

    “What is it you want, Deidara? Is this curiosity you have for me? Or for my eyes?” usually it was one of the two. No one wanted to know who Itachi really was though; the man under the dark veil he threw upon himself; that grows thicker over time as he piles more and more sin onto himself.

Deidara’s eyes narrowed. He would give anything to wipe that smug look of condescension off Itachi’s face, but he knew he was not anywhere near the other’s level. Not now. Not yet. But it was still embarrassing to be scolded like this-- to be caught so easily.

He huffed.

“Only because I was careless.” he tried to defend, but what good was a careless shinobi?

As Itachi spoke again, Deidara met his eyes for the briefest of seconds, before he remembered the embarrassment he suffered the last time he looked into them. 

“I’ve decided I’m going to defeat you one day. That’s all you need to know.” he explained half-heartedly as he refused to admit he was that curious about Itachi and his mysterious eyes.

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Red-Hot || Deidara & Kushina

@hi-no-akai-ito

Absolutely incredible. 

If anyone had asked 9 year-old Deidara what he thought his career as a shinobi would look like after 10 years, the true story might have made sense coming from the mouth of a child. Just how in the world had he gone from freelance terrorism, to being forced into an organization which took on missions of all kinds to further their own goals of world-wide domination, to then dissolving that organization, only to restart it as a task force loosely overseen by the allied nations... well... it seemed as ridiculous as it sounded and Deidara, who’d always been a bit of a loose cannon, got into more trouble than he’d like to admit for his lack of care when it came to his explosions.

He was far better suited for the chaos of war.. Not these small-scale missions to suppress foreign enemies.

Feeling irritated, the teen kicked a rock that was in his path. He’d just left the office of the Hokage. He’d been reprimanded yet again for his carelessness on a mission assigned to him by the village hidden in the leaves. Deidara was clever and highly capable, but he was itching for violence. A simple ‘search and destroy’ mission was not his style, but the Hokage felt otherwise. Now they had to deal with the repercussions and blah blah blah...

This village wasn’t even his home to begin with, why should he care?

As he continued walking up the path, he caught up with the rock he’d just kicked and in his rage, he reared back and sent the rock flying. 

Impassive blue eyes followed the rock as it soared ahead of him and only widened as he realized it was about to hit the back of a red-headed woman’s head. 

Subconsciously, he braced for its impact and cringed once he heard the woman cry out.

“Oops...”