A/N- Well, since I just posted P.O.U. D the other day, I started thinking about this idea again and thought to myself:

“Why not put a little starter chapter just to torment you?” Well here it is. Enjoy.

-Chapter One- Between the Blood and Refugees.

Furi smiled over courteously. The bodyguards at the rear somehow were not giving her any unease at all as they passed through the refugee camp. She fondled her shoulder-length yellow-blonde hair as her eyes fell over to her brother alongside her. He however, was not so comfortable. He never trusted the damned refugees, as the soldiers had always told him; they were but treacherous scum of Iwaga, no more than savages lacking any allegiance whatsoever.

It put him in a state of constant unease being around a whole flock of them. Yet, the detour had to be taken. He had been assured by the captain several times that he and his sister’s safety was the top concern. As the younger brother, he shouldn’t have been the one to be worrying. Yet Furi was being just as delightful as she was at home.

Like nothing could ever possibly happen.

She certainly wasn’t very paranoid for a fifteen-year old. He was only twelve, however but that day was not one he ever intended on forgetting.

All it took was one bomb. One single explosion, for it to all move to hell. Their bodyguards scattering like inexperienced genin as his sister ducked for cover, closing her ears trying to drown out the noise that roared as they continued setting off.

The boy paused. Watching as the buildings fell and the debris flew. It was almost admirable, if only it wasn’t happening to them at the moment. His obliviousness was a fault however. He heard a scream from his sister as one of the lowlife refugees grabbed her by the throat. Where were the bodyguards? Off looking and abandoning their mission to protect them.

He saw the knife, and stopped in his tracks. They were helpless. He saw that horrified look in her eye; he could almost feel how hard her breathing was. She could not bring herself to say any words. She was too afraid of death to do so.

The damned refugee had just performed a most successful ambush, and there was nothing they could do, was there? It wasn’t quite fair.

If the next bomb hadn’t of exploded off course Furi would have assuredly been killed there. The aura of it flung them both forward onto the ground. The boy taking this opportunity jumped for the only excuse for a weapon he had on him. One single assassin’s knife was all he had. While Furi tried to get away, the man lifted his weapon.

It was almost concurrent. Furi bit down as firm as she could as she felt that harsh, cold pain down her leg. The rebel’s knife pierced her upper left thigh. Her brother was quick to slit the man’s throat in retribution.

“Deidara,” She spat, quivering coldly. “It hurts.”

She struggled in removing the blade. Though she was incapable of moving the actual leg. The blood ran like a water faucet. She grimaced at the horrible sight of it.

She was unconscious by the time the surviving guards decided to show their faces again. Deidara was alone, and angry. Within ten minutes all things went to hell around them. He could only hope they got back to the Main House in time.

Such horrible things happened so shortly, and it all began with the roar of the explosions.

A/N- This prologue Chapter is horribly short, forgive me. But it is a prologue after all. Wow I'm such a tease for doing this, XD.