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A/N- Okay, so it would seem I was tempted to write on this some more. Ah well, I might update EVERYTHING this week. Due to the fact the new chapter gave me new material to work with. (Evil laughter) Ah well, enjoy.
The streets of Iwaga were never kind to him, or the other nobles. Perhaps due to the shabby treatment they were given constantly. They were always to be treated inferior, and no high class snob would ever argue with that. After all, laws and regulations always sided with them.
The young fair-haired man was used to evading a stone or two when he walked down the thoroughfare. However, only once, due to the harsh treatment the criminal faced for such a simple assault. Death was quick there for anything. He felt no remorse of it. Sometimes it proved amusing what the low-class idiots attempted.
After he hit age sixteen, however, he stopped letting bodyguards join him on his trips. It became bothersome to always be assisted by the inadequate fools. All they knew how to do was kill, anyways. He could easily handle himself.
The halls of the main fortress were always hushed when he arrived. A small number of cleaning servants would pass, muttering warnings under their breath as they vanished from his sights. They were always afraid to say anything unless spoken too, knowing every punishment to be unpitying and swift. However the guards at least had some nerve, he could admire. They would greet him as he passed them with simple outbursts of:
“Welcome home, Master Deidara.” Then they would give an off gesture, then silence. Well, it was something at least. Every now and then, they would tell him something fresh. However the chances were meager, ever since the war had ended. Everyone had little or nothing left to them for duties. This meant he never had anything to do. Being born after the war had already passed them ever so swiftly by.
He turned to the tan-skinned guard to his left. “Any occurrences?” He asked simply, just begging to know anything of significance. “Things I need to look into?” The guard paused.
“Umm, Yes, Lady Furi was looking for you earlier, Master Deidara.”
“Sis?” He chuckled. This was nothing new. She was simply bored stiff again, perchance more than he, as her condition prevented her access to missions, or even strolls. She would wander around the bastion, chatting with maids and servants. Strangely unlike her brother, who only discussed with the lowers when it came to business.
He wandered into her room to find her polishing off some trinkets until they coruscated. With a bit of disinterest in her gaze as she held it above her head. Watching it shimmer flamboyantly through the chandelier lights. As Deidara slammed the door she jumped with a smidgen of alarm. Followed by a giggle, she grabbed to her side, reaching for her crutches.
She fiddled with her untamable curly blonde hair as she forced herself upwards. How annoying it was.
“Bored again, I see. Yeah.” Deidara sighed. “Have you been polishing those things all day?”
She gave him an unmasked glare in reaction to that statement. “It isn’t my fault; there isn’t much to do when you’re stuck in this room all day.” Her face flustered in annoyance at her brother. Despite knowing it was just a joke.
“So how was your mission,” She grinned, as he leaned back against her left wall with a lackluster moan. “The same as always?”
“Of course, another false alarm, yeah.” He shook his head. “They call for every tiny disturbance they can think of.” He rolled his blue eyes, thinking back to how when he reached the camp, it was over one single person.
“Well, at least it gives you something to do for awhile.”
“Heh, I think I’d rather be bored here with you then dealing with a bunch of morons, yeah.”
“And polishing jewelry? I doubt it.”
Deidara let out a short chuckle at that statement. He could envision himself holding the brass polish. “Alright Furi, never mind. I regret saying that.” He looked her over. Seeing the same thing he saw every time. Her exceedingly pale skin and permanently bandaged leg. Ever since that incident at the camp, she had been informed her left leg was never going to work properly again. She seemed a lot weaker since then too. But over the years she was able to manage. Somewhat at least. It was one of those things that left their father in an uproar. He was so mortified to have his daughter be considered “weak” by the other high class citizens. Especially as the younger son of the Tsuchikage. If he wasn’t to be the Kage, then he was desperate to at least have some of the highest skill from his side of the family. It was nauseating to say the least. Deidara knew all too well what kind of fool his father was. He found ways to avoid his rants and such over his duties since he had made it his business to make his surviving son take the place of each one of his fallen or disabled brethren. However, appreciatively his father was regularly at his grandfather’s, the Tsuchikage’s side, giving Deidara and Furi boundless amounts of time to have the benefit of badinage.
Deidara wiped the dust from his blue and black kimono with a sigh as the hours seemed to pass after days.
Nothing. Why was it that nothing ever happened? The fortress was deathly quiet, and the outside was a slum in chaos. Nothing was ever done. In a world like this surrounding him, there should naturally be a plethora of problems.
Yet known to everyone, all of the citizens mistreated, feared too much for their lives to act towards anything. After all the umbrage they must have felt towards the Tsuchikage, and all the other nobles.
Nothing.
It seemed almost odd he would wish for something terrible to transpire, just to free him from this curse of vulnerability in naught.
Furi gave him an odd glance as he gazed from the window at the revolting scene before him.
It was huge yet he heard no crowds. The moving silence was beyond sick to him.
The surrounding cliff sides secured the citizens imprisonment in a strange fashion. He let his eyes close as the sun gleamed in when it occurred. Perhaps it was his wish granted, some sort of thaumaturgy of sorts? The explosions rang in canorous tune of sorts to his ears as they burst from the grounds of the slums of Iwaga. More followed in seriatim. The uproar made his ears connect to the newborn susurrus in the halls.
It was a few moments before he recognized his younger cousin’s voice as it called and the door thrust open.
“Hey, Deidara!” He shouted, a spot of exhilaration in his accent, “Something’s up outside!”
As if Deidara could not put that together on his own. He could still hear the loud, progressive chaos outside, and the dust from aftershocks fluttered though Furi’s open window. However, his cousin seemed uncaring of this, and from the look on his face, desperate to get in on the action.
Which was uncharacteristic, based on the lazy brat he typically was. When Deidara was unresponsive, he glowered in his direction.
“Aren’t you going to join us? I thought you were looking for some excitement.”
“Fine Gouzen, yeah.” Deidara replied smoothly, as to not cause the brat to objurgate him any further. So he didn’t have time to let the whole ironic situation process, he supposed.
He could finally hear the people. Of course they were not exactly talking easily, as all was heard were only shouts of terror and fear. As a few people rushed for their lives in his view he searched as fast as he could for the cause of the explosions.
It was just like before, when they were ambushed that one time. All the shinobi not counting the few higher-up nobles were nowhere to be found, freaking out as they failed to find a source.
In his distraction an explosion went off so close it thrust the blonde to the ground. He scraped across the concrete, cutting open a few minor wounds, and singing the ends of his long hair. His left eye started aching a bit, perhaps as a reaction from the explosion, or just from the dust in the air.
He just didn’t understand. The explosion had to be coming from somewhere. He kept looking, ignoring the bleeding. He could feel the slight amounts of fear inside his body, those desires to flee.
He wouldn’t allow them to make him a coward like the lowlifes who left him and his sister alone in that camp. He refused to let any bit of his spirit depreciate like the loyalty-lacking bodyguards he had dealt with over the years. His eyes trailed over the alleys. Something was splashed on the walls of a building in an odd fashion. He brought himself closer.
It’s clay? He thought momentarily, and then discarded the idea that it could ever be the source. Probably just to seal up some leak. At least that was his first thought.
If he hadn’t of turned his back, and moved to a further-away structure, he would have most undoubtedly perished in that detonation. He had to struggle to keep balance.
That building was the next one to go. It couldn’t have possibly been… He leapt back to the remains of the building. His eyes trailed the debris. The smallest fragment caught his eye. There before him, were groups of sizzling remains of clay. He gave off the slightest knowing smile. He had found part of the source. But part of him wanted to know exactly how it worked.
Though he still knew there had to be some sort of detonator. His eyes kept examining for other signs, yet all he saw at the moment was Gouzen. Whoever it was had to be good at hiding. That exploding clay had to have taken a week to be placed for action. He leapt to higher, ground, though as he landed checked the full facade of the construction first. Knowing he couldn’t be too careful.
Maybe if he were lucky, his idiot cousin would be the next casualty.
There isn’t anybody around. He thought, his temper slowly getting the better of him as this wild goose chase went on.
Then, without admonition, the explosions halted. Gouzen paused on the tower in which he stood. Confused and lost like the moron he was. Deidara noted there were in fact a few more men further out. Though he was astonished there was that many.
They stood unresponsively out there for almost thirty minutes. Just to be sure it was actually over, and not just a trap.
The whole thing, the entire setup, to Deidara, was oddly amazing. As they returned in he saw the looks of fear on the men’s faces, and the look of confusion in Gouzen’s eyes. But of course Deidara had thought a bit further ahead. He rested his hand on his pocket, where he held the last sizzling remains of that clay.
He could get some use of it once he had the time. But first it was about time to go and greet the Tsuchikage and his old man. Of course his father wouldn’t have been caught dead in that place in a crisis, the cowardly old man.
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Furi, realizing he had returned, came over to him as fast as she was able on those crutches. Asking questions he didn’t have time to answer right then. He simply nodded and informed her:
“I’ll fill you in later, Furi. Yeah.”
In which she frowned towards, and walked back to the room. Knowing she was never permitted to the meetings, since she was not Shinobi.
Deidara grinned as she went off. He rested his hand on the meeting room door.
Maybe this can all work to my advantage, yeah. He smiled with almost a sinister fashion. After all, whatever jutsu it was that could do that... could be very useful to learn. He let his hand hit his pocket again. The blood on his arms and legs was still moving slightly, and his hair still damaged, but at the moment it didn’t matter.
He had a wish fulfilled, and something told him, despite the chaos, it would bring him something great. Only time could tell, as he slid the door open to join the meeting, seeing a mixture of annoyed and apathetic faces glance in his direction.