Deidara Oneshot (to make up for 7 minutes in heaven) Ch. 1

RECAP

You straightened, dusting yourself off and cursing.
"Boy, that explosion was pretty." You said out loud.
"Thank you, yeah." Came a voice in your ear.
Uh oh.

PRESENT TIME

Another explosion sounded, right next to your feet. You jumped high to the side, the shrapnel barely clipping your shins. You landed softly a few feet away, only to be thrown into the air by a bomb going off under your feet. You came down hard on your side, and a loud, sickening crack split the air. You screamed in pain as you felt one of your ribs jab you in the lung. Coughing up blood, you tried to sit up, but the pain made you gasp and fall back. The blonde boy strode from the shadows, a cocky smile plastered to his face.
"Aw. Had enough of playing hero, yeah?" He asked, grinning sardonically. You coughed up a moutfull of blood and then spit at him.
"No. Just trying to catch my breath." You retorted. He looked down at the spot where your spit had landed.
"That's rather unlady like,un." He said sarcatically, wagging a finger at you. You turned and sank your teeth into his hand, feeling bone crack under your iron grip. He cried out in surprise, then stuck his fingers from his free hand against your jaw tendon, pressing hard to get you to release. You shook your head, trying to shake off his desperate fingers and tear the tendons in his hand. He pressed his lips together and pressed his palm into your head.
"Give me my hand, un. I just got it back, yeah." He laughed unhumorously.
Suddenly, you felt something wet run over your forehead. Your eyes widened and you spat out his mangled hand. You reached a hand up and wiped the back of your hand against your forehead, trying to dry it of the slimy liquid. The blonde nursed his broken hand.
"Aw. Had enough of playing bad guy?" You asked, smirking. He turned to you and smiled.
"Nope, un." He gripped hs hand at the wrist.
"Doen't that hurt? You asked, pointing to his mangled hand. "I broke every bone in your hand."
"Nope, hmph. I've had my entire arm ripped off,yeah. This is nothing, un." He shrugged, and then glanced over at you.
"You know, you're pretty fierce for an undernourished street urchin, yeah." He said, eyeing you.
"Um, thanks?" You asked. You weren't sure if it was a compliment or a slur.
"What about you, un?" He asked.
"Um, what?" You asked, confused.
"Your ribs, yeah. You were coughing up blood, un." He said.
"Oh yeah. No they're fine." You said, laughing slightly. You winced.
"Uh huh. Bull, hmph." He said reaching over to poke you. You pulled away, trying to save yourself from a world of hurt. He studied you for a moment. "You should join Akatsuki, un." He stated randomly.
"I don't think so." You said.
"Why not, yeah?" He asked.
"First of all, I'm not a criminal. Second, I don't want to go out on missions to kill people." You said.
"You don't have to be, hmph." He said. You looked at him questioningly. "Recently, my...partner died, un." He looked sad. "I have a new replacement for me when I get back to the lair, but he's annoying. And he's not a criminal, but yet he gets to be in Akatsuki, un."
"That's odd. I thought criminal organizations only hired criminals because they didn't want to look stupid with a bunch of noobs and only a few real criminals." You said.
"Yeah, I don't get it either, yeah." He said, staring up at the sky.
"So what's the difference between me and your new replacement?" You asked him.
"Well, you know how to fight, un. All he knows how to do is pick flowers and annoy the hell out of me, yeah." He said, frowning. You laughed, and then became quiet as you thought.
"Hey." You said. He looked over. "What's your name?" You asked.
"Deidara, un." He said simply.
"You got a last name?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. He frowned.
"I don't think so, un." He said.
"Oh." You stared ahead. "You said your partner died. Who was he and how did he die?"
Deidara looked quite sad.
"His name was Akasuna no Sasori, and he was an artist, just like me, yeah. We were out on a mission to recover...well we were out on a mission when he was killed by our oponents, un." Deidara said quickly.
"THE Akasuna no Sasori?" You said in disbelief.
"Yes, un." Deidara said. "Now I get to ask you some questions, yeah."
"Okay."
"What is your name, un?" He asked.
"Ookami no _______." You said.
"_______ of the wolves, huh?" He said, amused. "So you weren't lying when you said you parents were dead, un."
"No."
"Alright. Now, what are your views on art, un?" He asked, eyeing you carefully.
"I think art can last forever, or it can be brief. Some things are only beautiful because they are only here for a moment." You said. "Like your explosions. They are beautiful because the patterns and colors change every time. No two are the same." He was staring at you like you were God.
"Exactly, yeah." He said, lifting his head to the stars. "Okay, one more, un. Please join Akatsuki, yeah."
"That wasn't a question." You pointed out.
"Please, un." He gave you a pleading look. You sighed.
"Okay, fine." You said. He threw his arms around you.
"Oh thank you, yeah! I promise you won't regret it!" He cried. You gasped as his arms squeezed your broken ribs. He pulled away quickly. "Sorry, un."
You flashed him a pained smile. "No problem."
He smiled back.
"Let's get you back to the lair so you can eat and shower up. Then we'll talk to Leader-sama about you joining." He grabbed your hand and started towing you into the woods, away from the direction you had come from.