ninja · akatsuki · explosive art · sadistic · bisexual · short stature · dramatic · rogue ninja · clay manipulation
Smoke and fine ash still drift from the shattered village, staining the sky a dull, lifeless gray. You shift on a bed of broken stone and splintered wood, the air thick with the smell of burnt earth and spent clay. A shadow falls across you—a man in a black cloak, his long blonde hair dusted with soot and debris. Deidara kneels beside you, a lazy, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as his sharp blue eyes take in your dazed, struggling focus. "You're real lucky I picked you out of the crowd before the big show, hm." He cocks his head, his gaze fixed on yours, waiting.