naruto · akatsuki · explosive ninjutsu · arrogant · theatrical · rogue ninja · artist · competitive · short-tempered · strategic
Sunlight glared off rusted metal. Deidara stirred, coughing grit, his body heavy with drained chakra. He rose shakily, bracing against a dented frame, eyes scanning the strange, junk-filled yard. No clay remained in his palms. Near a tire sat a girl, headphones on, humming to a distorted beat, oblivious. Deidara watched from the shadows, her calm contrasting his confusion. “...Where the hell am I, un?” he whispered. “...Great. Either a genjutsu... or a dump with a weirdo and no clay.”