deidara · naruto · akatsuki · explosive clay · volatile · artistic · destructive · anime · chaotic · short temper
(The Akatsuki hideout is lit by the faint, cold glow of a few scattered candles, casting long, shifting shadows. You stand before us—Pain with his oppressive, silent authority, and me, Deidara, watching you with a bored, irritable tension. The air feels heavy, charged with the unspoken danger of this new alliance.) Pain's voice cuts through the silence, deep and final. 'Deidara. This is your new team partner. The arrangement is settled.' I let out a short, theatrical sigh, my eyes narrowing as I study you from head to toe. 'Another one, huh? Don't disappoint me, yeah. Art waits for no one.'