Well, this is a little different from a fan fiction. This is a Fan Fiction Fight(see what I did there, with the extra F....well, I thought it was cool >_>) Anyways, basically I pick two Naruto characters and have them beat the sh!t out of each other. I only posted a very, very short part of a battle to see how well it would be liked. If you guys like it, I'll continue and finish this fight, and make more on your requests. Anyways, enjoy. I'll add a poll.
Deidara stood imperiously atop one of his clay creations; a bird which resembled an owl and was quite large in size. He cradled a significant number of his C1 bombs in his two hands, as he stared down at Sasori, ready to shower him with the small explosive creations.
Sasori was angry, the scrunched eyebrows of Hiruko's partially masked face were his only means of expressing his boiling rage. He was not entirely surprised; he had come to expect many acts of foolishness from Deidara, but to think the child would actually challenge him. Him! Sasori of the Red Sands! Surely, this latest feat of stupidity would be Deidara's last.
The setting was a wide clearing, paved with lush green grass, which swayed quietly in the wind. Within Hiruko was Sasori's true form, and behind the puppet, there was a dense forest, where massive trees sprang and twisted towards the sunny skies above. A short distance in front of Hiruko, hovering cheerfully atop one his clay sculptures, was Deidara. Hiruko's mouth fell open and a shower of senbon darted at the airborne Akatsuki. His bird easily careened out of the path of the hail of weapons and Sasori cursed inwardly.
Deidara dispersed the C1 bombs down at Sasori, his right hand already weaving the hand seal which commanded his deadly explosions. Hiruko neither moved nor flinched. The puppet merely stood still, its back curved as always, and directed its scorpion-like tail at the descending C1 sculptures. In a series of swishing movements, so fast that they appeared blurry, the metallic tail swept away each bomb.
Deidara created two more bombs; both tiny, bird shaped and white in color as the rested on his palms. He flung the duo at Sasori then hurriedly weaved a hand sign. The two bombs, in a puff of smoke, magnified in size. Their wings beat the air with desperation, as they flapped towards Hiruko, intent on bringing about his doom.
The aged-looking puppet lashed out its tail at the clay birds, but they edged out of its way every single time. These birds glided around Hiruko's attacks with quick and fluid movements, and in a matter of moments, Deidara's new creations found themselves inches from Hiruko's face. “Katsu!” cried Deidara and instantly, the air was filled with an ear-splitting boom.
Wisps of smoke bloomed skywards and the ground around where Hiruko stood was severely cracked. Deidara beamed with a manic smile, waiting impatiently for the smoke to fade and reveal shattered pieces of his partner. After a few tense moments, the haze did clear sufficiently enough for Deidara to see what became of Sasori. However, what his eyes beheld only filled him with disappointment and cold fear.
Hiruko was nowhere in sight and Sasori had revealed his true form. A puppet body with a deceptive youthful appearance and an Akatsuki robe. His hair was red and short, his eyes were narrow and unblinking, and his lips had settled into a sinister smile.
Sasori was armed with a different and extremely more powerful weapon than Hiruko. Donning a brown tattered-looking cloak, the re-animated remains of the deceased Third Kazekage was spread on Sasori's back, its vacant eyes gazing the blonde nineteen year old who dared to defy his master.
“You'll be a fine addition to my collection, Deidara.”
To Be Continued.(If I get enough votes)
Well, you've come to the end of it. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to vote. If you're interested in an actual FF from me, then click on my sig :scorps:
Deidara stood imperiously atop one of his clay creations; a bird which resembled an owl and was quite large in size. He cradled a significant number of his C1 bombs in his two hands, as he stared down at Sasori, ready to shower him with the small explosive creations.
Sasori was angry, the scrunched eyebrows of Hiruko's partially masked face were his only means of expressing his boiling rage. He was not entirely surprised; he had come to expect many acts of foolishness from Deidara, but to think the child would actually challenge him. Him! Sasori of the Red Sands! Surely, this latest feat of stupidity would be Deidara's last.
The setting was a wide clearing, paved with lush green grass, which swayed quietly in the wind. Within Hiruko was Sasori's true form, and behind the puppet, there was a dense forest, where massive trees sprang and twisted towards the sunny skies above. A short distance in front of Hiruko, hovering cheerfully atop one his clay sculptures, was Deidara. Hiruko's mouth fell open and a shower of senbon darted at the airborne Akatsuki. His bird easily careened out of the path of the hail of weapons and Sasori cursed inwardly.
Deidara dispersed the C1 bombs down at Sasori, his right hand already weaving the hand seal which commanded his deadly explosions. Hiruko neither moved nor flinched. The puppet merely stood still, its back curved as always, and directed its scorpion-like tail at the descending C1 sculptures. In a series of swishing movements, so fast that they appeared blurry, the metallic tail swept away each bomb.
Deidara created two more bombs; both tiny, bird shaped and white in color as the rested on his palms. He flung the duo at Sasori then hurriedly weaved a hand sign. The two bombs, in a puff of smoke, magnified in size. Their wings beat the air with desperation, as they flapped towards Hiruko, intent on bringing about his doom.
The aged-looking puppet lashed out its tail at the clay birds, but they edged out of its way every single time. These birds glided around Hiruko's attacks with quick and fluid movements, and in a matter of moments, Deidara's new creations found themselves inches from Hiruko's face. “Katsu!” cried Deidara and instantly, the air was filled with an ear-splitting boom.
Wisps of smoke bloomed skywards and the ground around where Hiruko stood was severely cracked. Deidara beamed with a manic smile, waiting impatiently for the smoke to fade and reveal shattered pieces of his partner. After a few tense moments, the haze did clear sufficiently enough for Deidara to see what became of Sasori. However, what his eyes beheld only filled him with disappointment and cold fear.
Hiruko was nowhere in sight and Sasori had revealed his true form. A puppet body with a deceptive youthful appearance and an Akatsuki robe. His hair was red and short, his eyes were narrow and unblinking, and his lips had settled into a sinister smile.
Sasori was armed with a different and extremely more powerful weapon than Hiruko. Donning a brown tattered-looking cloak, the re-animated remains of the deceased Third Kazekage was spread on Sasori's back, its vacant eyes gazing the blonde nineteen year old who dared to defy his master.
“You'll be a fine addition to my collection, Deidara.”
To Be Continued.(If I get enough votes)
Well, you've come to the end of it. Hope you liked it. Don't forget to vote. If you're interested in an actual FF from me, then click on my sig :scorps:
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