VEEERRRYYY short... I think.
The boy made several figures of clay and hoped onto one of them that was shaped like a giant hawk, the rest were smaller animals, spiders, humming birds, etc. The hawk flew high into the air. The boy—Deirous as he was called—slammed his hands together in the formation of the bird, triggering all of the creatures to explode. The explosion wiped out half of the forest around him and almost hitting Deirous himself. He pondered on something that was seemingly unimportant.
Deirous: What was it that my old man used to say...? Ah yes... “Art... is a blast!”
~
Riku had pondered over the Raikage’s words for what seemed to him like centuries. He was mostly focused on the part of how he would need a team, and a group of skilled ninja. He would have to be straightforward with this. He had been on the lookout for new allies for quite a while now. And he figured that this village would be as good as any place to start.
Not only was he in heed of the Raikage’s words in this, but he was also paying attention to his own lack of company. And what would happen if someone like Shikonai or Tenzu came and attacked again? He couldn’t always depend on unexpected help at the last minute. He needed help.
And that was when he fixed his eyes on the explosion of a lifetime. He stood up, feeling a new enemy on the premises. Already infuriated, and frustrated from having no clue where to start his search. He really needed a punching bag.
~
The artist smirked at his work, a smirk that was short-lived and soon dropped into a frown as he noticed the suspicious eyes watching him. He started speaking to the figure without so much as turning around to look at him, already knowing who it was.
Deirous: Riku, student of Shinru, son of none. Am I correct? Your name passed around the village more than quickly. Being asked to have an audience with the Raikage isn’t something that goes unnoticed.
Riku disregarded all of his greetings, eyebrows narrowing.
Riku: That explosion... was you right?
Deirous: Last time I checked, I was a human, not an explosion. But yes, I did make the explosion if that is what you’re asking.
Riku’s eyebrows narrowed even more than before. He charged towards Deirous while drawing his sword. Once he was close enough, Deirous stepped to the side and put a knee up forcing Riku to ram into it. Deirous bent over, looking Riku, who was basically slung over his knee, in the eye.
Deirous: Ya know, they say people who charge in like that are REALLY intelligent.
Riku backed off of his knee and stepped back, and prepared for another charge.
Deirous: Yup, it’s sure to work this time isn’t it? *rolls eyes* Look, how about you let me talk first.
Riku gritted his teeth; the guy’s sarcasm was starting to annoy him.
Riku: Talk.
Deirous: Well... where do I start. I have a knack for exploding stuff, the Raikage doesn’t allow it at the village, so here I am, practicing. That’s really all there is to it.
Riku: Mind elaborating more? Who are you exactly?
Deirous: Well, I guess I could tell you. But only because now I know that you can use such big words like “elaborating.” *grins* Well, where should I start... ponder ponder ponder...
Riku: Be sure not to think for too long, every time I look at you I’m tempted to cut your head off.
Deirous: From big words to brute-like tactics. You're a funny one all right. Well, I’m the son of Diedara, first off. A true artist. I hardly knew the guy though, he died at the hands of a man who I will kill if I ever see. And my mother... I’d rather not talk about her. I was born here, in the Cloud Village. A few guards looked after me in place of my parents. I lived there until I found a knack for mischief, and artistry.
Riku: I’ve heard of your dad. I suppose that you picked up the same kind of art he did. Nothing but a display of savagery if you ask me.
Deirous: *laughs* Well look who’s calling the kettle black. Yes, I did practice the same type of art as he did. Explosions. And due to that, I was quite promptly escorted out of the village, and watched over even after that. I could only come to the village, not stay there for long periods of time. They had too many reasons to hate me. My ancestry not only ties to Akatsuki, but it ties to death—the explosions we’re known to do.
Riku: Akatsuki, so are you with them.
Deirous: As if! Too much responsibility. Showing up on time to capture stuff just isn’t my thing. So anyway, after I was kicked out of the city, I found this nice little place about a mile from the village. And here I am.
Riku: So, the explosions.
Deirous: Like I said, practice.
Riku: The only part I believe is that you’re Deidara’s son. I find it hard to believe that you usually blow up parts of a forest when your practicing. Do you really expect me to believe you?
Deirous: Negatory, it’s all your choice. But, in the event that you didn’t, I planted a few... scouts on you. And by the way, I blew up half the forest, not part of it.
Riku looked down and on his legs he saw clay spiders on him, not only there, but there were more of them on his arms, how didn’t he notice!? Deirous quickly put up two fingers, setting off an explosion.
Deirous: Boom...
Little Clay, Big Explosion
The boy made several figures of clay and hoped onto one of them that was shaped like a giant hawk, the rest were smaller animals, spiders, humming birds, etc. The hawk flew high into the air. The boy—Deirous as he was called—slammed his hands together in the formation of the bird, triggering all of the creatures to explode. The explosion wiped out half of the forest around him and almost hitting Deirous himself. He pondered on something that was seemingly unimportant.
Deirous: What was it that my old man used to say...? Ah yes... “Art... is a blast!”
~
Riku had pondered over the Raikage’s words for what seemed to him like centuries. He was mostly focused on the part of how he would need a team, and a group of skilled ninja. He would have to be straightforward with this. He had been on the lookout for new allies for quite a while now. And he figured that this village would be as good as any place to start.
Not only was he in heed of the Raikage’s words in this, but he was also paying attention to his own lack of company. And what would happen if someone like Shikonai or Tenzu came and attacked again? He couldn’t always depend on unexpected help at the last minute. He needed help.
And that was when he fixed his eyes on the explosion of a lifetime. He stood up, feeling a new enemy on the premises. Already infuriated, and frustrated from having no clue where to start his search. He really needed a punching bag.
~
The artist smirked at his work, a smirk that was short-lived and soon dropped into a frown as he noticed the suspicious eyes watching him. He started speaking to the figure without so much as turning around to look at him, already knowing who it was.
Deirous: Riku, student of Shinru, son of none. Am I correct? Your name passed around the village more than quickly. Being asked to have an audience with the Raikage isn’t something that goes unnoticed.
Riku disregarded all of his greetings, eyebrows narrowing.
Riku: That explosion... was you right?
Deirous: Last time I checked, I was a human, not an explosion. But yes, I did make the explosion if that is what you’re asking.
Riku’s eyebrows narrowed even more than before. He charged towards Deirous while drawing his sword. Once he was close enough, Deirous stepped to the side and put a knee up forcing Riku to ram into it. Deirous bent over, looking Riku, who was basically slung over his knee, in the eye.
Deirous: Ya know, they say people who charge in like that are REALLY intelligent.
Riku backed off of his knee and stepped back, and prepared for another charge.
Deirous: Yup, it’s sure to work this time isn’t it? *rolls eyes* Look, how about you let me talk first.
Riku gritted his teeth; the guy’s sarcasm was starting to annoy him.
Riku: Talk.
Deirous: Well... where do I start. I have a knack for exploding stuff, the Raikage doesn’t allow it at the village, so here I am, practicing. That’s really all there is to it.
Riku: Mind elaborating more? Who are you exactly?
Deirous: Well, I guess I could tell you. But only because now I know that you can use such big words like “elaborating.” *grins* Well, where should I start... ponder ponder ponder...
Riku: Be sure not to think for too long, every time I look at you I’m tempted to cut your head off.
Deirous: From big words to brute-like tactics. You're a funny one all right. Well, I’m the son of Diedara, first off. A true artist. I hardly knew the guy though, he died at the hands of a man who I will kill if I ever see. And my mother... I’d rather not talk about her. I was born here, in the Cloud Village. A few guards looked after me in place of my parents. I lived there until I found a knack for mischief, and artistry.
Riku: I’ve heard of your dad. I suppose that you picked up the same kind of art he did. Nothing but a display of savagery if you ask me.
Deirous: *laughs* Well look who’s calling the kettle black. Yes, I did practice the same type of art as he did. Explosions. And due to that, I was quite promptly escorted out of the village, and watched over even after that. I could only come to the village, not stay there for long periods of time. They had too many reasons to hate me. My ancestry not only ties to Akatsuki, but it ties to death—the explosions we’re known to do.
Riku: Akatsuki, so are you with them.
Deirous: As if! Too much responsibility. Showing up on time to capture stuff just isn’t my thing. So anyway, after I was kicked out of the city, I found this nice little place about a mile from the village. And here I am.
Riku: So, the explosions.
Deirous: Like I said, practice.
Riku: The only part I believe is that you’re Deidara’s son. I find it hard to believe that you usually blow up parts of a forest when your practicing. Do you really expect me to believe you?
Deirous: Negatory, it’s all your choice. But, in the event that you didn’t, I planted a few... scouts on you. And by the way, I blew up half the forest, not part of it.
Riku looked down and on his legs he saw clay spiders on him, not only there, but there were more of them on his arms, how didn’t he notice!? Deirous quickly put up two fingers, setting off an explosion.
Deirous: Boom...
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