Author: TriggerspecOC: Amae Seitekimoto
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters. I also cannot take credit for the similarities to the plot. All credit goes to Masashi Kishimoto.
Italics = the past
"Deidara-senpai! Yer hurting me!"
A 13 year old girl cried out as she tried to wiggle free from the body that sat atop of her. Grunts and groans came from her as the blond boy of the same age, shifted and forced her head to the ground.
"Shuddup, un... You're pissing me off, un."
The boy flinched and quickly stood up at attention as an older man walked into the room. Amae who was just abused by the stronger boy of their partnership was much slower to get up as she was rubbing the sore place on her head.
"Nobody likes a slacker, Amae! Quicken your pace."
"I don't care for your excuses!"
Deidara glanced over with a smug smirk on his lips. The girl glared at him with steel grey irises and growled beneath clenched teeth. She flinched as Deidara's head fell forward from being hit by the side of a fist.
"Ungrateful brat! Don't go disrespecting the ladies."
"Hm, she's just a whiny, crybaby..." Deidara grumbled under his breath.
The pair flinched back as a foot came stomping down from the elder in front of them.
"The only whining I hear is from you, Deidara. Now zip-it..., this is time for training, not solving your dramatics!"
"Hai, Onoki-sensei." The two students obeyed.
"Now Amae, I have heard that you have developed a new technique?"
The girl's lips twisted into a boastful grin as pride radiated from her. This was her spotlight moment. Deidara was exceeding her in everything, and this was her opportunity to show her sensei that she was more than just a useless girl. After a couple hand signs the girl closed her eyes and focused on her hands. She could hear Deidara's moans of annoyance. 'I can do this... It's my moment, just focus and breathe.' She thought, reassuring herself. Deidara watched the girl with a glare but inside he was very curious to see what she has come up with now.
"Raiton..." She stuck her hand out and pointed her fingers like a gun, "Gian!"
A bolt of lightning struck out of her fingers and flew right by Deidara's head as he let out a yelp and flew back. The attack struck the wall behind him. Deidara sat on the ground wide eyed as he just watched his life flash before his eyes.
"You baka girl! You almost killed me, un! What the hell is your problem?"
Amae's face went red with embarrassment at her horrible aiming. She dropped down to her knees and started to sob.
"I'm...I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have, I mean my aiming was... I knew I wasn't ready. I'm sorry... I, I, forgive me, sensei!"
Her sobs became louder when she heard Deidara's complaints and scoldings. The words were interrupted with the sound of clapping. Amae looked up with watery eyes to see a large smile on the old man's face. He walked up to her and crossed his arms.
"That was fantastic! It's not everyday you get to see a Lightning user in this here village."
"Ye- Yer not mad?"
"What?" Deidara's voice interrupted, "That lunatic almost killed me with her stupid, un... whatever that was! And you praise her like a golden bird, un?"
"That is enough Deidara! You're over-reacting."
"O- Over-reacting, un?"
"Anyways... It's time for some training! 50 laps around the building then an hour sparring match! Go!"
Deidara stormed off in a fury as Amae brought herself up, wiping her eyes.
"I'm sorry Onoki-sensei... I really didn't mean t' get Deidara-senpai upset."
"Nonsense... He's a man."
Amae followed Deidara out and the Tsuchikage was left standing there.
"Gah, baka kids, no respect for anything anymore."
A small girl sat in a pool of blood, holding the hand of a women, no older than early 20's. Her clothes were stained and her hair a dismay. She was no older then 4 maybe 5. A young boy about 4 years older, walked up to her with a sad look. He offered his hand and the girl flinched back in fear. He watched the tears fall down her cheeks and it caused his own eyes to become watery.
"I. Um, I won't hurt you."
She made no indication of moving or trusting him, even though he was just a child himself.
"I'm Yoshio, what's your name?"
After more silence the boy became nervous of staying in the open for so long. He didn't think all the enemies had left yet, or maybe more would show up at anytime.
"Can you talk?"
The girl carefully nodded her head and grabbed the hand of what seemed like her mother. They both had some sort of pale, odd colour of hair.
"I guess you just don't want to speak... That's fine. I have some food I found, why don't you come with me?"
He was the eldest, but he was just a child. He had seen too much for his own mentality. Everything he looked at now was just a cold calculation now. Cold bodies meant death, warm bodies meant enemy. You cannot trust a soul in this time or life. Yet, he looked down at the small child and he knew that in a lifetime there was always one person you could trust. He turned and walked away, leaving the girl to mourn the death of her mother. He grabbed the weapon he found laying around and began to dig next to a mound of dirt. Under the dirt were the remains of his elder brother and his guardian. The rest of his night was spent digging.
Amae walked onto a rooftop to find the blond that has been avoiding her for a couple days now. She knew that he could hear her footsteps but still stopped a couple feet away.
The girl ignored his words and took a seat beside him, he growled in annoyance at her actions and shifted over a little.
"I said go away, baka, un."
"Do ya know why sunsets and sunrises are my favourite time of day?"
She watched as he looked away from her and grunted. She kicked her feet back and fourth over the edge of the rooftop.
"Because they never last forever, and yet, they will never stop appearin'. Like life, it's born, lives then dies. It's mind boggling if ya try and think about it."
Deidara glanced over at the girl to see the purple reflect off of her honeydew hair. His blue eyes never strayed from their almost natural scowling glare, that appeared whenever he looked at the small girl.
Amae ignored his words as she continued to look into the sky. She couldn't understand why her sensei would prefer such a short-tempered, ass of a boy. Deidara grew even more irritated as she sat, ruining his peaceful moment. His blood boiled at the thought of his sensei preferring such a weak, crybaby of a girl.