Loyalties

After an embarrassing capture by Naruto, Deidara finds himself well on the way to Konoha, where he will face torture for information and afterward, death. But can the kitsune boy intervene enough to set his life on a better course? DeiNaru, Yaoi

Yes folks, it's the new and improved Loyalties!

For those of you who haven't noticed, I have started a C2 community, with the stories focus being on Deidara and Naruto, although not all of them are romance between the two.

Disclaimer

The Naruto Cast does not belong to me; they belong to Kishimoto Mashashi.

Anything that does not belong in Naruto belongs to me, unless said otherwise.

Key

"Word" Talking

'Thought' Thinking

"Fox" Kyuubi speaking

Deidara hated Konoha ninja. But out of all the Konoha shinobi in the world ever to exist, he hated one Uzumaki Naruto, and he hated the jinchuuriki with every fiber of his being.

If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't be in this situation right now. The fucking junchuurki had screwed up and still caught the Akatsuki bomber. It was an embarrassment, and it shamed Deidara to no end, something he loathed.

Every time he heard the other blonde's loud, annoying voice, it made him want to scream and tear his hair out, or more preferably, rip out the kid's throat.

In a way, there were a lot alike.

No.

Deidara was not like Naruto Uzumaki at all. He was sophisticated and well-mannered (if the need called for it), whereas the jinchuuriki had no sense of etiquette. He was an artist, and he doubted Naruto could even spell 'art'.

So they were nothing alike, and Deidara had somehow managed to convince himself that not even their hair was the same color (which it was), instead forcing himself to believe his was darker.

In fact, if it hadn't been Sasuke Uchiha, Deidara would have been Naruto's complete opposite…or so he led himself to believe.

Deidara admitted to himself constantly that he was quite delusional, and he probably had more things in common with Naruto than he would ever want to admit.

But to the situation at hand.

The explosive artist stood surrounded by Suna ninja, as well as Team Kakashi, the Kazekage's siblings, and the Kazekage himself.

God damn Sasori's grandmother, and may she burn in all seven layers of hell for eternity. Dead people were supposed to stay dead.

They were discussing his fate, but Deidara already knew; first they would torture him for information (after asking nicely of course), before resorting to more primeval methods. And then, after they had gotten all that they could out of him, he would be killed. It was as simple as that. He didn't see why they needed to talk it over; like there was any other option. Pfft.

And then Naruto spoke again, and the overwhelming urge to strangle the boy rose inside the older blonde. Now only if he had the arms to do it…

As he glanced at the jinchuuriki, his imagination roused, and he couldn't but laugh darkly to himself as he imagined the screams of pain that the younger boy would make when the Kyuubi would be taken out of him.

There was a pause in the conversation to stare at the giggling Akatsuki member, and Naruto took a step back, alarmed at the malice the artist held for the jinchuuriki in his visible eye. This only made his grin go wider and the hatred grow.

Deidara was not delusional.

He was insane.

That was several hours ago. They were now standing outside the all-too-familiar entrance of Suna. Deidara was surrounded by Team Kakashi, Team Gai, and the Kazekage's siblings.

Now if he had clay and both arms, he would shrug it off, blow them up, capture the jinchuuriki, and be on his way. However, he didn't have any clay, and he didn't have his arms still attached to his body.

The agreement had been just as the artist had predicted; torture for information, then death. No surprise there.

The sun beat down on his cloak, and since a vast majority of it was black, he was hotter than if he had been wearing some other color. He was sweating terribly already.

He glanced at Kankuro and wondered how could stand being wrapped head to toe in black. What a weirdo.

Naruto and Gaara shook hands, before they departed. While it was a touching moment for the others, it made Deidara want to gag. (He did this shortly after, earning strange looks from his escorts to Konoha.)

They would not get out of Suna until the next day, perhaps maybe two, since Kakashi was slowed after using his Mangekyou Sharingan, in which time he had blown of Deidara's remaining arm.

It must have been Karma, since Deidara had always laughed at the crippled, and if it included his fellow Akatsuki comrades, then so be it. Or perhaps it was fate catching up to him; after all, he had taken so many chances on so many things and survived. Either way, having no arms sucked, especially if one could not mold beautiful (explosive) artwork.

Kakuzu could have sown them back on, not to mention take care of these pesky escorts, but he and Deidara were far away now. Besides, one of the Suna ninja had gone back and retrieved both of his arms, which were currently being carried in a sack by one Hyuuga Neji.

Ah, the Hyuuga. He hadn't spent much time glaring at the boy, because Neji would glare right back with equal fierceness. Deidara felt this boy would be rather likeable, except a. He had a bloodline limit, and b. He hardly showed any expression on his face, just like Gaara, and that pissed him off.

Naruto on the other hand, showed plenty of emotion. He practically wore his emotion on his sleeve for all to see. The only problem was that he was sporadic, unpredictable. This was one of the few (very few) things Deidara liked about the jinchuuriki; he was explosive, and could become quite violent at times.

He glanced behind them to see that Gai and Kakashi were lagging behind.

He wasn't too sure about Gai, or his pupil, Lee. In all truth, they looked really, really ugly. Spandex was probably the only thing that made them look good, and spandex like that usually makes people hideous. Not to mention the kept raving on and on about the 'springtime of youth'. Bleh.

Then there was Kakashi. Using his transplanted Sharingan, the Copy Ninja had sucked part of his arm into an alternate dimension. It had taken a lot of him though, and the explosive artist laughed silently at the older mans weakness.

Tenten was okay he supposed. She showed moderate emotion, and she was somewhat pretty. She had an impressive knowledge of weapons too; probably knew more about them than Sasori did.

Speaking of his Danna….

His eyes went to Sakura, the pink haired girl. He hated her just as much as he did Naruto. They would probably never know how much he had cared for the Puppet Master. She had monstrous strength, but she had taken away his soul mate, leaving him like a flightless bird. Every time he glanced at her, his blood boil and he saw red. He vowed to himself that if he ever got the chance to kill her, he would.

He could go on an on about them, but in short; he hated them all.

And he knew it was going to be a very long trip to Konoha because of it.

If there was a God out there, he was praying to him now; praying for this to be over with as swift as possible, and may Sasori's soul be in a better place.

And for his arms back, he supposed. It would be nice to be able to blow up someone again.

If you haven't noticed, this is at the end of the retrieve the Kazekage arc, so yea. Naruto screwed up and Caught Dei, Deidara is pissed, and so on.

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