Haha I have never done anything like this before xD Hopefully it turns out for the best~

Hope my first creation here will be fine. This story will be placed in several parts. Kind of like little chapters to the whole story.

Enjoy hopefully!

Att: LadyXNexus (Call me Ash :D)

Part 1:

No One's POV:

Deidara walked down the depths of the gloomy hallway with an aura of caution weighing over his physique. The identification of silence was a foreign commodity to the S-ranked criminals that dominated this lair. This silence was especially startling to the blonde arsonist, seeing as that his 'art' resolved around the very process of 'explosive' intendancies.

Out of contemplation, he placed a finger to his chin then hastily stopped in his foreboding trek. The origin of such unusual circumstances bewildered the male immensely. For the past two years, that this lair was depicted as 'Home', Deidara had never experienced such formulations. Even when his presence resided back in Iwagakure, no prospects of such solemn attributes were proclaimed. With a grunt, the blonde male continued on his trek down the corridor.

At a respectable age of 19, Deidara of the Rocks was the youngest Akatsuki member and also adopted the entitlement of the most 'hot-blooded'. Following after the malevolent Jashinist. With his love for explosive art, Deidara had quickly become a formidable foe in the art of murder. As of a result he was feared by opposing ninja for his impulsiveness and lack of respect to those who depicted his art as 'unnecessary' or 'futile'.

"Baka's…" He grumbled then indulged concentration back to the mystery of the peculiar calamity.

Even though administration into the Organization was quite complex, friendships did blossom throughout the course of missions. Although was rivaled by the identification of enemies. Hatred and distain was quick to infiltrate. And remain. It was evident that the blonde despised Itachi Uchiha for the unfair trickery of a Genjutsu. As of a response to such proclamations, entry to the infamous Organization had to be confirmed. But this wasn't the person he was dreading to see. No this person that Deidara would love to blow up mask and all was Tobi: the hyper-active man-child who surprisingly managed to wiggle into the super awesome S-rank criminal organization, the Akatsuki.

Deidara clenched his teeth at the mere mention of his partner and stamped down the hallway. Normally (at this specific time period) the screams of Hidan laughing insanely about his sacrifices would boom through the air. Combined with this echo would be Kakuzu's constant moaning and groaning about the income and the rising expenditure of the lair's budget. However relief prepositioned itself from the absence of Kisame's 'smithing' abilities. Early in the morning, the swordsmaster would cling and clang at his sword noisely for repair measurements. This then enticed headache to those that were within range. Doctor fees increased from these problems, much to the dismay of Kakuzu.

Yes all was quiet in the Akatsuki hideout and Deidara would soon regret even thinking about trying to discover the origin of such tranquility and calamity.

Deidara's POV:

Mmm why the hell is it so quiet here? Something isn't right here. Normally Tobi would have started to pester me by now. Maybe some assassinated him in his sleep.

That would just make my day!

That will teach him not to rob my clay and replace it with play dough! Tsk! Some people just don't appreciate art and that idiot clearly has no appreciation for the finer things in life. All he cares about is having someone to play these idiotic and moronic games invented for 5 year olds! I swear maybe that kid was dropped a good few times on his head growing up.

I turned down another hallway, relaxing my posture slightly then stopped at the sound of cheers and music that erupted from the room at the end of the hallway .A party hmm? Why wasn't I informed! I love parties! The concept of having a good time, drinking and maybe scoring with the ladies is just enough to excite any man.

''Why the hell am I standing here!It's time to PARTY!''.Without any delay I sprinted down the hall with a smug grin plastered upon my features and a cheeky chuckle ringing out from my mouth .I latched my hands onto the cold metal of the door knob and swung the door open roughly, surprising everyone inside. ''DEIDARA IS HERE!IT'S TIME TO PARTY-Huh?' . No banners of enjoying entertainment hung from the ceiling. No alcoholic beverages were scattered around the table. The only visual that was apparent was three tables each containing three members from the Akatsuki. Konan-chan, Pein-sama and the stoic Uchiha sat in that order. Each occupant held papers in their hands and displayed expressions of an amused persona.

With the exception for Uchiha. Tsk. He doesn't do anything! Tsk! Stupid Uchiha men! Always trying to act so cool…Bloody drives me insane! Pein-sama rose from his seat and pointed to the banner behind him while chuckling menacingly. My blue eyes wandered from Leader's evil features. Momentarily they lingered to the banner that dominated the surface of the wall. Disinterest first accumulated features then was sharply replaced with significant shock. My breath got caught in the back of my throat as I read the big, bold context of the picture.

"N-No way!"

''TIME FOR WACK A DEIDARA DAY!''