A/N next up-Deidara!

Explosions. The one true form of artistic expression. One shining moment of unbelievable beauty, and then they fade away. That's all anything does, really. Shines, disappears, rots and is forgotten. The only difference is that an explosion feels no need to pretend otherwise.

When I create a new explosion, something goes off inside me. I feel a rush, an exhilaration that nothing else can give me. That nobody else would be able to understand. But that's okay- I really don't want them to understand.

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