Deidara's Narrative

Deidara crouched down to grab his Akatsuki cloak, then bunched up the fabric against his chest as he stood up. He glared daggers at Itachi as he was called by his new pet name. Itachi's provocative comments were starting to tick him off, and if he continued any further Deidara would turn into a ticking time-bomb. "Tch, of course I have power, hm!". Deidara slipped his fingertips inside the small opening of the clay pouch attached to his pants, a second later pulling out a small butterfly sculpture. He wanted to show it off to Itachi by holding it up high in the air. "My sculptures are art, with an explosive power up to an atomic level magnitude, HM!", the tiny clay creation opened up its wings, then ascended from his palm by fluttering around Itachi's head. After one or two spins around him, the clay insect suddenly halted in front of his face "KAA-", "Deidara, Itachi!", Deidara was cut off from finishing his statement as Pein's deep voice cut in like a nail. "Tomorrow you two will start a new mission. You will bring me the eight tailed beast," he said, a little more strict than usual.

“Yes suh. I felt sorry for her once seemed try more than the rest of them-”

The girls ran towards the carnival entrance. They bought their tickets and started playing some games. “Want to hear a joke?” Milly asked. “Sure. I

“I’m smarter than that,” she sniped. “I know not to take too much. I take what I can handle and if I ever take too much, I got a place.”

Deidara ignored his rude comment as he leaped on top of the clay bird, taking a seat at the front because he was the navigator of this thing. "Pein told us that the Jinchuriki is in the cloud village. It's going to take us three days, so we should just fly for now until we reach the village, then we'll start walking to keep a low profile," Deidara lifted his arm to remove his Akatsuki hat, causing the tiny bell attached to emit a ringing sound as he set it down. He craned his neck to look over at the ground, watching as the trees below them got smaller and smaller, to the size of ants. He enjoyed taking in the scenery as they passed through all woods, and flew over a lake. This went on for a few tiresome hours, until the sun started to set.

“You think to highly of yourself Sana.” He said glancing back at her. “Besides he is much too fragile to handle

He stopped laughing, but still smiled. “She is, but you being angry is hilarious,” he said.

“Cera’s fiancé Tucker and a few other friends of ours from the village, Terra Reich and Marge Hawkins,” answered Katelyn. “The Dianic Wiccan witches I told you about. We need them to steal a few tons worth of ammonium nitrate from a farmer’s supply depot over on the other side of the mountain.”

I Emily Hinduri, was once a ecstatic young lady, with an exultant family around me. Days back then were always jubilant and extremely buoyant. I could've never felt any more elated! But...that's not all. Although I was very euphoric in life, I also had my arcane moments of grim and anxiety. Ever since the death of a young handsome blithe boy I loved. I admired the way he spent every day of his life working hard just like a impenetrable rock he was. I loved the young fellow dearly and so did he love me too. Ever since his death, I've seen it as my own fault. We had a tremendous argument over nothing well a catastrophe that I put myself into and pleaded him for help but he told me many times how to get myself out of the situation. However I

The capture and killing of our great leader, Atahualpa shook our Incan Empire forever, with the effects residing in your daily life, my son. I remember it vividly as I was part of the third squadron, the people who came prepared in armor made of metal plates, covered with sheets of gold and silver, which glistened in the spring sun. Within our squadron, Atahualpa was present, sitting on a petite stool on top of a majestic litter, which was lined with bird feathers that represented a rainbow and ornate with sheets of gold and silver. It was our job to protect him, to make sure that the peculiar foreign white men did not cause harm. By nightfall, it was clear that we had failed in our duties. Atahualpa was captive in the hands of the Spanish.

“Finally!” Sally sighed in a sarcastic way as her eyes rolled around constantly like a carousel.

Brena came into my family's life three years ago, and still has not left our hearts. Since I had always wanted a sister, I was ecstatic to finally see the tiny Brazilian, but I had no idea the impact she would leave. Even though we were only together for a year, we will be sisters forever. Hosting foreign exchange students can sometimes be difficult, but their cultural experiences, language, and adventurous personalities make the experience worth it. Through Brena, my small town got to experience a part of South America.

He lifted his blonde head when he heard the door open, and saw Itachi take a few steps inside. His visible azure eye wandered down to the bag of dangos. It looked rather large. They couldn't possibly finish all that in one night, but knowing Itachi and his obsession for the sweets, he would probably devour them in five minutes.. hmph, typical Itachi. Deidara's eye looked back up to meet his. "Don't expect me to pay for two whole rooms. If you would

A young, particurally narcissistic mortal named Chazos was walking though the woods with his friends on his way home from a recreational hunt for deer. His friends were then debating who was the best huntsman. They constantly where spurting out their accomplishments. Each one attempting to say his louder than the other. “HOLT”, yelled Chazos suddenly silencing the brisk staccato of voices. For his friends where more so followers who honored and feared Chazos and would never dare to interrupt. “Tis it not I who shall be named the best of all huntsmen? For it is I who not only brings the most game home, but also who is learned much more than you all in the skill”, he continued. His friends nodded instantly agreeing to his statement. Chazos was not finished his rant yet, “I am not only the best huntsman, but also the most known and may I say attractive even more than Fimia, the beautiful goddess of fame herself.” His friends nodded again and agreed simultaneously.

“I didn’t much like that lady, so now we don’t have to listen to her prattle while we complete the game,” whispered Jesse with a giggle.