Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Never forgive, Never forget
Chapter One
Night fell slowly... The last golden ray of the sun dissapeared off the edge of the horizon, shimmering stars appeared in the sky one by one...
A young blonde boy sat beside a puddle, staring at his own reflection... Big, clear blue eyes stared back.
"Dei-kun!" His mother called, scooping him off the ground affectionately.
He smiled, hugging his mother tightly, "mum... why won't dey play wit me?" he asked in a childish accent.
In the distance, a few young boys of his age chased each other, having so much fun...
"Because my Dei-kun is too cute and adorable!" She pinched his little cheeks gently and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"What about Haru-nii? Everybody play wit him!"
"Haru-kun is older than you... When you get older, you'll be just as popular!"
Deidara was satisfied with the answer, so he dozed off in her embrace...
"Where have you hiden that monster?!" The villagers shouted.
She refused to let them in, "He is just a child!"
"He is a monster!" They waved their weapon at her.
"He's only a bit different from everyone else!" Tears welled up in her eyes.
"I bet he'll grow up to be a murderer and kill us all... it isn't normal..." They whispered among themselves... but left, since they realised this woman won't give up the boy without a fight.
The little boy stood behind the door, eyes closed, trying to shut out all the cruel words that were thrown at him.
"Oh... Dei-kun..." She picked him up in her arms and stroked his back softly.
"Do they hate me because of these?" He held up his hand to her, showing her the mouths in his tiny hands.
She didn't answer...
He knew this was the reason...
Another little boy stood in the background, frowning at his little brother... his gaze was of fear, and perhaps some hatred.
"He's so different!" The boy finally burst out.
"Haru-kun! How could you say something like that about your little brother?!"
"But he's got MOUTHS on his hands!" Haru looked away, and bit his lip.
"Go to bed now, Haru-kun."
The raven-haired boy walked away, glancing back before he shut the door.
"Why can't I be normal like everyone else..." Deidara murmured.
"Dei-kun, don't say that! You are special... You are given this great gift..." She patted him.
"Then why don't you ever hold my hand?" He looked up pleadingly, searching for something... searching for some love, instead of sympathy...
She was silent.
He didn't feel pain like what he expected... perhaps it's because he always knew his mother never loved him like the way she tried to show... the ones who weren't afraid of him are the ones who felt sorry for him... And sometimes, he realised, sympathy is worse than rejection...
Because you are so cute and adorable...
Lies.
It's a gift, and you are special...
More lies.
Because I love you so so much, Dei-kun...
All. Just. Lies.
He quietly went back to his room, wanting to shut himself away from this world forever... Why am I so different? He stared at those mouths on his hands.
"Haru-kun, be nice to your brother..."
Their mother's voice came faintly through the doors. Deidara listened.
"Mother! Deidara and I are nothing alike!"
"Yes, but be nice to him, won't you?"
"You are just afraid he might kill us all with his insane power!"
"Shhhh!" she was frightened... Deidara could imagine her looking around, just to check if Deidara was listening...
"No, Haru... Don't you feel sorry for your little brother?" his mother's voice faded into a whisper...
Deidara envied Haru... Every night, mother would tell Haru an enchanting story, she'd hold him close and give him a warm smile that is filled with love... The blonde boy tossed and turned on his bed... unable to fall asleep.
Rain started to fall from the thick clouds... heavier and heavier.. very soon, bolts of lightning flashed and tore across the black sky, followed by deafening crashes of thunder.
Deidara stared at the ceiling. He could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness and despair by every moment...
"This is a very strong bloodline limit!" The older ninja exclaimed as he saw the two-years-old boy.
"How could he possess such an advanced bloodline when no other members of his family have this ability?" The other asked.
"Coincidence and luck I suppose..." another ninja joined the discussion.
"He will become a strong ninja..."
"But isn't it disgusting?"
"Yeah... having MOUTHS on your hands... uh, I'd hate to have a child like this."
"I wonder how his parents will live with this..."
"Dei-kun?"
No answer.
She knocked on the door, then pushed it open... Deidara wasn't there.
"DEI-KUN?!" She panicked, "DEIDARA?!"