Author's note: About the summary, this is actually only slightly futuristic AU, mainly for the use of implants. In the world there's actually more things that also make it futuristic, but they'll be mentioned later if they're mentioned at all. (The word counter was being a bitch)

Broken Color

Prologue

Deidara is sitting in his room, preparing the first thing he's ever sculpted.

His mother knocks on the door, smelling not too faintly of peppermint and smoke. It makes Deidara sick. He grimaces and gets to the stopping point. He has to wait until his mother's out of the house to finish it.

He hears her sigh, (she probably just wanted to haul him off to one of her stupid parties, but he's been wanting to try this way too long to be delayed by some retarded gathering where Deidara doesn't even fit in and just stands around hating everybody and everything there) and walking away. He smirks ever so slightly as he hears the front door shut.

He picks up the spider, flips open his lighter that he's never used before (he got his dislike of cigarettes and cigars from his mother's constant smoking) and lets the flame catch one of the legs.

He throws it up into the air, high enough so that it won't touch anything when it finally goes and…

Bang.

There's no other word to describe it.

Deidara's eyes light up with an absolute joy that he's never, ever felt before. And then it's over.

He reaches to find another one, eyes still set on the spot. This one goes off. And then it hits him. It's gorgeous. Suddenly he starts moving lightning fast, pulling out bomb after bomb. (He knows what his mother would think, and at this point he doesn't care. She'd say it was violence, pure destruction, and that in no way should her son be practicing it. Well, it is destruction. Deidara's never had so much fun in his life. But it's more than that. Because this is much too poetic to be just that. It must be, he thinks, art) Bomb after bomb, their color lighting up his room.

The thirteenth bomb is in the air before Deidara realizes that it's too big. He's thrust against the wall, and suddenly there's this sharp, excruciating pain shooting up the entire left side of his face.

He reaches up with his hand, not noticing that the left side of his body is badly burned, because it will heal and his face was closest to the bomb, searching for an eye, and while there's plenty of blood he finds none. He notices that the carpet is stained red, and it's probably never going to come out.

He suddenly puts out his bloody hands, and pulls (drags) himself back into the center of the room, and slowly, Deidara thrusts his hand into the bag and pulls out his art, and one by one Deidara sets them off, marveling with his one remaining eye.

He sits in his room and sets off bomb after bomb (because it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen), even though there's blood dripping steadily onto the once white carpet.