HarunoSasori: i changed meh username for those that care, and the reason i called Deidara just Dara is because it was Sakura's nickname for him, and i felt like being lazy and didn't really type the whole name so early in the story, now onward.

Chapter 2: Leaving Everything Behind

Deidara glared at the wall as his two year old son began to play with the clay he had left on the table. After a few moments, Deidara noticed that Nendo was playing with his clay.

"Nendo! Don't do that.," Deidara said softly before taking the clay away from the two year old.

"Why?," Nendo asked cocking his head to the side.

"You'll end up more like me than just your appearance.," Deidara said with a smile and patted the young boy's head.

"Daddy, who mommy?," the child asked with complete innocence.

Deidara visibly flinched as his young son approached the topic of Sakura. It was hard enough dealing with her loss on his own, partly because he blamed himself, but he couldn't bear to have his son blame him. Deidara relaxed his face and sighed before giving a small smile.

"Your mother was a good konoichi and an even better friend.," Deidara said hoping it was enough to sedate the small boy's curiosity, fortunately, it was.

Nendo's jade green eyes sparkled with happiness at his father's answer.

"I wanna meet mommy!," Nendo exclaimed before running to his father and wrapping his tiny arms around his father's legs.

'Unfortunately you might never meet her, Nendo' Deidara thought darkly before picking up his son and carrying him to his room.

He tucked his son into bed before turning off the lights and closing the door.

'Its time I left, I'm sorry Nendo, Sakura' Deidara thought before grabbing a bag and packing his clothes.

He wrote a quick note and left it in a bag of clay for Nendo before turning and jumping out the window. He looked back once before running off into the distance. He quickly created a clay bird and jumped on before anyone saw him. As dawn rose, Deidara was out of the village of Iwa, his two year old son left alone and sleeping on a bed.

(Five years later...)

Nendo ran the distance from the academy to his apartment that his grandfather, the Tsuchikage, had provided for him. His green eyes roamed over everything in his apartment before deeming the room safe. He walked into the room and placed his newly aquired headband on the coffe table.

'Father, Mother, I graduated today, I hope you're happy where you are' Nendo thought with tears springing to his emerald eyes.

He furiously wiped at his eyes as his grandfather said he would never be able to see his father if he showed the slightest bit of emotion. His face quickly became blank as he walked into kitchen.

Sakura glared at the desk of paperwork in front of her. She hated being the head medic, but it was part of her act so she never complained.

"Hey, Forehead-girl, wanna go eat with me and the girls?," a loud blonde girl said walking into the room.

Sakura quickly pasted a smile on her face.

"Sure, I'd love to. Here, let me sign out.," Sakura replied hoping to sound just as energetic as her blonde friend.

"Hey, what's with this picture?," the blonde girl asked looking at a picture of a girl with red and black hair, a blonde male, and a blonde baby looking at the camera with intense jade eyes.

Not thinking, Sakura answered, "My family."

"She your sister or something?," the girl asked.

The fake pinkette realized what picture her blonde friend was talking about.

"So where are we eating, Ino?," Sakura asked quickly changing the subject.

"Oh, the ramen place. Why?," Ino asked running a hand through her long blonde hair.

"Sasuke will be there.," the pinkette pointed out with a sigh.

"I know, isn't it great.," the blonde sighed dreamily.

Sakura shook her head before she pointed out that she did not like the young Uchiha.

Ino pouted and gave 'do too' before smiling again and dragging Sakura off to the ramen bar.

The blonde man sighed before beginnning to cook once again.

"Lazy ass bastards.," he muttered before taking the food off the stove and setting the table and serving the food into bowls.

"Oi, you done?," came a monotonous voice before a silver-haired man with dark violet eyes walked in.

"Yeah, yeah, Sasori-sama.," the blonde said nonchalantly before sitting down.

As if on cue, everyone walked into the kitchen and sat down.

"Man, I was starving, Deidara.," a blue-skinned man said as he sat down and he immediately began to inhale his food.

"Fucking bastard, making me fucking wait.," another silver-haired man, this one with pink eyes, complained before digging in.

"Next time, make it yourself if you don't want to wait, un.," Deidara said adding what the others thought was a speech impediment.

"Behave or missions for the next month.," a man with orange hair said as he sat down and began to eat slowly as blue haired woman sat down next to the orangette and began to eat her food slowly.

Everyone except Deidara, Sasori, and the only woman at the table groaned.

"Deidara, can you go to Iwa and pick up something for me?," the orange-haired man asked.

The blonde looked up from his food and nodded before resuming to eat.

"I need to check on something anyway.," he replied before taking a bite of his food.

The seven year old boy slashed his opponents throat as the older man made a strike for him. The boy rolled his green eyes as the body slumped to the ground.

"Very good, Nendo.," an older man with bright blue eyes and blonde hair smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle.," Nendo replied politely with a nod of his head, blonde hair falling over one of his eyes with the act.

"You will be going with me on your first mission tommorrow night, it's a B rank mission. You will be doing most of the work, understood?," the smiling man asked his young nephew.

Nendo nodded his response and cleaned his kunai off with the deap man's Chunin vest.

His uncle nodded as Nendo began to walk away from the training grounds.

He smiled devilishly as he looked down at the corpse on the ground. His seven year old nephew had killed one of the most experienced Jonin of the village, to boot the man had once been in ANBU. The Tsuchikage wanted the perfect killer and his seven year old nephew was the most logical choice after two of the most powerful nins of Iwa had gone AWAL. Besides the child was their son, he would be a perfect nin when he grew up, the Tsuchikage would ensure this fact.

He gave a quick laugh, his little brother, Deidara, would have been the Tsuchikage had he not left, but alas he had indeed left and his son was being trained to be the perfect Tsuchikage.

'You were a fool, Deidara, you left your son's training to us' the blonde man thought with a smirk before he too walked away from the training grounds for the night.