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I DID NOT WRITE THIS I FOUND IT ON FANFICTION.NET
i just had to post it because I felt so sorry for deidara crying

Pain. Suffering. Tears. Deidara walked on the lonely trail. He stopped and looked at the moon. He remembered everything. He felt like screaming. He felt like he wanted to kill the man who made his life miserable… his own father.

Deidara was a villager of the Hidden Rock Village. His father was not the Tsuchikage, but pretty high up on the social ladder. Deidara had a kind lady for a mother, a spoiled brat for an older sister, and a mean, violent, and abusive father. Let’s start with his sister. When Deidara was 8, she was 15. She was a spoiled brat. She got whatever she wanted. Their father loved her. He gave her gifts often. On her birthdays she got a huge party. If she wanted to go out, their father would say “What time will you be back?” If she wanted a new kimono, she had 5 new ones by the next day. Like I said, whatever she wanted, she got. Deidara, however, was not so lucky. His father always put him down emotionally since the day he was born. He cursed Deidara’s birth. From the time he was 5 and on he suffered physical and emotional abuse from his father, getting worse each year until there were days when Deidara would basically be crawling out of the kitchen or whatever room he had been beaten in. Then he would sit in his room, hungry and in pain, hug his knees to his chest and cry. Sometimes his mom would hear him and hug him. “You’re my favorite.” She would say with a smile. She even sometimes bought him gifts, and she loved his artwork. But the minute her husband turned mean or violent, she would stand by and watch. She was always too scared to stand up to her husband. Deidara remembered the day when he came home from art club, excited about how the teacher told him he was the best. He was about 8 years old. When he told his dad, his spirit was crushed. His dad took the report and ripped it to shreds. Then he hit Deidara in the face, and kicked him in the back.

“You’ew a worthless piece of s**t, you know that?!?! You totally waster our family’s kekkai genkai! I don’t know how made it to jonin level at age 6!” Then he told Deidara to wait outside. Deidara saw as his father took the box of clay figurines Deidara had made and left to dry, and threw each one out, one by one, out the window. Deidara watched as each one, each one that he had put his whole heart and soul into, hit the ground and shattered, much like his heart. He remembered running, crying to the field behind Akina’s house. He remembered Akina seeing him and running out saying “Oh no!” as she ran to him. Then she put her arms around him and whispered, “Its going to be okay, I’m here.”

Akina was Deidara’s best friend. She also became a jonin at age 6, but she always said that Deidara deserved to become one, she only became one because the Rock Village wanted to improve their military power. She often hung out with Deidara, and she would sing to him when he felt down. She even joined art club just to be with him. At first it was just friendship, but towards the time he left, the both loved each other, but never really said anything. Deidara often went to her house, and he would sometimes even sleepover her house, sometimes even stay the weekend or longer. It wasn;t weird to Akina or him. Akina’s parents often wept for him. They knew that Deidara was an abused child and that he was scared to go home. They always wanted to report it, but they could never speak out against Deidara’s father. So the most the could do was shelter him. Deidara loved them too. They were “his family”. AS Deidara got older, his mind became somewhat twisted. He became evil. Akina was becoming the same way. They were often talking about dark stuff, dark, evil, violent stuff. Akina became an assassin. He joined Akatsuki, which was worse.

Deidara left Rock at age 12. He was beaten, but he was not ready to give up. The night he left, he set clay bombs in certain places. He soon set them off. One killed his sister. Another killed the Tsuchikage. Many other townspeople were killed. Building crumbled. Hundreds were injured. His father was rushed to the hospital. His mother was safe, but unfortunately, she died a few years later from disease. And in the shadows, a young artist walked out of the village.

Deidara stared at the moon in anger. He was now dating Akina. He would always protect her. And under the moonlit night he vowed that if he ever had a child, no matter what, he would never harm that child. He would be a better father. He would never make his child suffer through what he had to.