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Deidara 2
Background History:

Deidara grew up under the sun. He spent most of his childhood in the blazing heat of the Arizonian sun while his mother occupied the little apartment they lived in and told him not to come back for two hours at a time. Childish hobbies kept him occupied most of the time; playing with other kids, harassing neighbours with bags of dog shit with firecrackers sizzling inside but, mostly he drew in his cheap noted books and pencils and pens stolen from the pitiful building they called school. School was where Deidara learned his first life lesson.

Lesson 1 - hierarchy: it means that he’ll never have a good job. His teachers would teach them as well as she could but they all knew that kids like him; their future was going to be in hard labour because they don’t have a choice.

His heritage was nothing to be proud of; both parents were poor to begin with, his father was a bastard and then some and his mother was a gullible pretty faced woman that slept with any man who said she was pretty. The boy didn’t understand it at first and tried to defend her mother. Scratching and biting, he would tear through his mother’s bedroom and assaults the stranger in her bed, still slick and sweaty from the on-going encounter. Because the man in front of him then was not Paul, who that said they were all going to be in a better place by next month, nor is he Chris who promised to marry his mother and give him a little sister.

Lesson 2 - sex: if you kick someone between the legs, the dangly parts will hurt. For a girl though, you’ll have to punch them in the tit. That’s the difference between girls and boys. Sex is not love-making, sex is when the dangly bits go stiff then soft. In which case, the woman’s cries of no doesn’t always mean no, and yes is never ever a yes.

If Deidara was older, he’d have more control over his rash behaviour and hot headed self, but the boy was only nine years old. And no matter how insignificant it was, Deidara’s assaults were not taken lightly. He would get up multiple bruises on his little body, that wouldn’t leave and reminds him constantly of how stupid his mother is, how stupid his life, her life, everything, was. He was not going to stay in Arizona, he wanted – needed – to get out of here to make a name for himself and rid himself of the stench of his hometown – the stink of the poor. Even as his grades were dropping and money came in less and less as with food, he never stopped living, striving for to be something better than his stupid mother. He constantly searched for anything that didn’t mean he’ll end up in the same cess-pool as his mother, fucking men for petty love and non-existent futures.

Lesson 3 – love: it is fictional. Deidara learned at a very young age that love is a lie and if you want something, get it the right way. Through money.