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[02 Oct 2005|12:36am]

Dark, cold, silent.

Yet... peaceful, sound, and opportune.

Strange, how one word can be twisted into such different perspectives.

I wait alone, hidden beneath waves of black and lightlessness. And as I allow my mind to rest, an array of dreams surround me. Each one different, and each one becomes less and less comprehensible. The last of them, was of her...

That senile old woman...

Why she haunts my dreams, I do not know. She is nothing to me. Over 20 years have I forgotten what words like "mentor" and "family," words that connotate this... so-called "emotional bond" with another person, were supposed to mean. I have far surpassed such weaknesses, as a shinobi should.

The retrieval of Deidara had been a success, although it did not progress as it should have. The boy appeared on his bird, a cocky grin on his face, greeting me and Zetsu as if nothing had ever happened. The nerve of him. I would've killed him then and there, hadn't I known the consequences.

I had Deidara report to the Leader what he'd found. He showed no objections, but I wanted to test him. I played with him. Then I played with him more.

To see him in so much frustration and pain... needless to say, I was amused. He well deserved it.

I had not seen Deidara until hours later. He had emerged from the Leader's den, displaying a completely different expression than what I had seen that afternoon. That infamous, overconfident smile of his was gone. I can only imagine what he and the Leader discussed before then. I decided not to bother him for the rest of the night, and so we parted ways.

None of us are to take any action until further orders are given.
hidden behind the marionette

[20 Jul 2005|12:29am]
Too much time has passed. And still, I have not heard from him.

This mission should not have taken any more of the allotted time than he was given to complete it. Whether or not something happened, he should have reported to the base.

That boy knows I don't like waiting. Needless to say, I'm rather disappointed.

Am I worried? Not at all. I have grown to accept him over the years, but our partnership involves nothing more than business-related issues. I'm strictly doing this for my benefit, and my benefit only. I do not care what happens to him, or what he does. As long as he gets his missions completed, I'm willing to put up with him as long as I need to.

Tch. He could be dead, for all I know. At least I wouldn’t have to listen to the nonsense that comes out of his mouth, day after day, week after week. Working without him would give me the much-needed peace and quiet I've been yearning for.


"Fleeting," he calls it. Art, that is. Constantly waning, threatening to vanish in an instant unless consistantly stimulated. Che. Such ignorance. Does that boy take me for a fool? He thinks like a child. He does not understand, nor do I think he ever would. And for him to openly challenge my opinions the way he did? Tsk. Pity.

Hn. Such bothersome matters...

...I suppose I should look for him in the morning.
hidden behind the marionette

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