Guns and Roses Prologue

Deidara took a long drag from his cigarette and looked up at the empty night sky. In the city, there was no way he'd be able to catch sight of any stars, no matter how hard he tried. Even from the part, which was located far from the metropolis he lived in, there was only black. He squinted his eyes and adjusted himself on the park bench, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. The city was still buzzing with life, but the park was much more peaceful. Only a few people walked by every now and then, and they hardly paid the blond any attention, which was more than okay with him.

The night slowly inched on, and as much as Deidara wanted to grab another cigarette, he refrained. Instead, he settled on checking his watch. It was getting late, and just knowing the time made him a little more drowsy. But it wasn't the time for sleep; he had things to do, and people to meet.

Maybe a little walking would wake him up. Yes, that was a great idea. Deidara hoisted himself up, flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, and began to walk. Where, he didn't exactly know. But he couldn't go too far; he was meeting up with someone in a few minutes, and tardiness wasn't his style. He walked in a circle, so that the scheduled meeting place was still in sight at all times. It only took a few minutes, however, before he got bored and decided to sit down again.

From the corner of his eye, he saw two more figures nearing him. One had pitch black raven hair that practically blended into the night sky, while the other had red hair that Deidara would have been able to see from a mile away. Uninterested, he reached for another smoke. Before he had even gotten his hand into his pocket, however, he noticed that the two figures had stopped in front of him. “Deidara?”

Immediately, a smirk crossed the blond's face and he stood up to greet them. He reached out to shake the redhead's hand first. He was considerably shorter than his traveling mate, and sported a pair of skin tight jeans and a crisp, white dress shirt. The other was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt.

“How did you know, un?”

“We just looked for the first person who looked even remotely like a drag queen,” the taller man stated flatly. Unable to contain himself, Deidara scowled. This wasn't worth his time.

“Look, I'm kind of busy, un. We might have to meet again some other time,” he spat, eyes narrowing at the two. He had too much dignity to deal with these morons.

“Why don't you hear us out first? You were the one interested in meeting with us, after all,” the redhead pointed out, hardly fazed by Deidara's sudden curt attitude.

Deidara had to keep himself from visibly rolling his eyes. “I told you, I'm busy, un,” he repeated, turning to leave. Before he could make it more than two steps, he was seized by the arm and pulled backwards much harder than he would have liked. He inhaled sharply, but quickly regained his composure. “What the hell, un?!”

The dark haired man narrowed his eyes, and Deidara swore that he could have seen a flash of red in them. But the intensity of his gaze made the blond want to look away as quickly as possible. He could feel adrenaline begin to course through his body, knowing very well that he was in danger. “Let me rephrase my previous statement,” he began, seizing Deidara by the back of the neck. “You're not leaving. You are going to come with us, and you are not going to protest. Do you understand?” He hissed, each word sending a chill down the blond's spine.

Frightened or not, there was no way in hell Deidara was about to put up with this thug. “Let go of me, un,” he demanded calmly. He always gave them one warning. After that, he considered it fair game.

Sure enough, the man didn't listen. Deidara managed to dislodge the vice grip on his neck and spun around with the intent of landing a punch right in the middle of his attacker's stomach. Rather, he felt his fist getting caught before it even got near its target. When he looked to see what had gone wrong, he found the redhead crouched in front of him, hand locked firmly around the blond's wrist. For a moment, he couldn't help but wonder how that had happened; he hadn't even saw the other man move.

“No matter how skilled you are, you are vastly outnumbered,” the redhead stated flatly. If anything, he looked bored with the current situation. “Although this is a poor example of your skill, I have no doubt that you will be an asset. However, you are completely oblivious, and your skill level fails to match up to the size of your ego.”

“What the hell are you—“

Without giving him a chance to finish his sentence, the redhead shot forward, slamming Deidara in the neck with as much force as he could muster up. Without a considerable reaction, the blond collapsed to the ground, unconscious.