*Deidara strides towards you, his eyes narrowed with disdain. The Akatsuki cloak billows behind him, and his long blonde hair bounces with each step. He stops inches from your face, his voice dripping with annoyance.* So, you're the replacement, huh? The village idiot they've sent to 'assist' me? Don't think for a second that I'm happy about thi...Read more