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One of my favorite scenes from a fanfiction of mine, Akatsuki High. Orochimaru's death. I love him, but I wanted Deidara to do something extreme, and here's the result. Also a habit of mine is always finding a song to go along with the scene, and sometimes I actually write the scene based on the song I'm listening to. This one came from Locked and Loaded.
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Musical Inpsiration
Song: Locked and Loaded
Artist: Rob Halford
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Deidara did not watch for a second longer, his heart swelling with rage, he ran forward and punched Orochimaru square in the jaw. Orochimaru fell backwards a bit, then landed on his tailbone.
“Do NOT touch Sasori-kun,” Deidara snarled, standing over Orochimaru. He grabbed the wicked man by his shirt’s collar, and repeatedly hit him in the face. Deidara’s knuckles had turned bloody with the repeated bashing of his fist against Orochimaru’s skull.
Furiously, he dropped Orochimaru to the hard floor forcefully, and then ran to Sasori, who had collapsed weakly beside a cardboard box that contained a few newspapers.
“Sasori?” he asked, voice shaking. “Can you hear me, Sasori?” He cradled Sasori’s body against his own, wiping tear trails from the red-haired boy’s face, but smeared blood on his cheek by accident. He only examined his own hand for an instant before turning his attention back to Sasori.
“Deidara…thank you,” Sasori said faintly.
Deidara gently placed Sasori against the wall, and then reached inside his backpack. His hands quickly found the cold metal of his pistol. He clutched it in his hand, and then stood slowly.
“Orochimaru.”
A frightened Orochimaru, with sweat dripping down his forehead, whom had previously been trying to escape unnoticed, could not help but turn to look at the livid blonde. He froze as he took in the sight before him: Deidara standing with his left arm held forward, the barrel of a gun focused right on him. His ring glimmered slightly in the faint alleyway light. Deidara’s mouth opened and he spoke only one word.
“Bang.”
The bullet surged forward with an explosion of sound. Orochimaru had almost no time to realize what had just happened as he flew backwards a foot or so and hit the floor with a yell, clutching his face. The bullet had hit dead center between the eyes. In not much time, Orochimaru would have stopped moving and ceased to exist.
But knowing someone would come to investigate shortly; Deidara packed the gun away, rezipped his bag and hoisted Sasori off the ground, supporting him. He was still in a depressed state of shock and put little effort into walking with Deidara down the street, but he came around shortly and asked kindly of his best friend to never tell what Orochimaru had done to him.
Deidara nodded and in the same tone of voice, asked Sasori not to tell what he himself had done to Orochimaru.
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Deidara, Sasori, Orochimaru (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Akatsuki High, drawing (c) Me!

Description
One of my favorite scenes from a fanfiction of mine, Akatsuki High. Orochimaru's death. I love him, but I wanted Deidara to do something extreme, and here's the result. Also a habit of mine is always finding a song to go along with the scene, and sometimes I actually write the scene based on the song I'm listening to. This one came from Locked and Loaded.
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Musical Inpsiration
Song: Locked and Loaded
Artist: Rob Halford
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Deidara did not watch for a second longer, his heart swelling with rage, he ran forward and punched Orochimaru square in the jaw. Orochimaru fell backwards a bit, then landed on his tailbone.
“Do NOT touch Sasori-kun,” Deidara snarled, standing over Orochimaru. He grabbed the wicked man by his shirt’s collar, and repeatedly hit him in the face. Deidara’s knuckles had turned bloody with the repeated bashing of his fist against Orochimaru’s skull.
Furiously, he dropped Orochimaru to the hard floor forcefully, and then ran to Sasori, who had collapsed weakly beside a cardboard box that contained a few newspapers.
“Sasori?” he asked, voice shaking. “Can you hear me, Sasori?” He cradled Sasori’s body against his own, wiping tear trails from the red-haired boy’s face, but smeared blood on his cheek by accident. He only examined his own hand for an instant before turning his attention back to Sasori.
“Deidara…thank you,” Sasori said faintly.
Deidara gently placed Sasori against the wall, and then reached inside his backpack. His hands quickly found the cold metal of his pistol. He clutched it in his hand, and then stood slowly.
“Orochimaru.”
A frightened Orochimaru, with sweat dripping down his forehead, whom had previously been trying to escape unnoticed, could not help but turn to look at the livid blonde. He froze as he took in the sight before him: Deidara standing with his left arm held forward, the barrel of a gun focused right on him. His ring glimmered slightly in the faint alleyway light. Deidara’s mouth opened and he spoke only one word.
“Bang.”
The bullet surged forward with an explosion of sound. Orochimaru had almost no time to realize what had just happened as he flew backwards a foot or so and hit the floor with a yell, clutching his face. The bullet had hit dead center between the eyes. In not much time, Orochimaru would have stopped moving and ceased to exist.
But knowing someone would come to investigate shortly; Deidara packed the gun away, rezipped his bag and hoisted Sasori off the ground, supporting him. He was still in a depressed state of shock and put little effort into walking with Deidara down the street, but he came around shortly and asked kindly of his best friend to never tell what Orochimaru had done to him.
Deidara nodded and in the same tone of voice, asked Sasori not to tell what he himself had done to Orochimaru.
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Deidara, Sasori, Orochimaru (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Akatsuki High, drawing (c) Me!