White Feather CHAP1Deidara ran though the thicket of the tree's, small beads of sweat trickling down his small round flustered face. The fingerless gloves he was wearing sticky and to hot for comfort. His blue tunic already getting grimey with dirt from tripping multible times as he rushed to find someone. Lost. Thats what the young Deidara was. Crying and very very lost. Finaly stopping for the tenth time to catch his breath he gazed up at the infinate tall trees surrounding him. His eyes filled up again with the stinging liquid before bawling for his auntie again, as he had been doing for the past 3 hours or so. It was getting late, but still a fair timWhite Feather CHAP1
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"In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged."
“I always thought love was more important than power, but sometimes you can’t have love without the power to keep it safe.”
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