A Rancid Lesson
[This contains fetish content, if you do not like that, don't read, if you do, please do]
"You f***ing punk! When I catch you I'll make sure that you never f***ing annoy me again!" Deidara yelled angrily, obviously extremely irritated.
"That's if you can catch me!" A girl yelled back to him, it is pretty obvious that this is the person who annoyed him.
This girl has been irritating him all day, not leaving him alone, bugging him for all sorts of things, she noticed that non of these where getting to him, so she said something that was the worst thing she could have said to him: insulting his art form, it didn't bother him for awhile, but the last thing she said pushed him over the edge (that's for the reader to decide what she said).
Back to now, Deidara was looking a bit different than he normally does, his cloak wasn't black with the red cloud patterns, it was a maroon sorta color (not sure if that's the actual color) without those clouds, around the top of the cloak it seems to fold