[center][b]Death to The Ones Who Do Not Remember Their Crimes

[i]Deidara Yuhiko[/i][/b][/center]

Laying in a bed in the hospital, Deidara stared at the celling. His room was already empty after they had managed to stabilise his condition and he was left completely alone.

Completely alone.

Alone.

When he thought about that word, tears came to his eyes and he sat up in his bed. He had previously witnessed his father dying, and after that, for for some unknown reason, he performed actions that were terrible and against Kumo and Konoha that he was punished to seeing his mother dying in front of his eyes. Thinking about the fact that he caused his mother to die made the tears stop flowing within seconds. Instead, Deidara started to look around. 

His pouch was in the room, along with his now blood-filled clothes. Getting up from the bed, Deidara placed his hand on the wall as he still felt pain in his chest from where he was struck previously. Due to the amount of people that needed medical help, each participant got his health back to normal and then left under a guard who stood at the entrance to the room, at least thats what he concluded from seeing the edge of the guard, most likely to ensure nothing happens to him while he is unable to protect himself properly.

Slowly approaching the table on which his clothes and pouch were on, he moved his hand and leaned on the table instead. It made a bit of a creaking noise which made the guard come in and be surprised that Deidara was already moving [b]"You were injured pretty badly. You should go back to the bed and rest some more."[/b] The guard said, and Deidara merely shook his head [b]"If I do that, I'll never become stronger. And I need to be stronger for my friends. To be capable of protecting them."[/b] The young man replied, and the guard nodded [b]"Just don't put too much pressure on yourself."[/b] The guard said and then went back to his position outside of the room entrance. Luckily for him, the room had no window so being outside the door was sufficent protection.

After the guard had left the room, Deidara placed his right hand inside the pouch. All of his weapons and tags weren't there, most likely taken by the hospital security and will be returned to him once he leaves, as instead of the tools there was a note inside saying exactly how much of each tool there was inside the pouch and to hand it to the security to get them back. Annoyed, he looked around to see what there was inside the room.

Then he noticed it. So simple and small, yet it could be so effective. A scapel had landed beneath his bed, most likely while they were treating him. Or after they brought him here to ensure everything was fine. It was small enough to make sense that no one would notice it went missing. Or perhaps it was there from before he even arrived. Not truly caring, he used the wall once more to go back to his bed and then kneel on the floor, reaching out to the scapel beneath his bed.

[i]Got it. Now I could protect my friends... From myself.[/i] He thought to himself as he brought his hand back and the scapel was in his hand, with the blade facing his hand. He felt some sting as the tiny knife cut the skin of his palm with ease and then placed the scapel on the bed. It was already bloody from cutting into his hand, and now his left hand also had blood on it. Closing his eyes, Deidara went to think one last time about his upcoming action.

[i]Dad... I couldn't protect you when Ino killed you. Mom... I brought your death and I have no idea why it had to be. Asami... I have called you many horrible things that you are not and I am truly regretful for them. Midori... I could never protect you properly even though you trusted me. Renya... You just became a Jinchuuriki like Midori and I hope that you will become as great as Midori is, or at least have a good connection with your beast."[/i] Deidara couldn't help but think about everyone close to him instead of the action itself. But he knew it had to be done.

For the sake of everyone's safety. 

Taking the scapel, Deidara placed it against his neck. He figured this will be the best way to ensure no one manages to save him this time. Because he didn't think he was worth saving if he caused so much pain to his family and couldn't protect his friends. He was also a traitor of his own country and village and he didn't remember why. All he knew was that it was his fault.

Pressing the small knife into his neck, he felt blood start to go down his body before moving the tiny blade against the rest of his neck. He started to feel as his entire front body became slowly covered with blood and that he was unable to speak now. He allowed his head to fall against the bed and then his hand dropped the scapel. After a couple more moments he felt as all his senses begun failing him. His vision became blurry and all scents vanished. He also felt as if the bed wasn't there anymore and that all noises became extremely muffled. He just barely could see the guard come in and move his mouth before his vision went out completely.

By the time the medical shinobi would arrive, Deidara's skin would be whiter than before, slowly become paler at each passing moment, and the colour in his eyes has already vanished.

[center][b]Deidara Yuhiko Was No More.[/b][/center]