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The first thing Deidara had done upon waking up and being carted off to some supposed new lodgings was to ditch the Akatsuki cloak and slip out the window to the street below. He needed info and he needed it fast.
The last thing he remembers is his chakra gathering, condensing, that thrill of the coming destruction because of his art, his masterpiece, and the regret that he wouldn't be a witness of its majesty. That damn Uchiha should have been grateful to see such a sight.
And now here he was, wells of chakra feeling oddly sluggish and unresponsive, weapons replaced with shitty little wooden training kunai, skin itching with the sure knowledge that he was dead, vaporized, but somehow here in this place he'd never even heard of. Either everyone he'd ever met had been missing something huge, or he'd somehow stumbled into some very weird space-time jutsu shit.
This clean cut district he'd been housed in was not anywhere near what he needed. But a red-light district was the perfect place to go snooping. Just because he was an explosives expert doesn't mean he didn't remember every lesson he'd had drilled into his head about blending in and slipping into a city he wasn't familiar with. It didn't take him long to parse a map and even less time to have a few options. Cotes sounds like something closer to a familiar environment at least.
Seems he's not the only person snooping around either, given the grappling hook attached to the roof of one of the buildings. He should leave it alone and do his own snooping. But when has should ever stopped him from doing something?
Deidara scrambles up the building with a mix of chakra and straight climbing, then peers down at the young man at the end of the rope, peering into windows with a camera raised to his face. The blond grins and tugs at the rope.
