I grew up in Sunagakure with my Mama and Papa. All throughout my early life, I had been weak and frail. My lungs were not strong, and I could never walk very far without growing tired.
But Mama and Papa did not ever let that stop me from being happy. The pill was always a "submarine" or "deep sea diver looking for treasure." I was a little angel, never a sick brat in their eyes.
And then they left... never to come back.
Yes, I cried. I cried every night.
My grandmother, Chiyo was the one to take responsibility for me next. I moved in with her shortly after my parents were found dead, and lived there for years. You would think that she made me happy, and yet, you would be terribly wrong.
Chiyo was not Mama or Papa. She didn't play with me, or sing me to sleep; things my parents used to do. Dreadfully lonely, I locked myself away in my room and sculpted puppets of my parents in order to comfort myself.
There I stayed for years, sickly and alone. I refused to eat until I would faint. I would not sleep until exhaustion claimed me, and when it did, I slept for days. I'd play with Mama and Papa in my spare time, repairing and improving them when necessary.
Then the day came when I could take my life no longer. I packed away all of my materials, and left Sunagakure for the desert. In my time living there, I acquired countless servants forcibly with my jutsu. Those servants assisted me in my daily life as my health slowly declined.
Soon, I was confined to my bed, sensitive to all light and sound. All I had were my brainwashed servants and beloved puppets.
And one day, it hit me.
Puppets can't feel, can they? And puppets can't be affected by illness. They can't be wounded or mentally abused. Their bodies never tire, and repairs can easily be made. And there I was: a weak human, lying in bed, afraid of the world around him.
So I did what I am sure you assumed I would do. I turned myself into a masterpiece.
Soon after, I joined the Akatsuki, a crime organization seeking power through the nine Biju. I was supposed to be responsible for the nine-tail, but my mission was interrupted, and I was... well... "killed."
However, now, I have been revived in order to live in this foolish human world once more, guiding a loon named Deidara through his life... one step at a time. To be honest, I quite like it, and plan to stay here.
Plan to enjoy the life I was given, and live it to the fullest.