An Akatsuki Funeral
The sky was dark and thunder growled threateningly. In a clearing, several dark and tall figures circled around a freshly dug grave. Rain began to patter. The ripe smell of dirt filled the air.
"SEMPAI!"
The tear-choked cry broke the melancholy vibe. An orange-masked man flung himself out of the circle and onto the muddy pile, screaming in his grief.
"Tobi! Tobi is NOT a good boy!" Zetsu hissed. Tobi looked up, and although no one could tell, his eyes grew wide in panic.
"What?" he whispered. He broke into heavier sobs as Itachi kicked him off Deidara's mutilated grave.
"Look at what you've done, Tobi. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Yeah, Tobi!" the flower-haired Akatsuki member sighed, "You got you're uniform all dirty…"
"S-sorry…" Tobi moaned, "But, s-sempai! H-He left me all alone…"
"Shut up, you gay bitch," Kisame muttered, if only just to hide his own grief. There was silence for a moment, save Tobi's constant sniffling.
"Deidara wouldn't wish for this," their dark leader finally said, "He has gone with a beautiful, artistic bang, and that made him happy."
"More like insane," whispered Kisame, but he was ignored.
"Besides, you all know we'll see him again in hell someday."
There was a general murmur of agreement.
"Hm, alright then, let's get back to our duties, shall we?" said Itachi, preparing to depart, "I dislike getting wet…"
"Yes," Zetsu approved, "You can come with me, Tobi."
There was one last collective glace at Deidara's muddy tomb, and all together, the remaining Akatsuki vanished into the coming night.