A/N: So . . . yeah. Another drabble. Enjoy. :)
Prompt: Cemetery
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Deidara stood in the cemetery, gazing at the worn out stone that marked Sasori's grave. The darkness of the night made it hard to read what was written on the stone, but the outline of a scorpion was visible.
Slowly, drops of rain started falling, and Deidara shifted his gaze to the sky. The rain blended in with the tears falling from the blonde's eyes. He sighed and turned his gaze back to the stone, pulling his hood over his head.
The blonde shivered, the rain seeping through his hoodie, though he refused to move from his spot. Memories of his time with Sasori flooded his mind. Of laughter, of arguments, of tears, of love. The blonde sighed and pulled a small puppet out of his pocket, along with a small clay sculpture. He quietly lay them on the ground and walked away.
"I guess I still miss you . . ."
A/N: :)