A/N: Last of my finals are tomorrow, so updates should be back in order. Sorry that most of these drabbles are depressing. :|
Prompt: 'Plop'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I never will.
Deidara arrived home. His teacher was kind enough to drive the blonde to his house, deciding that being at school wasn't going to help Deidara get over the shock of Sasori's suicide. When the blonde went inside, he immediately went into the kitchen, grabbed a sharp blade, and walked into his room. He locked the door and set his schoolbag down, sighing deeply.
"Forgive me . . ."
He then raised the arm with the knife in the air and brought it down unto his wrist.
Slice.
Deidara stood there, staring at the scarlet liquid pour out of the deep gash in his wrist. He slowly walked to and lay on his bed, his bleeding wrist hanging over edge. He tucked the blade under his face, believing that it somehow gave him a sense of security. Hot tears flowed out of his azure blue eyes. He closed his eyes and smiled. Outside, it started to rain.
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
One by one, the raindrops fell . . .
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
One by one, the blood-drops stained the floor . . .
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
One by one, the teardrops hit the blade . . .
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
One by one, the water-drops washed his world away . . .
Plop.
Plop.
Plop.
A/N: I suppose that some of these are connected . . .
Either way, thanks for reading. :)