when someone dies, their friends and family pay tribute in some way. they do something personalized and special as a way to remember them and celebrate who they were, drawing on hobbies or beliefs or whatever.
but deidara isn't like that, at least not initially. not in the moment. he doesnt pay any respects. doesn't do anything special for them or to remember them by. there's no send off.
he just feels angry toward them. he feels abandoned. he curses them, blames them. he just wallows in grief and sadness and spirals into self destruction. he's moody. he snaps at everyone or gives them the silent treatment.
but as time passes and he has time to process the loss to some degree, he does make art inspired by them, like what he did with sasori. clay puppets.
for kakuzu, sculptures that can split apart and are connected by 'threads'
with kakuzu, the loss hits a little harder. genuine sadness overwhelms him and he just can't function for a while. the one person who ever understood him. gone... it's a rough one to get through. but when he's able to, he actually does do something for him. he makes a cup of tea, just the way he'd been taught.
hidan, a clay weapon that is attached to him, like the scythe is.
hidan was always a strange one. sometimes they got along, sometimes they didn't. they'd either be the best of friends or they'd be at each other's throats and insulting one another. And sometimes, when he listened, he understood. but all of that goes up in smoke when hidan dies. deidara doesn't understand.
marg, clay bunnies with the zoomies
marg was his sibling. maybe not by blood, but they were brother and sister. it was a rocky start. both artists, but never really seeing eye to eye. they got along well enough eventually. he loved riling her up and making her angry. he just can't believe she'd abandon him. what the hell is her problem? screw her. screw her. screw her.
chiari gets nothing. the middle finger.
