Rating: K-rated

Warnings: No warnings

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Golden leaves fall down from the trees, fluttering slowly in the wind as they descend down, hitting the ground in the softest ways. The seasons are changing again, summer saying goodbye, making place for the fall. There was always something magical about the fall. The way everything changed colour. Temperatures lowering while the earth got this warm glow over it, as if it didn't want to welcome the winter just yet.

The thing Deidara loved the most was the way the leafs would crunch under his feet, breathing out their final goodbye as they crumbled under his weight. But today he wouldn't go out and step on all the fallen leafs. Now he could only watch them from the window, see them fly down at a slow pace, and then lie forgotten on the ground until someone else would pass by. Little kids in small rain boots or an elderly couple that would go for a walk in the colourful garden.

Sounds filtered into the room as a door opened, letting the noises from outside fill their privacy, but no one entered. It was a simple check-up, and Deidara was happy no one came to see them. Being here with a friend was enough.

Glancing away from the window, Deidara turned his gaze on Kurotsuchi. The girl was all smiles, dressed in a short white dress that made her long legs stand out perfectly. Her short hair was slightly curled, giving her a more feminine look than she usually preferred. She really looked beautiful today and today was a special day. Big steps were going to be made. Goodbyes to old lives would occur, while wishing this new life would be better. Maybe he should've spoken up sooner, but the words never seemed to be able to leave his lips. The fall was just so breath taking, that it was hard to just accept it. Maybe it was better to stick to the life he knew, and wait for the leafs to turn gold.

A hand slides over his shoulder as Kurotsuchi finally comes up to him. Her lips are turned into a smile, her eyes shining with an emotion that makes Deidara's heart swell a little. Slowly he stands up, using her hand as a guidance. The window is forgotten, together with the tree shedding his leafs outside, coating the earth in a golden hue.

"It's time," she murmurs, and all Deidara could do is nod in reply. The lump in his throat is far too big to swallow around, let alone speak. She really looks beautiful today.

The door from before is now opened again, this time Kurotsuchi's delicate hand reaching for the handle. The sounds are gone now, the hallway void of people. Their shoes clack loudly against the tiled floors, signalling others that something is about to happen.

Turning a corner with Kurotsuchi on his arm, Deidara finally meets the big wooden doors. As soon as those doors open, life will never be the same again. This is what it all comes down to.

Doubts had been creeping up in the dead of night, breaking him down to his knees, unable to ever see the light. There were just so many things that could go wrong. And life had been good as it had been so far. This would be saying goodbye to a life that he didn't really want to say goodbye to. Every moment had been summer, warm and bright, but welcoming the magic of the fall was still too much. What if this wouldn't be as he had imagined?

This was like breaking up with himself, saying goodbye to himself, and letting someone take his place. But his old ways had been fine. Waiting for the colours to turn to gold, perhaps forever.

The doors creaked open, the wood heavy for the two men to push open. This sigh moved through the room as rows and rows of people turned around to face the door. See who would come in, as if they were still in high school, and they were the students that were ten minutes late. Though there was no judgemental look. He had not been late, had he?

Unable to really look up at the people, Deidara chose to turn towards Kurotsuchi. Have this final moment together where he could simply rely on her strength, her smile, her confidence. He had never needed it before, but today was different. Fall had reached her long ago.

Her fingers slid through his long blond tresses, easily moving to the very end of it. It had been carefully brushed and styled until it looked perfect, showing off two blue eyes instead of only one for a change. Dressed in a black suit with a turquoise shirt beneath and a black tie, he was dressed to the tens. Everything had been thought of, making sure this day would be perfect. Deidara still would not have a skirt that flowed behind him as he stepped forward, nor would his heels click as loudly as Kurotsuchi's did as she walked away.

Deidara watched her leave. Walk all the way to the end of the path and then turn to the side, a big smile on her lips as she took place on the left, as his maid of honour. Another flutter moved through his stomach, eyes slowly sliding to the left. Lined up were three men in suit, face Deidara recognised all too well. The first was the best friend, dark blue hair styled up in spikes, sharp grin on his face as his black beady eyes moved from Deidara to the other. Beside him was the little brother, one who possibly cared more for the other than Deidara ever could, though in reality that wasn't really true.

Could he really say goodbye to this life and move into the fall? Stop waiting on the colours to turn to gold?

Lastly there stood the one he would be abandoning everything for. The same black suit with the same black tie, but a dark red shirt beneath to finish it all off. His hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, eyes so dark beneath that they always seemed a mystery to Deidara. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. This was it. That moment where Deidara would have to let go of those distant memories. What did they all mean anyway? For years hadn't it only been Itachi? Wasn't Itachi everything he knew? When everything would come crashing down and wither away, Itachi would be the one there. Because it's all Deidara really had.

I'm ready for the fall, I'm ready for everything that I believed in to drift away, Ready for the leaves, Ready for the colours to burn to gold and crumble away.

This really was the moment. The little push Deidara needed to understand and see that this was it. Music started playing, drifting over the carpet that was rolled out down the alley, creating a path for Deidara to walk on. It was slow and sweet, carefully ushering Deidara to take that first step. Lifting his foot he did just that, stepping onto the red carpet with a golden line on the side, giving it a fancy look. The rest of the room was dressed with red roses, the smell and their colour giving the room a warm taste to it.

Moving further Deidara kept an easy pace, trying his best to stay on the beat of the music. No one would walk him down the aisle, no one would give him away on this day. Because Deidara didn't need to be given away. Deidara had never been owned by anyone. This was his moment to shine, and show that he could belong to someone. After this was all over, Deidara would belong to Itachi, and that would never change after that.

Everything was moving too slow. As the certainty came over Deidara, he just wanted to be there at the end, right next to Itachi. He was all Deidara ever needed. Memories flooded in as he trudged on, slapping him hard in the face. All the things they had been through. All the hard ships and the happy times. Not everything had been as bright as the summer. There had been those cold winter nights that had done nothing but freeze Deidara to the bone. Sometimes he had wanted to run. But to what? There was nothing better to even run to.

Itachi had been the one who had made Deidara see. Who had woken him up and shown what the world really was like. And Itachi had done it by giving it his all. Never had there been any doubt, no matter how hard Deidara had ever made it on him. Itachi was the one, simply the one.

With a rush of energy Deidara ran the last few steps, just to be there with Itachi. Standing next to him and show the world how proud he was to even be here. That it was he who would be marrying Itachi Uchiha, and that nothing in the world would change that anymore. This was it, and would forever be it.

Moving up the small stairs to get on the small platform, Deidara held his breath. His hand reached out, and instantly Itachi's fingers met his. Their fingers laced together, Itachi's hold tight on Deidara's hand. Eyes locked and the whole room was forgotten. The pastor beside them, the best man behind them, the friends and family below them. They were not part of this. They could only witness this moment, the moment that made Deidara's heartbeat rise.

Before anyone could start speaking and start this wedding, Deidara leaned forward and whispered to Itachi, "I'm ready for the fall."