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Not many would believe they were the same people who used to terrorize the town in their youth.
Why would they? When they pass the small cozy house in the more rural side of town with a few cats lazing around the porch and such well cared for plants hanging over them with a door painted plum and stained glass windows, they believed they were just a regular old couple just trying to live a peaceful life and enjoy their years together.
In a sense they were correct.
"Deidara?"
The quiet sound of a potter's wheel can be heard from down the hall; where one of the rooms had been turned into something of a work shop. It was almost funny how the young wild blonde boy who set off fire crackers and other explosives around the neighborhood to startle people was now just an old potter working with many different forms of clay.
"Deidara!"
There's still no answer even as the sound of the cane clicking against the floor and the swish of a full watering can fills the hallway and grows louder the closer the holder got.
"Deidara, did you forget to turn on your hearing aide again?"
He waited a moment but all he heard was that wheel was still going without pause. He loved his husband, he really did but as he past the photos hung up on their wall-of their wedding day, of their friends growing up, of their life living together-he can't help but wish the man would just make sure he had the hearing aide on. The door into the workshop opens and there he was leaned over his latest work.
The once long wild blonde hair was now laced with white as it was in a low ponytail, crow's feet and smile lines on the once youthful face. His left eyes was opaque from the scar that he got from a prank gone wrong and his gnarled hands shape the spinning claw into a lovely vase. His hearing aide hangs around his neck as he started to make it taller; another vase for new plants.
If he wanted, Deidara could be selling these out there yet he insists that they use his work to house the plants that Obito loved so much.
Obito snorted; one side of his face scarred from an old injury in his delinquent days and his short spiky hair the shade of fallen snow. He had other scars too that matched the face one; his cane clutched in his hand as he smiled fondly at his husband. Sure they had started out with Deidara wanted to strangle him and Obito-going by 'Tobi' at the time-made it a mission to annoy him because he thought he was cute when he was made.
Slowly he raised his good hand to hopefully catch his eye, chuckling when Deidara jumped and made the wheel spin too fast. Hence the vase collapses into a mess.
"You idiot, un!" Deidara wiped his hands on his apron, wearing an old white t-shirt and sweat pants as he slowly stands up, grunting as his bones clicked, "How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me while I'm working without my aide, un!"
Obito raised a brow, waiting until he got his hearing device in and turned the small dial to hear him, "I tried to call for you, Dei, I have lunch ready for us...come on come on..."
"Hmph," Deidara sighed as the picked up the ruined piece and threw it into the pile before he pulled the cover over it so the clay wouldn't dry out, "What's for lunch, un? Not sweet bean soup, trying make my teeth rot, un?" He slipped off the apron that had wet clay on it before he walked to the sink to was his hands.
"No no, not that, I promise. I made some miso, grilled fish and fried chicken," He waited patiently for him, and held out his arm; the one with the watering can in it still, "I can finish watering the girls as we walk to the kitchen."
Deidara huffed as he holds his arm to follow him; taking in how Obito was wearing a black sweater and flannel pajama bottoms with his slippers. His husband really did like to be cozy no matter what age they were. He sighed, stopping ever few seconds for Obito to water their indoor plants; the pretty red orchid, the spider grass, and many many others that Obito just has been collecting since they got married and got their acts together.
...They really have changed from their younger years haven't they? Deidara can't even enjoy the sound of fireworks without having this device on him and even then it always seemed to give feedback when they were on during them. He can't even move like he used to, his pace slower and meticulous as he had taken up pottery since he couldn't handle his usual medium anymore.
"Hmm, it smells good un," He said softly now as they finally make it to their kitchen where lunch has been set up; fish, miso soup, friend chicken and fresh rice. Something simple yet flavorful so it doesn't upset either off their stomachs with the tea pot steeping some green tea.
Their cats have come in; a fluffy orange maine coon named Dynamite, a short haired blue russian named Jaegar and a sphynx named Miss Elle. They are all lounging around, enjoying the warmth from inside their owners homes as the couple walk to the tables and sit down.
This may not have been the life he envisioned for himself; he always thought he'd die young if he was honest. With the crazy things he pulled he probably should have died, yet instead now he's here; an old man who can't even throw a ball without feeling like his bones were going to break from it.
He wouldn't change it for anything is if meant he ended up with his husband like this.