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As he commented that he’d have probably liked my mother, I’d but grin somewhat at this and keep my head rested on his shoulder- Of course being young I was unsure of what kind of person she was from first-hand experience, but I had heard many things about her from both my brothers and my father- She was quiet and gentle, the polar opposite to my father who although quiet at times, was, in all respect to him, a complete nutjob when it came to “protecting” his family. A gym bunny in his day from what I’ve seen of pictures and what I could remember he was pretty buffed up and intimidating looking, but now after raising a pack of five kids, it took a toll on him and he had lost a lot of the muscle that he had gained in his youth- But he was still my dad, and although I was unsure if Kaeor was scared of him or not, I was such a daddy’s girl. Not that I had another parent that could dote about me.

And then- I seemed to stoke the fire as I asked the question regarding joining ANBU, but aww, so he did care about me- Not that I doubted that he did of course. But, tilting my head to the side away from his shoulder so that I’d now gaze up at his milky eyes, I’d listen to him speak, somewhat touched by what he had to say! ”Me, Academy teacher?” I’d ask in somewhat of a sarcastic tone before responding to the other parts that he had to say; ”I wouldn’t mind being a vagabond in a forest as long as you join me.” I’d tell him as my head nuzzled up to his shoulder once more- Of course, although I wasn’t too fond of the idea of leaving the village permanently, I was hoping that if it did ever happen, he would still be by my side. Being ANBU sure did seem like an interesting career to have- If you could call it a career, but he was right- The requirements of it were quite dire as far as commitment went.

However, the moment of thought that clouded my mind seemed to be cut quite short as I opened my eyes after feeling Kaeor do something to my hair, seeing it messed on my face, which I couldn’t really complain about since it wasn’t really in a better shape before he’d done that. Grinning a little bit at this my hands would messily land on his head and brush the hairs around, flattening his hairstyle so that he looked like some kind of hella gay waiter. Removing my hands I’d then place them on my lap, shaking my head a little to get the strands out from my eyes. ”We could work together. I need to train a load more before that happens, though.” I had been grinning before I’d said this, that was for sure- But after I’d said it, my grin simply stretched. Of course- It wouldn’t’ be like partners in crime, more like partners in justice really, but it would be interesting to see how things worked. With Kaeor his Hyuuga abilities left him close range and taijutsu orientated generally whilst I was more long-range and weak at taijutsu- It should work, right?

"No. His name is Raikage-sama or Raikage. Not Atlas. Stop calling him Atlas."
”HAHAHAHAHA!”

I’d laugh pretty much louder than usual at this comment that he had to say and the actions that he spoke whilst doing so- Sure enough he was the Raikage but having met him before he attained the title, I felt weird calling him Rakage, and so chose to not do so. If one of Kaeor’s friends were the Raikage I was sure that he’d be calling them by their first name too! ”Kaeoru stop being so uptight..” I’d say in a mock upset voice as my finger raised up and drew over to his lips, pressing down on them for a moment or so before releasing them again as he continue to speak again. ”..He doesn’t mind- He’s chill. And about sleeping on the sofa..” I’d say, trailing off in my words as a dastardly smile came to my mouth, seeping poison from the very corners!- ”-I’ll get my brothers to beat you to a pulp! I’ll show you who’s sleeping on the sofa!” But of course I was kidding! I was sure that if I’d ask them they would take it seriously and there would surely be little left of Kaeor to prove it was actually him. However- with my arms now crossed I’d then imitate myself in a mood with him, turning my head sharply away, a head full of raven hair now facing him whilst my eyes gazed outside the window as I awaited his reaction.

And then moments later my bare feet would rise and then gently push against Kaeor's middle, attempting to push him off the sofa! Such was a game that I had played with my brothers when we were young, dubbed sofa wars. Oh, fun!

I’d spend the next few moments in complete and utter silence on my part, until Kaeor asked quite a strange question- It wasn’t because he had said parents as in the plural, but because he asked it in general. To this, a laugh would escape my thin lips, and then form in to a smile, entertained at the question that he had asked me. Sure enough he knew quite well exactly what my father thought of him and my brothers- But lately they had been a little bit more.. slack. ”Kaeor, my dad still isn’t sure about you and my brothers still hate you- I wouldn’t take it personally though since they do it to everyone I take home.” I’d say- Of course, I daren’t stray from him now that I was in a relationship and neither was I planning to, I was happy carefully wrapped up under his guidance, and there was little that could take me away. But- the grin still remained on my face as my head stayed close to his shoulder, a protective hand now around my waist.

”They’ll come to like you soon enough, just you wait. They’re just.. protective.” Of course, I was the exact replica of my late mother, and like her and my second-youngest brother, I had inherited the fact that she had always been quite a sickly person- This factor and the fact that I was the youngest and a girl, I was like some kind of walking china doll, so fragile with the risk of being broken apparent at all times- It didn't help that my mother had passed away days after having me, they probably didn't want me offing too. I understood that they were just out to look after me and I respected that well, but.. They could stop giving such evils to the people that I chose to go out with, right? It came to be a bit of a bother, especially since I had lost potential boyfriends in the past due to their hostile nature- Kaeor, it seemed, was the first to last over five months.

With my red eyes closed once more I’d simply concentrate on his voice and the warmth of his skin through the black shirt he was wearing, which simply reminded me that I needed to get changed and do some training soon. As he spoke of my experience with looking after children, I’d but dig my face in to his shoulder for but a moment in utter embarrassment before then taking it away- To put it nicely, it had been a fail. People always seemed to expect I’d get along with them but they were.. complicated little beasts! Incredibly hard to understand, too. One moment they wanted to play with something and the other they were throwing it against walls. Hopefully, genin would prove to be otherwise and more mature than the ones that I had been placed in charge of in the past. Putting no comment to this, I’d keep listening to him speak as my left hand’s fingers knotted with his right’s, moulding them together gently.

"And how do you know it'll be great?"
”I couldn’t think of a better person to move in with.”

My words were short and sweet, but they explained what I had meant easily- Living at home, it was great, but I was babied quite a lot by my siblings and father, but living with Kaeor I could easily be treated as an adult (Although, sometimes he treated me like the person that should be taken care of) and I wouldn’t be plagued by a barrage of comments on the relationship that the both of us had. Sighing happily, my lips would part again, as I’d begin to speak; ”It won’t be long now, I’m sure.” I’d tell him in the most hushed of tones as my fingers kept entwining with his, moving around his different fingers. ”When we first met?-” a pause would occur as the memories flooded back to my mind- I knew exactly what had happened, it was one of those things you couldn’t really forget that easily. ”Of course- It was rainy outside- It was awkward.” I’d say with a cheeky grin on my face- But of course, it’s always a little bit awkward meeting new people, although there was something different when I had first met Kaeor- Something strange, but so defining- Without that small awkward moment, surely I wouldn’t be here right now. Insignificant at the time- It was important to me now.

”I love you.”

The matter of the tattoo was quite.. surprising, but myself, I thought it was pretty sweet of him- My name was forever on him now, until he chose to remove it, and even then, it would cost a pretty sum of ryo to do so- I had never really doubted the fact that Kaeor was faithful to me and me only (as far as relationships like ours go!) so, I was charmed that he chose to take the action of having my name tattooed in to his fine skin. Crossing my arms and standing in quite a calm pose, I’d look up at him as he spoke, grins appearing on my face quite frequently from the things that he told me. ”Speak to Atlas? I’m sure he’d let us- He’s a really nice guy.” I’d tell him with a grin, almost flaunting the fact that I knew the current Raikage- I’d also been taught by him, but I was sure that would just make Kaeor super jealous.

However, just after I’d spoken, a small amount of banter would be headed straight my way- Staying around here seems great.. but I need to make more effort! of course, my reasoning behind it? I was still young. When I had maybe more responsibilities or duties to do should I finally be allowed to move in with Kaeor I’d surely be around the place more (Not that I wasn’t right now) but at the moment, I wanted to grab life with both hands and embrace it when I could- Both the fact that I was ill judged the timeframe that I had to live my life, and the fact that I was a shinobi probably shortened it, too. ”Enjoy seeing me like this when you can.” I’d tell him with a grin as I then dropped my hands to what little hips I had, alike some kind of model, jokingly showing off the clothing I was wearing.

I’d then look back at the tattoo on his neck after he had explained to me that it hadn’t hurt all that bad. It was either Kaeor had incredibly thick skin, he was numb to pain, or he was trying to protect his masculinity from being degraded. A sly grin would form on my face once more as I’d rise my arms back to the crossing position, as I kept speaking to him, spontaneously making my way out of the kitchen and back in to the lounge, where I’d been taking a nap previously- With cushions on one end and a blanket thrown across it, it had been pretty comfortable. Slumping back down in to it, I’d then await for the white-haired shinobi to make his appearance in the room. However; Whether or not he followed didn’t matter as I’d speak;

”I can safely say that I’ve never had my name tattooed on anyone before, Kaeor. Think of yourself as the first- You might become a trend setter!” Of course, I was being serious, but the trend-setting thing was mere humour- I wasn’t sure about who else would have my name tattooed on them- Oh! that’s right- One of my brothers would probably if he had the chance but I wouldn’t let him live it down- With Kaeor.. It was deeper than that, really. ”Kae, Come in here” Shouting to him from the other room at a tone loud enough to hear, I’d scootch up on the sofa to allow him room, my black hair contrasting against the cream coloured sofas- But of course, the majority of myself contrasted with the colour but then again- It was so comfy. As for myself- my talkative nature had returned to me after the feeling of sleepiness had subsided.

"Your brothers say you need to come home."
”My brothers say a lot of things.”

The innocent little catnap which I had decided to take now finally began to take its toll on me as I slowly dragged myself back to reality, my eyes still looking at Kaeor himself, although they felt as if they were elsewhere at the same time- It was a strange feeling but I couldn’t be happier in his presence. And then- I’d listen in, my mind trying to understand what he was saying- He was planning to cook dinner? That was lovely of him- ”If you insist, That would be perfect-” I’d say with a grin as I sat in the chair, obviously saying this since both it meant that I’d probably get something at least nicely cooked, and, I didn’t need to cook myself. It wasn’t that I was lazy- Or maybe it was, but, I didn’t really feel like cooking myself some food, as bad as that sounded. Having just woken up, I wasn’t in the right place to do so without potentially burning the place down! Raising my pale hand I’d run it through my hair, freshly washed this morning but nonetheless looking like a bird had nested in it as of now.

Watching as he’d move across the room placing the fish in the fridge, with my eyes slightly blurry I couldn’t help but notice some kind of white patch on the back of his neck, or something white at least. Deciding to ignore it for now I’d ask him in a little about what it was, just in case my vision deceived me and there was nothing there. Rubbing my eyes tiredly I’d listen to how he described his day (But not before laughing, which, although I had become accustomed to his laugh, was quite.. an outburst)- As a teacher at academy each day was usually different, I myself had no profession as of now, it was something that I needed to work on. Placing a mental note in the back of my mind to look in to getting one, I’d then keep watching Kaeor, his very frame lighting up the room as of now.

Lifting my right leg up so that it crossed over my left, I’d soon gather enough intelligence to speak once more; ”Me, tired?” I’d tell him with sarcasm in my tone, suggesting that I wasn’t truly awake at the time being. "Stay." Of course I was more than capable of doing things but it would take me a further five minutes or so to fully be at my full potential. ”..I need to get sorting out my job- You’ve got one so it’s only fair that I get one, too.” Of course when I’d say this, I was being truthful but at the same time as I stretched my limbs a little whilst sitting down, my carefree personality would be seen in full bloom- I did give off the idea that I was idle at most times but I was actually quite an active person- Just.. I didn’t have anything to do. And that was the problem I needed to tackle!

It was moments like this which I did enjoy- Casual moments as so to say, with the both of us in perfect harmony- Of course, surprisingly despite the fact that our personalities were different on so many levels, we hadn’t argued during the whole duration that we had been together- Perhaps one small childish bicker, but it was sorted within hours. Gazing at him with my red eyes I’d but see both the object of my desire and my best friend, my soft gaze licking over his form, his kimono now removed. My arms now not crossed but with my left scratching behind my own neck, I’d watch as he’d stand, looking quite content for some reason as I would but be left wondering why- But- Rising up from my chair and approaching him once more, I'd glide towards him with my arms once more wrapping around him and my fingers gently tapping on the fabric near the back of his neck- my curiosity had gotten the best of me, and as almost like some kind of outburst (Although, hopefully not outspoken) I’d find myself asking the question:

”..What’s this?”
I'd ask these words in the most curious of tones- Just what was it? Tip-Toeing a little I'd soon reach his height and plant the well-awaited kiss upon his lips, before resuming to my original height and awaiting his answer.

"Areru? Are you here?"

It wasn’t that I had a great sense of smell- But as my eyes slowly began to flicker open as I dragged myself from a dream-state, my form residing on one of the sofa’s in his home, my eyes would trail upwards towards the ceiling as my nose twitched a little, taking in the smell of- ”..Fish?” I’d ask barely above a whisper as my mind struggled to make sense of why my home currently smelt of fish- Not being exactly the best chef around I wasn’t sure of what type it was, but Kaeor was sure to have a good reason behind bringing it in- And it was nothing a little air freshener couldn’t mask up, right? Slowly making my way off the sofa I’d then rise up on to my own two feet, and I’d navigate my way towards where I had heard his voice come from- Or at least I was pretty sure that it was him.

Even though it was just over mid-day, I looked quite tired, although frankly he had seen me with such an appearance many a time so I couldn’t give a damn right now- looking him over, my eyes would be drawn to.. ..The red sack that he was carrying- ”You bought fish?” I’d ask with a hint of confusion, wondering why he had bought it- Perhaps he was intent on cooking it right here, right now? Maybe. I couldn’t exactly be sure, but nonetheless, I’d greet him with the same attitude as I would any other day, even if what he had brought in would need an hour or so to air out. Wrapping my thin arms around his waist I’d then plant a peck on his cheek before reeling away and looking up at his milky eyes, my own strange red gazing at his.

And then- They’d move back towards the fish in the red bag that he had near his shoulders, the smell piercing my senses as I’d then shake my head- It wasn’t that I disapproved of him bringing fish back, it was simply that I wasn’t too fond of the smell, and having just woken up it wasn’t exactly the best thing, but I was looking forwards to whatever he’d decide to cook from it. ”Kae- Put them in the fridge, away from the milk” maybe it was just superstition and even though it was true that there was a layer of plastic separating the fish and the milk, I didn’t want to come along at some point having cereal that suspiciously tasted like mackerel or whatever he had in the bag he held. Giving him a playful grin I’d then walk in to the kitchen myself- As for what I was wearing, it wasn’t my usual garb-

A pair of denim shorts in the colour of black and a black shirt, I was very much.. at home, as so to say. Without footwear I’d pad my way in to the kitchen, my feet soon meeting with the cold tiles, sending a slight shiver up my spine.

Opening the fridge myself, I’d then wait on the other side and wait for him to put it in, whilst I on the other hand began to rummage through some shelves. A biscuit soon being produced in my hand after some searching I’d then bite in to it, demolishing it soon after it touched my lips. Whilst waiting to see if he’d place it in the fridge or not, I’d take a seat on one of the kitchen chairs, slumping in and yet looking quite ladylike at the same time whilst doing so. My lips parting, I'd ask him "Hey.. ..How was your morning?" in the caring way that he was now used to- The black of my clothing contrasting with the white of my skin I did look quite pallor, even for me- But I was like that most days. Crossing my arms I’d then watch on, waiting for him to approach the kitchen as I prepared myself for another ghastly blast of that smell.