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Our Last Night	By : Snowway32 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1954 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Our Last Night
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This is my very first time writing het and I really hope I did it well enough for you guys. I just had to write this; feeling driven to get this story out here when I only started writing it about five hours ago. I love this couple and would like to one day write a multi chapter fic on them but for now; I had to sate my love with a one-shot.

Please let me know if you enjoyed it. I would really like feedback especially since it's my first het story.

Enjoy Dukies...

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The flickering of hundreds of pure white candles made shadows dance across the large room; illuminating dark walls, beautiful shoji doors and a well kept black Shamisen(*1). The ivory pegs glittered in the dancing flames of the candles but it was the emptiness of the room that left much to be desired. A soft, fluffy futon - yet to be occupied - sat waiting for its masters in the middle of the room. The petals of several different colours of water lilies were strewn meticulously over the silk of the futon sheets and hard wood floors leading towards the double doors of the master bedroom.

Mikoto hummed softly to herself a tune she had played on her Shamisen many times; it was a tone of her lilting sadness and extreme happiness she had found in the arms of her husband and escaping the hate filled world of the Kunoichi life style. Stepping from the steam fogged bathroom with a mere towel wound around her waist and another running through thigh length black locks to try and ring out the excessive amounts of water. Mikoto had never cut her hair since meeting her husband for the first time; Fugaku had told her that he liked the texture of her hair and that it should always be kept long. There were times where she got so angry with her husband that she wanted to cut it off to spite him but she never did it; always secretly wanting to keep pleasing the man she loved. Even if it meant she had to give up her shinobi life.

"I wonder if you know what I did for you. Beloved." Mikoto said softly but dismissed her sad thoughts; she was happy - she kept telling herself. She had two adorable children and a husband that was caring and loving even though he didn't like to show it publically. Her new life was nothing compared to the sadness of her previous life where death and destruction was a part of her everyday routine. Mikoto was happy where she was; playing the role of a doting mother and loving wife. She didn't want to return to work for the ANBU Specialist Assassination squad. Her heart had grown too soft for that...

"Oh well. Better not linger on the past." Mikoto berated herself as he picked out her favourite purple silk kimono; she was spoiling her husband tonight and nothing was going to come in her way of enjoying every moment of it. Cold sake, flower petals and not forgetting endless emotions of lust and love. She could already feel herself getting aroused. A soft tentative knock at the door made Mikoto startle; was Fugaku already here? She could have sworn she had still an hour until he arrived back from the police precinct. Damn it! She wanted to do up her hair with her favourite hair clip; the one Fugaku had gotten her for the first time they shared a bed. That night would still bring a blush to her features.

"Come in." Mikoto said softly, just as she managed to tie her husband’s obi around her waist. She didn't feel like the trouble of tying her own obi; it was so much effort and it would have taken too long. Just when she was about to turn around to greet her beloved; she felt little fingers fist in the material at her hips - unconsciously gripping some of her long locks as well - a small forehead now resting against the small of her back. That was definitely her little baby.

"What's wrong Sasuke?" She asked softly as she turned around; noticing the tears in her youngest son's eyes as he sniffled cutely. She gently petted spiky black locks, bending to kneel before him to reach his height. Mikoto thanked Kami she had managed to tie the obi around her waist before Sasuke had come in. She sighed softly when she saw black eyes turn away from her gaze and settle on the floor. Sasuke could be just as stubborn as Fugaku; having the courage to come for help but then still avoiding the inevitable and that was asking for comfort. She brushed away the little tears that formed at the corner of Sasuke's eyes. Cooing softly as she brought her arms around Sasuke and laying her cheek on his soft hair. His little body was shaking softly as a few sobs escaped his lips.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Mikoto wondered out loud and when she saw him nod in affirmation Mikoto cooed softly before taking Sasuke's hand in hers as she led her youngest baby towards his room again. She wanted to cry out in frustration but managed to keep it locked up inside; all her careful planning for her husband had gone to waste but she couldn't deny her cute son her time and love until he fell into a comforted sleep. Little Sasuke had been coming to her often with nightmares and little frights that seven year olds often experienced; only she was worried. Itachi had never once come to her to seek comfort but Sasuke was almost behind her everyday; having had a little scare or feeling over shadowed by his brother. She sighed; was her worry justified?

"Do you want to talk about it Sasu-chan?" Mikoto asked with concern; fingers carding through black locks as she kneeled by his futon and tucked him in again, smoothing the covers over his tiny body before placing a kiss on his forehead. Sasuke shook his head in denial - typical Uchiha - she thought to herself. If he refused to talk about it she could not do much but stay by his side until he fell asleep and that took hours at a time sometimes. Sasuke seemed to inherit Fugaku's insomnia and was often awake more than he was asleep.

Mikoto began to hum softly, voice lilting through a lullaby when Sasuke settled his head in her lap. Gently she rocked back and forth just like she used to calm both her children when they were in great distress. Luckily for her it wasn't that long until she heard his breathing even out as Sasuke fell into a deep slumber. With a final kiss to the tip of his nose she stood up and headed down the dark hallway. Her bare feet almost silent through the large house; she deviated towards the kitchen where she could get something to parch the thirst that seemed to settle over her.

Drawing herself a glass of water and sipping at the fresh and cool liquid; Mikoto sighed in slight satisfaction. Fingers running through still damp locks; she pouted incredulously. Her hair was softly curling now because she couldn't get to her brush in time to stop the wetness from taking its affect. All the effort she had spent gathering those hundreds of water lilies and white candles and now her hair was curling; was is all for nothing? Would Fugaku be happy? So many question and so many unanswered questions. She tugged at the locks in annoyance as her fingers ran across a harsh tangle.

"Mikoto?" Mikoto started at that voice. Fingers going slack as the glass slipped from beneath her fingers and crashed to the floor. The sound of breaking glass was harsh to her ears and her heart was pounding in her chest. She had been so caught up in her thoughts and worries about her husband and the strained relationship he had developed with his eldest son that she hadn't even sensed her husband’s chakra at all. Her? An established ANBU captain hadn't sensed his quiet but strong chakra? She was slipping - she thought with a frown. A rich chuckle caressed her ears pleasantly just as bare footsteps drew closer to her; warm arms winding around her waist and pulled her away from the shattered glass and spilt water.

"Are you alright?" Fugaku asked concerned and Mikoto could do nothing but nod against his chest; warm and deliciously sculpted chest - she reminded herself. His scent was drifting all around her; she could already feel herself getting weak in anticipation of their night spent together. A blush dusted her pale cheeks as she leaned up a placed a playfully chaste kiss on his lips. She cursed her shyness. Only to start worrying again; would Fugaku be alright? And the tension between father and heir? Could she do something to help? And little Sasuke, what was happening to him?

"What's wrong?" Mikoto jerked in her beloved's arms. Startled by his accurate and to the point question. Why had she allowed her turmoiled emotions to come in between her and her husband and a very good night of lovemaking? She averted her eyes; heart beating wildly in her ears as Fugaku pressed her against the kitchen counter and imprisoned her there. A gentle finger and thumb tipped her head back so that dark eyes met with her husband's black depthless pools. A sigh spilled from her lips; fingers fisting in her husband’s yukata. That fact alone meant that he had already seen her surprise. He had been to the room to change; just how long had she been with little Sasuke? Just how much time had she missed with her husband?

"I'm worried about Sasuke; Fu. He's been having nightmares for days on end and barely gets any sleep. How many times do you think I had to sing him to sleep? Maybe we should take him to the hospital to check for anything dangerous. Maybe..." A tanned finger pressed against her lips; effectively silencing her worried babble and when she looked up it was to long bangs covering Fugaku's eyes and a frown marring usually stoic features. Was he worried as well?

"I know." Was all he said as he pulled back; Mikoto felt tears build in her eyes. How many times would he shut himself off from her? Hide his pain behind his coldness? It was hurting her to see her beloved take so much upon his shoulders and not share his burden with her. Yet, an old flame of determination sparked within her. Pushing aside all the emotional turmoil and troubles of the Uchiha household. Mrs. Fugaku Uchiha was going to make sure that they both enjoyed this evening - she had made up her mind. No worries were going to come between them, only the bliss of finally being in each other's arms. With the aid of her chakra she darted ahead, not surprised when a strong hand caught her wrist - she had been waiting for that - almost anticipating it.

"Where do you think you're going?" Fugaku's voice was threateningly low; he clearly thought she was abandoning their conversation when in actual fact Mikoto was only taking it to the bedroom.

She giggled softly before wiggling her way out of his grip fairly easily. Feeling playful she headed to the special cupboard; gently swaying her hips from side to side as she bent over to pull out a bottle of sake and two sake cups. Waving it in front of Fugaku's face as a tease before she flitted through the house - contemplating on using the transportation jutsu only to decline. She was going to need to preserve her strength for the rest of the evening.

Luckily Mikoto was considered the fastest in the Uchiha household and knew that she would win; yet this was her game now. Let the seduction of her husband begin and see which of them could last longer before cracking. She was betting on herself as she really wanted to feel the touch of her husband again; not only wanted it her body ached for the love and affection that it had been deprived of whilst Fugaku worked late hours and hardly spent time at home.

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Mikoto's fingers curled around the bottle of sake just as she sat on the futon; leaving enough space for her husband next to her as he poured two cups of the potent alcohol. Chuckling slightly when at the exact moment she stopped pouring their drinks the door was pushed open; her eyes not missing the movements of Fugaku as he locked the door behind him and stalked towards her. Mikoto's heart was fluttering in her chest. She could not miss the sudden lust that flashed in dark eyes nor could she contain the childish glee that spread through her.

"Come here." She cooed, patting the space in front of her and shifting to her knees. Deliberately displaying her thigh as her kimono slipped from her shoulder slightly. She didn't have to wait long until Fugaku was sitting on the futon next to her; Mikoto could feel the warmth his body gave off and had to bite off a little desperate keen. Her fingers trembled slightly when she picked up the sake cup and offered it for her husband; a shiver racing down her spine when warm fingers brushed against hers in a teasing touch. His mere presence close to her was enough to spike her arousal...

"Mikoto." Fugaku purred and Mikoto snapped dark eyes to meet with smouldering red. 'No fair!' she wanted to whine; her husband knew very well that she couldn't resist the Sharingan or the way it made her lose control of her own emotions. Her own sake cup fell from her fingers; the alcohol spilling on her kimono; dripped over her breasts and the cool liquid instantly made her nipples harden in arousal. She wanted to curse but had no time to even open her mouth when she felt Fugaku tug at her waist so that she was seated sideways in his lap.

"I'm worried about you Koi. Really, dropping breakable objects twice in one night? Do I have such an adverse affect on you?" Mikoto blushed deeply; those red eyes seemed to rake over her form, taking in every detail and undressing her mentally. Fugaku always had that affect on her; a single smouldering glance could have her willing in his arms. Even to commit seppuku if he wished it.

"N-no. I'm just nervous." Mikoto admitted; this was after all what she had been planning for an entire week and somehow she felt as if something would go wrong; not to mention that she still had her own insecurities that swirled in her mind.

"Why are you nervous? Beloved; you are one of the fiercest kunoichi in Konoha. You were rivals with Yondaime's wife; even coming out on top every time after a spar." Mikoto sighed shifting in his lap to straddle his hips and get more comfortable. Placing a kiss on his lips, tentatively bringing her tongue forward to taste the sake that was lingering on his lips. She pulled back before he could deepen the kiss and looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"I'm afraid I cannot live up to your standards nor can I please you anymore." Gentle fingers brushed a lock of hair away from her eyes and Mikoto looked up; dark eyes noticing the raw emotions swimming in Sharingan red. That was all she needed to see; the love that was still between them. The assurance that there would never be anyone else. She reached up her hand to her back and undid the obi around her waist and letting the material drop; her silk kimono splayed open and fell down her shoulders in a waterfall of soft waves and shimmering purple.

"I love you Fu." Mikoto said softly; fingers cupping his cheek as she leaned forward and properly kissed her husband in welcome. Their passion was slow in building and intensity spiking with every touch of a tongue and a slide of a wet mouth. To Mikoto, Fugaku still tasted of the sake he had just drunk, onigiri she had made him for a snack and warm sweet tea. She put up no resistance as Fugaku easily flipped them so that he was now laying over her and settled between her parted legs. Mikoto keened softly; slow heat spreading through her belly as her sex already ached for the touch of her beloved. It was as if all her doubts and guilt at not being there for her husband merely faded away under his gentle ministrations. Tan fingers explored her flesh, following the dips of her hips before sliding over his breasts and moving down again to her thighs.

"F-F-fu." Mikoto panted softly, mewls spilling from her lips as their kiss was broken when the need for air became too much. She bunched the silky material of her discarded kimono and the sheets of the futon between long fingers; pleasure already building through her body at a fast rate. Fugaku wasn't even doing anything except staring at her with those Sharingan eyes; the promise she saw in those eyes was making her heart pound and her breaths come in short pants.

"Beautiful." Was the rasped word that reached Mikoto's ears but she heard nothing; she didn't need to. Everything Fugaku did was like a secret message of his affection of love to her and even now; the way strong and gentle fingers touched her, teased her sensitive skin before his mouth fused with hers against in a slow heated kiss was all she needed to hear from her husband. Mikoto jerked when she felt Fugaku pull away before grabbing the bottle of sake; a small whine formed in the back of her throat but she shut up when she watched as Fugaku took a gulp straight from the bottle and immediately lean down to kiss her; the potent liquid shared between them in a demanding kiss but with the taste of the alcohol, her arousal was being intensified a thousand fold. Mikoto knew that she was mere minutes away from starting to beg for Fugaku's touch. But when those sly fingers decided to tease her inner thighs she nearly bit down on Fugaku's tongue; pleasure clouding her vision and fogging up her mind.

"I've forgotten how worked up you get." His chuckle was rich and deep and Mikoto blushed; long hair obscuring her eyes from Fugaku and also hiding the deep flush of arousal that she knew was spread across her cheeks.

"Don't be like that Kio; I know how you like to watch my eyes." Mikoto made a desperate little sound in the back of her throat; Fugaku wasn't wrong - he never was (not that she'd ever admit it out loud). His eyes were her everything sometimes, giving subtle hints of love, expressed bouts of anger and sometimes even her only form of affection for hours on end. Fingers brushed away the hair hiding her eyes from her beloved but when Sharingan eyes locked with hers, Mikoto did not look away again - she couldn't. She merely bared her neck; knowing exactly what they were asking of her. She hissed softly at the intense arousal that spread through her veins; Fugaku had bitten lightly into her shoulder and with a possessive growl marked his wife with a deep red spot.

"Fu. Please." Mikoto begged; screaming when the hand resting on her thigh slipped higher and brushed against her swollen sex. For once she was glad for the silencing jutsu she had put up as an afterthought to the water lily petals. She arched back wildly; her muscles clenching in the arousal she felt. After she managed to reign in the sudden flash of pleasure; her breath was still coming in little pants. Mikoto scowled at the fact that Fugaku had yet to slip out of his yukata. Trembling fingers reached out to untie the obi around his waist but she was halted to instead grip the material between her fingers as she threw her head back in utter pleasure.

That had been no accidental brush against her sex; no. It was deliberate and the pleasure she felt curling through her was making little mewls and desperate keens rip from her throat . Fugaku's thumb swiped over her clit again and again in a slow but steady pattern. Mikoto could not stop the blush of shame as her body jerked, undulated and practically begged for more beneath those sly fingers. Could she really be reduced to her primal instincts with such a simple touch? With Fugaku, Mikoto knew anything was possible for her. She cried out again when tongue teased her left nipple; sucking on the hard bud before nibbling the rosy flesh lightly. Hands kneading the sensitive flesh between calloused palms.

"F-f-f-uck!" Mikoto swore uncharacteristically as her fingers slipped on Fugaku's obi and once again failed to divest her husband of his yukata. His rich laughter rang loudly all around her; slyly Fugaku slipped his forefinger inside of her to tease her wet and contracting walls. She bucked her hips; knowing that she needed much more.

"My poor Mizukusa (*2). It's been a while since I've been able to make you swear for me." Mikoto blushed; she almost never used that word ever and it was just like Fugaku to tease her about it. She was already embarrassed enough as it is; he really didn't need to add to it. Never once did he falter in his intimate touches to her sex and Mikoto could already feel her toes curl in anticipation for her orgasm. She had known her first orgasm wouldn't take much and she was right as the moment Fugaku pinched her pleasure pearl she couldn't keep it in anymore; the intensity that washed through her made a scream die on her lips as she completely stopped breathing. Her entire body shuddering beneath her husband's ministrations; liquid fire rushing in her veins as tears built at the corners of her eyes and hung onto long lashes. She was sobbing softly in relief but it was not enough; her body was begging for more already and it hadn't even reached the satisfying post cotial bliss yet.

"P-please Fu; I can't." Mikoto sobbed; pleading softly as nails scrabbled across his clothed back for any form purchase; the damn material of his yukata was still there and it was driving her absolutely insane. She wanted her husband naked and she wanted him naked now! Sharingan eyes locked with hers and immediately Mikoto calmed down; her heart beat slowing as she relaxed against Fugaku's touches.

"There's no need to get worked up. We've got the whole night to ourselves Koi. Relax for me and just feel." Mikoto nodded as those fingers carded through her long locks; she wasn't stupid. She could see the beads of sweat gathering on Fugaku's forehead; he was having as much trouble controlling his urges as she was. It didn't take much encouragement from Fugaku for her to finally manage to get her trembling fingers under control and her limbs - heavy with post cotial bliss - to undo the obi and slide the soft material from her husband's shoulders.

"Mikoto?"

"Hmmm?" She hummed softly; fingers exploring the defined chest now hovering above her. Gentle fingertips following the dips and bumps of his abdominal muscles; dark eyes now completely clouded in lust stared at Fugaku's impressive erection. Licking her lips unconsciously and feeling uncommonly naughty. She lifted dark eyes to lock with Sharingan red. A thousand words were passed between them in that single moment and she sucked in a breath.

"Can I?" She asked; lifting herself to her elbows. Suddenly having the urge to make Fugaku loose his legendary control. She heard him sigh but ignored it as she now moved to her knees and throwing her long hair over her shoulder only to have Fugaku tug at the long strands and bring her face to face with his arousal. She spread he legs to settle more comfortable over his legs and his reclining form as she leaned forward; gently kissing the tip of his arousal. Gathering the pre come that beaded there for a taste; she mewled softly as he tugged at her hair in warning. She got the message - no more teasing - so carefully she licked her lips; covering them in a gleam of her own saliva as she took him in her mouth. Tongue never resting in bringing him pleasure and she felt her heart swell when she heard his own ragged breath and small noises of pleasure as she sucked at his arousal.

"Mikoto." Fugaku's voice sounded ragged and strained in her ears and also carried a warning. So that was what he had been trying to tell her earlier; that he wouldn't last long. Not that she could either but regardless of her enjoyment of sucking him off; Mikoto wanted to feel her husband buried inside of her before he came.

"I want you Fu." Mikoto said softly and wasn't surprised when she found herself pinned beneath Fugaku with a tongue in her mouth and fingers once again exploring her sex leisurely. She moaned softly as Fugaku pushed a long finger into her slit; she clenched around the appendage. He always stretched her before he entered her and with his size Mikoto was grateful but today she wanted the pain and pleasure all mixed into one. She shook her head; eyes sparking in determination as she lost her shyness to cardinal pleasure and encircled his cock with her hand. That seemed to capture his attention and when she tugged and twisted her wrist; pulling a loud hiss from between her husband's clenched teeth. She smiled in triumph.

"Now." She purred and lifted her leg to wind it around his waist and pull him closer. She wasn't going to wait anymore.

"What am I going to do with you?" Fugaku moaned and Mikoto moaned lowly in her throat when she felt Fugaku's length finally sink into her heat. The stretch was slightly painful but nothing she couldn't handle. Mikoto couldn't be bothered to try and make sense of Fugaku's words. Her mind was completely gone with pleasure; she felt so satisfied and full and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. That had always been that way between them.

"Fu; love you." Mikoto said as she shifted her hips and cried out when Fugaku took that as her assent and moved; she was panting and keening continuously now. Sweat shimmering across her pale skin in her absolute pleasure; she could no longer control her voice. Mikoto felt like she always did when she had sex with Fugaku; full, complete and as if they were connected on a higher level, spiritually as well as physically. Fugaku's pace was controlled and careful; his kindness and consideration for her made her heart swell with love. Mikoto knew she couldn't love the man any more than she already did. That was until he hit something inside of her that had her screaming at the top of her lungs all thoughts of love and devotion fleeing from her mind as her carnal instincts took over and completely drowned her rational thoughts.

"M-m-more! P-p-please!" Mikoto moaned loudly only to be silenced and satisfied when Fugaku plunged his tongue into her mouth; teasing her into exploring his mouth as he increased his pace and made his thrusts harder. More fulfilling and chasing them up to the pinnacle of their connection.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She yelled; her walls clamping down on Fugaku as she arched her back. Pleasure already wracking through her system. Mikoto's voice was already hoarse with her pleasure and when she locked dark eyes with Sharingan red her pleasure increased. Sweat glistened on his forehead just as she knew her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat; the smell of sex was prominent in the air but she couldn't care less. Mikoto moved in time with Fugaku, urging both of them to reach the pinnacle of their coupling. Fugaku was straining against her, still fighting with his control but Mikoto snapped that last thread of control as she bent her head back and exposed her shoulder; hair swaying in time with her body's movements. Fugaku's thrusts were making the utter and unadulterated pleasure that ran through her veins and blackened the edges of her vision.

"Love you Fu." She managed to say in a single breath as her breath evened out for a while until she felt her entire world implode in itself as she reached her second orgasm of the day; unwittingly dragging her husband with her into complete bliss. The warmth of Fugaku's semen coating her walls made Mikoto's vision black out in her bodily bliss. The intensity almost too much for her to take. She was aware of a scream resounding through the room but it wasn't until she bit down on her own tongue and tasted blood that she realized it was her own voice that sounded that erotic and loud.

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"Thank you for the my wonderful present, Mikoto." Fugaku's voice dragged Mikoto back to reality and out of her post cotial bliss where her mind was still spinning with pleasure and her sex aching pleasurably, completely sated and susceptible to anything her husband asked of her. She nodded dumbly and smiled softly; leaning into the touch that was tracing her cheek and then ran through silky hair. Black eyes met with the spinning tamoes of his Sharingan; with some difficulty she managed to cup his cheek and lean her forehead against his as she shifted closer to his body's warmth. Placing a loving kiss on the tip of his nose, chuckling as he scrunched his nose at the sensation.

"You're welcome Fu. Now; I know you took the day off tomorrow - we can finally sleep in. Let's get some sleep; I love you Fu. Never forget that." Mikoto said softly before closing black eyes beneath creamy eyelids. Snuggling into Fugaku's warmth, enjoying the arms that pulled her closer and held onto her possessively.

"I'd give my life for you Mikoto." Was the whispered words but Mikoto heard every word. Her heart felt warm and something pleasant settled in her stomach.

"So would I." Mikoto said for the last time.

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Mikoto shuddered at the feeling of cold, hate filled chakra washing over her. Fugaku was still curled around her body and holding onto her possessively. In the corner of her eye and in the single light of a still burning candle she could see a silhouette move into the room; she reached for her husband's kunai pouch only to stall at the long katana pressing against her back and violently thrust through her. A trail of blood running from the open wound; Mikoto moved - having no time to register the pain - the katana slipped through her flesh and impaled her lung. Blood filled her mouth as pain lanced through her body; a gurgled sound escaped her lips. There was no time for anger and fear. None.

The events happened so fast she didn't even see the face of her murderer as she was run through with a dark katana with her husband. She was infinitely happy that she was able to take her final dying breath whilst looking at her beloved's peacefully sleeping face. That was all she wanted; she never noticed the horrified eyes that snapped open and locked with hers. Sharingan, the pair she had known so well was now gone. Her world was fading, pain fleeing away at a calm settled over her heart.

'I love you Fu; I'll always stay with you.' The world went black but a warm hand grabbed hers and together they faced a new world together. Eyes always on each other; love never straying and keeping watch over their youngest and oldest sons from the shadows of the spiritual world.

'Come Mikoto; let's go.' She nodded; long hair swaying behind her. Her hand twined together with Fugaku's. In her heart, everything was right with the world with her husband right beside her and knowing that he would never leave her...

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*1 - Japanese Tradition Instrument
*2 - Water lily

Thanks so much for reading! I really appreciate it and let me know if you enjoyed it. Reviews and ratings are welcome but flames will be deleted.
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