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Hyuuga Hinata sits alone, quietly listening to the soft sounds of the summer rain pattering against her window. She was trying her best to relax, but at the same time keeping herself awake for his arrival. Sighing, she lights the numerous candles lying on a table at the far end of the room.
"Maybe I should take a warm bath…"she mumbles to herself.
While soaking up in the tub, she stared at the ceiling and looked back at what happened to her day. The workload that was assigned to her at the hospital was not really that taxing as compared to the past few weeks. She absentmindedly ran her index finger on the rim of her porcelain bathtub and smiled to herself. The two of them had worked so hard to purchase this house that is located on the mountainous side of Konoha. Although the financial side of things is a walk in the park compared to keeping their relationship and marriage a secret. To the point that she has still kept her maiden name of Hyuuga and under his strict instructions not to wear their wedding band.
After all, she did not just marry a run-of-the-mill ninja.
Hinata remembered how the head of his organization was the one who facilitated the rites of their marriage. There had been no grandiose banquet, no extensive entourage, no luxurious wedding gown and bouquet for her. Everything has been hushed, save for the four of them inside the office. There was even no romantic honeymoon getaway. Although she had given herself to him inside his room, she had absolutely no regrets at all. All the time he kept on questioning her if she regrets any of the decisions she had made since her husband believed that such "meager" accommodations do not befit one of her stature, the sole heiress to the oldest and wealthiest clan in Konoha.
The water was now getting cold, Hinata decided to get out of the water before she turns into a prune. After her post-bath primping rituals, she wrapped a black silk robe around her curvy frame- his wedding gift to her, instantly making a stark contrast to her creamy snow-white skin. She sat down in front of her vanity mirror and stole a quick glance on the clock sitting on the mantelpiece. It was nearly midnight.
"I don't think he can make it tonight…"she murmured to herself, while brushing her long tresses.
She heard the door leading to the balcony click open, and braced herself for the intruder. She knows very well that she had locked that door before she took a bath. She silently opened a drawer to her right to retrieve her kunai. She may be a medical nin now, but she knows how to fight.
Hinata could now make out the silhouette of a man standing in the shadowy balcony.
"Show yourself." She called out in a commanding voice.
"Dearest, surely that is not the way you would greet your husband on his return." His low voice floated toward her.
Before Hinata could even stand from where she was sitting, he was immediately standing behind her, kissed her cheek and met her eyes in the reflection on the mirror.
"Tadaima, Hinata."he said in a low voice.
"Okaerinasai…Itachi." Hinata said with a smile.
She stood up in her chair and took a closer look at him. He was pelted with rain drops all over.
"Have you had dinner already?" she asked while helping him out of his Akatsuki cloak.
"Yes. But it is not dinner that I want." Itachi murmured, playing with a strand of Hinata's hair, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of her.
"Itachi…" she was trying not to squirm under his glance. She kept herself busy by helping him out of his shirt.
"Would you like me to draw you a bath?" she asked him again, anything to keep her from losing herself completely in his gaze.
"Already passed through the hot springs before going home, Kisame insists on taking a peep on some of the ladies." Itachi said with a smirk as he noticed his wife pouting for a little bit, then masking back her face into concentration, although it is not really necessary for helping him out of his clothes.
Hinata folded his clothes and placed them in the hamper, making a note to do laundry tomorrow after she gets home from the hospital. Itachi crept in their bed and tossed his boxers off before covering himself with the silk sheets that his wife uses. When Hinata looked at him, she can't help but stare at this demigod who's lying on the bed wearing only silk sheets and a teasing smirk on his face.
TBC….
