Beginnings

It all began with a chance meeting between to women. One a high ranking warrior slightly lost and on her way home. The other a young, not yet a graduate of a very special school, she too was slightly lost in a foreign country.

These two women were so very different and still when they met they found kindred in each other. The warrior seeing an innocence close to being lost, the student finding mentor in the ways of combat. Both wishing they could do more for the other.

A secret shared and a secret kept.

Thus and so they helped one another to get home and allowed that should their families ever be on the brink of ending their last heirs would wed and start anew.

Contracts

When she first stepped into that alley all those years ago she hadn't known that she would have to fight for her life. Neither had she known that her life would change twice more before she could settle down.

A fire taking the last of her 'family' and an old contract the content of which put a damper on her plans for the foreseeable future.

When it became apparent that he would never settle down his sensei gave him the contract that had been held in trust since the founding of the village.

Reactions

She was not filled with joy nor was she filled with anger with the news but resigned.

He was angry, so angry. Not at his sensei nor his bride to be but at his great grandmother and her messed up way of keeping the family alive.

First Meetings

She thought he was an overgrown man-child with an unhealthy fascination with the female form. She would have fun with those muscles.

He thought she might've been better suited as a priestess for her prudish tendencies. With those curves though that would've been a shame.

A Day in the Life

Before she left for work in the mornings she would prepare her lunch for the day. She worked at a furniture store creating art for people to set themselves down upon. When returning home she made sure to know if her husband would be home as well.

As a high ranked shinobi he didn't have a set patrol or hours to keep. If he wished to spend an hour or so watching his wife work he could. It never ceased to amaze him that someone would could go toe to toe with his sensei was content with a civilian job.

There were days of course that they both just stayed home and tried to out do one another in everything.

Children

The fist wasn't planned but she was well received and very much loved. They named her Yanagi not a traditional name by either family but beautiful she was their daughter.

The twins were a handful and a half and were aptly named for that trait. She had believed they would carry on the tradition of pranking and other mischief the moment she found out.

There was a son no one talked about but everyone knew without a doubt he would've been loved just as much as all the others.

Passing's

She was furious that she had out lived her perverted man-child of a husband and made certain that his killer knew it.

Regrets

In the end she only regretted that she had never told him that he was loved. She had never said those words to him but she thinks he knew it anyway.

She knew he had loved her he had whispered those words to her that morning before he left, unknowing that it would be the last time and the first.

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A/N: So that was my second attempt at a drabble story. My first attempt at a challenge from another author. Hopefully you all enjoyed it, if not oh well.

Yanagi = Willow or so google says.