A/N not mine, except for Chihiro.
Mission Teachings
Coming back alive from that kind of missions thaught a person to appreciate the little things.
Things that in everyday life were so often looked over as normal, almost insignificant, like the way the green woolen blanket rythmically rose, then lowered again, following the slow breathing of the child lying there, asleep.
Lee stood near the doorframe, mesmerized, watching his daughter. She was almost three, now. She had come out the perfect portrait of her granma, blonde hair and all, and nobody could really see any resemblance between her and his dark-haired, round-eyed and big-eyebrowed father. That untill the little girl awoke and started posing with her thumb up, an already gleaming smile on her small mouth, while her dad Lee's and pseudo-grandad Gai's faces were streamed by flows of joyful (manly) tears. She laughed happy at the exaggerated acting of the two men, and reached with her arms to be took up and maden jump. Her mother shook her head and silently prayed that Chihiro's rebellious adolescent phase would come soon…
The child whined a little, and Lee held his breath. She rubbed her eye with a tiny hand, then she returned to her sound sleep. The man relaxed. He didn't dare enter the room, since he was still covered in dirt from the long mission, with mud, leaves, and blood sticking to his wearings and skin. So he stayed there for some moments more, then he closed the door careful not to make any noise and moved to the bathroom. He tossed the green suit in a corner, next morning he would have checked if it was too ripped for mending. The blood was not his own, for the most part. Secret sabotage missions were ninja routine, but he didn't like them very much… especially when he found out they were not so secret since the enemies had been warned in advance… he knew there would have been an enquiry about that. Anyway, he had succeeded, and no proofs were left of the Leaf Village involvement. Tsunade-sama had been quite satisfied at his report, only half an hour ago. She also slept too little.
Little things, like warm water all over sour muscles. Like her scent on the bathrobe he dried with.
He mentally debated if it was better to eat something or directly aim for the bed, then he decided that waking with his stomach aching from hunger was not an appealing prospective. He always needed to rebuild his energies after missions.
He turned up the kitchen's light, and smiled. There was a bowl covered with a dish over the table. Chopsticks, a glass and some bread were neatly disposed near it. Lee reached for the note left before it.
Put it 3 minutes in the micro-wave. Tomorrow morning I have to be up at 6 for training my team, see you in the evening.
I love you.
S.
Little things, he thought.
"I love you too, angel" Lee whispered.
End
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