Dear Beloved by Black Kitten's Dream
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Dear beloved,
It's been two months already since you started your special trip. I know your business in the Land of Sound is difficult to deal with, and that it leaves you no time to give replies to my letters, but I hope you've enjoyed reading those I've written so far.
The kids in the school are as lively as ever, they give me no time to take a breath. Our son's already back from his journey to the Sand. He brought us gifts. You'll be surprised about yours. I had to restrain my laughter in order to not put him down. His sense of humour hasn't changed at all, but you'll see for yourself. He sends greetings and an especially deep hug to you.
I water Mr. Ukki once a week and he grows so nicely, you'll be proud of me when you're back again. There's a new edition of your favourite book. Don't worry, I've already purchased it for you. There's some addition, and I wanted to surprise you with it, but I cannot wait because right now, I feel so happy while imaging your expression when you read the next lines. So let this be my gift to you, an early Welcome Home present you get before I can see you again.
Your book not only has the personal signature of the author you admire so much, he's even given me two special tickets for the new movie starting in five weeks. We're his guests of honour, and we got a special seat to have the best view while being private at the same time.
You're smiling right now, am I right? I love you too, Kakashi. I love you so much that the day you'll return to me again will be the best day of my life.
However long it might take, I'll always wait for you.
With love, your Dolphin.
A sigh escaped the old woman while she was reading the last lines, and she folded the letter carefully back into its original form. There was so much love in it, so much affection, and it showed her a life of two persons separated and deeply connected at the same time.
She would never learn the name of the person writing all those letters, there was never a return address on the envelopes and they were always signed with Dolphin. But at least now she had a name for the man who was receiving them for nearly two months.
Sighing again, she bent her crooked back and placed the new letter to where it belongs; to the man those warm words had been directed to with such devotion. Bowing her head in respect, she turned and walked back the path which had led her to this place, returning to her old inn with an ache in her heart.
A soft breeze came up, catching one corner of the letter. White on white, the paper danced for a few moments on the snow blanket covering the last home of the once anonymous foreign ninja.
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Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto.
No beta. German is the first language.