With Isamu dead, Yasuo no longer a worry, and Seiri completely free of those horrible restrictions set in place when she was a part of her old Order, she now had a new life to look forward to. But... she didn't know what to do with that new found freedom, that shackle-less future. Her whole life, she was used to receiving orders, being the follower, never questioning her position or what she had to do. Now, she had no one to tell her what to do. She was at a loss.
Being free was a new concept to Seiri. Even when she had run away in the beginning, she still had to deal with the Priests coming after her. Now there was just… nothing. She shook her head, this was all too complicated to think about. She needed to talk to Kakashi sometime, he could probably offer her some advice.
As she was walking, thinking, Seiri unconsciously started making her way towards her shared home with the silver haired ninja. She remained completely oblivious of her destination until she noticed she was standing at the front door. She opened it without really mulling it over and stepped inside. The smell of food washing over her. The sweet aromas tugged her from her trance and stared towards Kakashi in the kitchen.
"What are you making?" She asked, moving to stand near the island counter.
"Just some lunch," He replied distantly.
"I mean, I figured..."
He turned around from the stove then and smiled at the red head. His mask was off and his grin almost made her knees buckle from underneath her. She had to turn around and focus on something other than him. That was when she noticed how messy it was inside. Not terribly so, but it gave her something to do, something to distract her mind. Kakashi noticed what she was doing and chuckled lightly. Seconds later, she felt a presence behind her. Then arms around her waist. A deep blush flared onto her cheeks. Things like this were still new to her.
"Lunch is going to burn, you know?"
"I finished cooking a few minutes ago. All I need to pay attention to now is you," he replied.
Seiri smiled as she turned around in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. She stared for a long time into that onyx eyes of his, and he into the gold of hers. He pulled her closer, their faces only inches apart. Softly, he kissed her, and as she reciprocated, it deepened into something more passionate. Seiri had never felt anything like this before. Her heart never having swelled so fully before with the love that filled her.
This was where she wanted to be.