Sasuke looked at the junk mail they had received and held it above the garbage, it was for some hot springs in a different village that he was sure was over priced not that it would matter to them, but the higher price didn't really mean better quality.

The stupid colorful piece of paper was trash but it got him thinking. He had only been on one vacation in his life and he was so young so he wasn't sure how much was a memory and how much was made up by his young mind. One of the only happy memories he had from his young childhood with his parents and brother. Had Hinata ever been on a vacation? The Hyuuga didn't seem like vacationing people so if they had it was likely that what they did there was more likely a lesson and no one was aloud actually having fun.

He could hear Hinata humming from the other room as she folded laundry. To be fair, they didn't have real jobs to get away from, both retired nin, both only doing odd job. His work for Naruto, her work trying to find something for her sister, but there still was definitely stress. Stress he wished she didn't have to take on because she really didn't deserve it.

With her memory loss it hadn't been easy, she had settled back into her life much easier then it would have been predicted, but the underlying sense that she should remember has been hurting her. With Sakura and old 'friends' popping up from time to time, it wasn't all lilies.

He set the offending piece of paper in the trash but kept the idea in mind.

Did they even own suitcases?

She washed dishes in the sink staring at the warm soapy water and an odd feeling washed over her. She had done this some many time. Just washed the dishes. It was normal. It was comfortable she did it without thinking, but it hit her that it had become familiar over time, but it was never familiar like deja vu.

She stopped washing, frowning at the water.

Her memory would never come back.

It hit her so hard she felt like she was punch in the chest.

It was never coming back.

She never felt any familiarity of anything, the sights, the smells, the sound, nothing ever made her even remotely feel like she had experienced it before. Even something so subconscious as mindlessly washing dishes in this house felt foreign the first time she did it.

She caught her breath and wonder why it had hurt so much, she knew it was likely that it would never come back and this realization wasn't concrete, but something just settled in her mind that this, was how it was going to be.

She looked back to Sasuke laying on the couch one hand lying on his chest the other hanging of as her drifted of after dinner. It wasn't fair on him, but she could do anything about that. She could only hope to make their lives together now better.

She finished the dishes and dried her hands setting them flat on the counter and looking into the living room.

This was her life, memories or not she was going to take it as it was.

She moved around the counter and lifted Sasuke's arm tossing her leg over him, she comfortable wedge herself between him in the couch resting herself under his arm. He briefly opened his eyes and sighed comfortably tightening his arm.

Snuggled her face and smiled. This would do.

She covered her mouth to hid her smile as he growled at the bucket that was sitting in the middle of the floor catching the leaking coming in from the sealing. She shouldn't laugh, he was furious, but it was so funny.

"I should go out there and fix it." He grumbled.

"N-No it's a thunderstorm, I am not letting you risk getting hit by lighting because your upset." If it was just rain she would gladly let him go, she would should an umbrella for him and further try not to laugh as he angrily fixed it, but she was not risking either of them just because he was upset the roof he built was leaking. "I-It's only one spot." She reminded him.

He glanced over to glare at her.

She couldn't help it, she dissolved into giggled.

He yawned empty the stupid bucket another time and stretched as she looked at the window at the derry landscape.

Hinata hummed and rolled over looking him lazily from the warmth of the couch. "D-Do you think the power will come back on today?" She wondered. She sat up tossing her hair a bit, they had fall asleep in the living room reading by candle light after the lights went out.

Now there was light streaming in the window and their candles have gone out, but it was still raining.

"Not sure." He stretched back and set his hand on his hip looking at the kitchen. "I'll make tea."

"I-I want warm cereal." She grumbled settling back onto the couch stretching out and kicking off the blanket. He noticed at some point during the night she had lost her loose fitting pants, as he had his shirt, they were laying at opposite ends of the couch in little wrinkled piles.

"We have any fruit?" He wondered looking over at the fridge. He wasn't going to open it without knowing what he needed to get out first.

She rubbed her face and got up her sweater falling over her hips just at the curve of her leg as she passed. "Cute dress. " She lazily pushed him for staring at her legs, he grinned at her and just continued his gaze as she rounded the counter.

"I-I know we have some peaches and strawberries and milk, warm porridge for the rainy day?" He fit himself around her laying his head on her shoulder. "Works for me."

Maybe they didn't need a vacation. He looked idli at the abandon porridge bowls and cups of tea, then down to the ball of warmth that was his wife as she read some book he wasn't going to pretend to be interested in. This was his vacation.

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