Warning for suggestive banter and allusions to sex.

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The cards were elegant, painted in vibrant shades the likes of which Hinata had rarely seen. When she had asked what dyes were used to give the paint such vivid colors, Naruto only shrugged and blinked back at her with owlish eyes. "Dunno. Does it matter?"

"They're beautiful." Flowers and cranes dyed in crimson and violet, a dark blue that rivaled summer evenings and yellow that caught her eye and refused to release it.

"You want 'em?" Naruto beamed at her, covering his unease masterfully. The truth was he had no idea what game they were meant to be playing. Hinata had looked so delighted, with just a glint of something cunning in her eyes that like an idiot he had dug out the cards and agreed to play whatever game she wanted. He vaguely remembered playing cards with Sasuke. Once. He hadn't lasted more than ten minutes, bored out of his mind by the third turn. Which was still better than when Shikamaru had tried to teach him shogi. Naruto barely hid a wince.

Hinata was shaking her head slowly, puzzled at how quickly he parted with his toys. She tentatively lifted the cards, sorting them into separate piles for them since Naruto hadn't touched them. He watched her work, eyes following her hands raptly. She was deft and quick, handling the cards with the ease of long familiarity.

"Any game I want?" Was it just a trick of the light that made it look like her lips were curving into a smirk?

"Sure." He gave an exaggerated shrug. No matter which card game she chose he was going to be equally confused; the real game was about finding out as much about his wife as he could. The better to convince her to stay against her better judgment. In tonight's best outcome, he could propose a forfeit from the loser… and bargain down from a kiss to merely sharing their bed. In the worst, he could still bait her into speaking to him, could coax more smiles from her and perhaps even a few confidences as the night wore on.

He wasn't the subtlest fox that had ever lived, but Sasuke assured him he was annoyingly persistent, enough that he could needle a stone into holding a conversation.

Without another word Hinata tossed eight of her recently arranged cards to him, and laid the same number in front of her. Any trace of the smirk was gone, he noticed, but she still looked pleased. "This is the only one I know." So she would know it well. And obviously she expected him to guess it merely from his cards.

"Oh yeah." Naruto nodded, gamely pretending he had half of an idea of what was going on. "Well, ladies first."

"But-" Hinata cut off, eyes narrowing shrewdly. How the hell had he given himself away? Then she nodded, face clearing abruptly. "Of course, I chose the game."

"Right." He chuckled nervously. It was all well and good telling himself he didn't care who won the game, but now that he had already showed some of his ignorance of her evident traditions he found it mattered that she didn't think him a complete simpleton. Most of his friends had made the mistake at one point or another, and Naruto had forgiven and forgotten… mostly because they weren't entirely wrong. It was just that cunning was not his strong suit, and given his heritage they had all expected it to be.

He frowned down at the cards, willing them to give up their secrets. Thankfully Hinata wasn't watching him, examining her own cards with the same attention to detail before she finally selected one and slid it out. Red clouds slid across the top of the card in curling, whimsical shapes. Naruto thoughtlessly echoed her move, sliding a similar card away from his own. He glanced back at her expectantly only to catch Hinata watching him with some soft expression stealing across her face, eerily similar to the one Sakura offered him every time he made the trek to visit the sanctuary she had carved out for Sasuke and herself and blithely demanded to visit with her prisoner.

"It's your turn." He didn't like that look. Even if it usually meant getting his way without a fight. There was something like pity in it, and Naruto would have taken a bloody fight over well-meaning pity any day.

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Hinata knew she might never be the equal of her father in a fight. He was stronger than her, and well-versed in his craft. She knew Neji would always be quicker, and Hanabi had an inborn talent with weapons whereas Hinata had only ever had hard-won skill. There was at least one way in which she surpassed all of them though: Hinata knew a bluff when she saw it. Anxiousness had been her constant companion as a child, and hiding it had been one of the earliest skills she had been called upon to learn.

While her own mask still needed honing, she had perfected the art of recognizing it on someone else. Confidence was a better mask than most, but sacrificing a card from a promising suit had confirmed her suspicion at last. He hadn't the faintest idea of which game they were playing, and he wasn't about to admit it to her. Maybe it was pride, maybe stubbornness, either way she had to decide what she was going to do with the information. She could confront him, but he would likely try to trick his way out of the corner he had backed himself into. Or offer to teach him with some offhanded remark that he must have confused the game they were playing with another.

Or…

"Do you usually wager on your games?" She let her fingers play over the cards, tracing the designs on them to draw his eyes.

Some of the shine returned to his smile, "Are you sure you're ready to lose?"

"We haven't hardly started yet."

"Alright. Does the winner name the forfeit?"

Hinata nodded, finger stopping on another card that she pushed forward. "A reasonable forfeit."

Naruto's eyes flicked to the card, studying its pattern before turning to his own. It wouldn't take him long to puzzle out the basics of the game, but she had years of playing these games he was only now learning.

"What's reasonable?"

Generally or specifically? Hinata bit back the retort, surprised at how quickly the thought had leapt to mind. She wouldn't have dared such a flippant response in her own home, where it would have been likely to earn her crushing silence over dinner, and hours more in the courtyard practicing with a much less than understanding Neji. Here though, if Naruto considered them married it followed that this was her home. Not one she had to share with anyone other than him either, making her unquestioned lady of the house.

She could banter, she could tease and Hinata suspected it would earn her no more than laughter or payment in kind. Naruto was grinning widely as he inspected his cards, completely oblivious to her quiet epiphany, muttering to himself as he glanced back and forth between the card his hand was hovering over and the one she had discarded.

"Hey, what's reasonable?" He tried again, eyes flicking to her for a split second before he reached a decision. He pushed another card out, matching her suit once again. Hinata had to bite back a genuine giggle, he was slowly eroding what had begun as a promising hand, too busy mimicking her to notice. He frowned, comparing their cards again and she saw a glimmer of understanding begin to light his eyes. He reached out to take another card, hesitated as he waited for her to tell him he wasn't allowed and then smugly added it to the cards laid out before him.

"Unreasonable is suggesting we share the futon."

Naruto snorted, "Unreasonable is expecting either of us to sleep on the floor when we don't have to."

"Oh." Looking at it that way… Hinata considered her cards, drew another without discarding. Naruto drummed his fingers impatiently, head tilting quizzically as he noted the new move. "At least…" How to say it? Her skin was warm and growing warmer already just at the thought. Fortunately Naruto was too absorbed in figuring out the game to notice. "Not what we did last night."

"Sex?" Naruto asked bluntly.

Hinata nodded, pressing her hands to her cheeks to cool them. No use pretending it hadn't brought a blush to her face.

Naruto sighed, "Fine, but you're gonna regret it."

"Why?"

"Because if I'm not allowed to ask you now, I'm going to make you ask later." There was a wicked edge to his grin this time that she didn't trust at all.

"For? Oh." She fumbled a card, quickly discarded it and froze, trying to keep the dismay from her face. One of the suit she had been arranging, carelessly discarded in a moment of embarrassment. She flicked a reproaching glance to Naruto, who looked terribly smug as he neatly arranged his cards by their suit. Two short.

"Where'd you learn to play this?"

Hinata leapt on the question, eager to change the subject, "From my cousin. When we were younger, we used to play for them."

"For them?" Naruto pressed, trying not to watch her. It made her nervous, he knew, the way he devoured every one of her movements and facial expressions like a predator would its next meal. She was relaxing slowly, speaking more often and more familiarly even in the course of the single night and day they had spent together. If he wanted more of these moments, he would have to tread carefully.

"A card for a chore finished early, another for a neat form," Hinata's fingers drifted over her cards again, "whichever of us had the most cards by the end of the day won, and when the set was complete we could play for awhile. Until we had to begin again."

Hinata had more than regained her lead. Another turn and he would lose. Naruto's typical frustration at losing a competition was easily eclipsed by his curiosity.

"Neji has all of them now, if he kept them. I doubt he did." Hinata claimed her victory with thoughtless grace, gathering up the cards again sorting and re-sorting to her satisfaction before laying down another hand.

It was the most words he had managed to coax from her since their first brief meeting, and it was everything Naruto could do to ask only a question at a time. He twitched like he was trying to rid himself of fleas, finally curling his legs under him and sitting strictly upright… for all of a second before he just had to move again. "Why'd he get to keep them?"

Hinata hunched her shoulders; Naruto could practically feel her drawing reserve around herself like a cloak. "My duties were more demanding at the time."

"What sort of duties could you have anyway?"

He hit a mark he hadn't been aiming for there; Hinata's already pale face drained of what precious color it had. "Nothing important."

Naruto blundered into his next question before noticing the stricken look on her face: "Then why is it so important you go back?"

He was so focused on not looking at her, on playing out their little peace-game that it was a handful of seconds before he realized their game had come to a crashing halt. Shit. His mouth, which any number of people had assured him was going to get him into trouble one day and he had opened it and promptly shoved his foot in before the one person he was dead set against scaring away.

"Hinata, I-"

"It isn't." Her voice broke on the last word, but before he could do more than take a breath she had gained her feet and bolted straight for their room, pulling the door shut behind her hard enough that he could feel it in the floor beneath his feet. He followed, knowing she didn't want him to, sensing he needed to. The door didn't budge, but he could feel her just beyond it, could hear the tell-tale whine of her trying not to cry. He sprawled there on the floor, waiting for what felt like an eternity before she quieted again.

"I'm sorry." He started, a solid beginning, but he wasn't sure where to go from there. "I didn't mean you're…" speaking had got him into this mess, he wasn't sure this was how it was going to get him out so he let the words die between them, half-hoping Hinata hadn't been listening. "It was a stupid question, I only wanted you to keep talking."

"Why?"

It was easier to talk like this, with the door between them and the muffled sound of the rain drizzling outside, but Naruto couldn't help the thrill of excitement when he heard the soft swish of Hinata moving closer. Carefully Naruto avoided bringing up their red string and marriage vows; that would only provoke another argument. He settled for mostly truth: "I'm curious about you. And I like your voice."

Silence. "Because you think we're married."

We are married. Naruto pressed his hands into his knees to keep his legs from jittering. They weren't going to argue tonight. Or at least he wasn't going to be the one to start it.

"I liked you when I saw you the first time." Naruto cleared his throat sheepishly, adjusting his weight to get more comfortable. "I thought you might be a celestial maiden."

That startled a laugh from her, brief and soft but certainly genuine. Naruto's lips quirked in an echoing smile; he loved the warmth of her, loved that even beneath the courtly reserve there was enough of it for her to share with him.

"Is there such a thing?"

Naruto answered quickly, eager to encourage her curiosity, "Sakura is. Sort of. She was."

"What happened?" Concern, Hinata drew nearer still.

He had thought the last of his bitterness was gone, but he could hear it in his voice when he tried to speak, "Sasuke dragged her down with him."

Sakura had followed him, Sakura had done everything she could to ensure she was the one assigned to mete out Sasuke's justice, but it was a lie to pretend he wasn't still furious on her behalf.

"You mean Sasuke was a celestial maiden."

That startled a shout of laughter from him, then a fit of hysterical giggles, enough to bring tears to his eyes. Just when he thought he was finished, he would picture Sasuke's face upon hearing Hinata's pronouncement and he was off again. Hinata's laughter was a soft counterpoint to his own. By the time he had himself under control again, the door had begun to inch open behind him. Hinata peered out, eyes still sparkling with mischief despite the redness underneath them.

He loved her a little more then, for the sake of that one joke. And, wisely, did not say so.

"I forfeited the match by leaving. I suppose that means it goes to you."

"We'll call it a draw if you let me into my room."

Hinata scuttled back from the door with more speed than grace, gaining her feet and wrapping her loose clothes about her with as much dignity as she could muster. "I will accept that as your favor for winning then."

"Not fair!"

He would've lost the card game in the end unquestionably, but he had won enough ground that Hinata didn't hesitate to clamber into the futon beside him, and whatever her past misgivings, her breathing had evened out into sleep by the time the hour was over. Naruto laid awake awhile longer, watching her eyelids flicker as she began to dream, wondering how much more trust he could win by the end of their season. And if, in the end, it would be enough to keep her.

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Neji understood the politics of managing a powerful family, better perhaps than the heiress herself even. He understood the importance of remaining calm in the face of a crisis, knew how crucial it was to maintain a hierarchy for efficiency's sake, he even grasped the potential implications of an engagement broken by a vanishing bride and how quickly a perceived slight could escalate into a bloody feud. None of which made it any easier to watch Hiashi dispassionately order search parties to comb portions of the woods they had already scoured before. Somewhere beneath the mask of a clan head there might have been a man worried for his daughter, but the mask was perfect.

Neji's was slipping though. He could feel the beginning of a twitch in his eyelid, had to focus to keep from shifting his weight like a horse eager to race. He was responsible for Hinata as her guardian, and that breach of duty weighed on him but that didn't account for the sick feeling that had settled in his stomach when Hiashi's trackers had confirmed what he himself had first reported: Hinata's tracks ended at the open gate. As though she had simply spread unseen wings and flown away, or been swallowed whole by the earth under her feet.

It was easy to think of her as merely the heiress, his inherited lady, when he saw her in her finery practicing her manners. It was easy to dismiss her as a figurehead when he saw how she struggled through her paces compared to him or even Hanabi. Until this morning it had been the simplest thing in the world to let his seed of resentment settle in the gulf between them, knowing that her skill would never match his, and his purpose would always be tied to someone less capable than himself. By afternoon though, he had sought out all her favorite hiding places, sorted through all her most treasured possessions looking for some clue of where she might be. There weren't many of the latter: Hinata had disposed of all her childish and girlish things in her endless attempts to please her father and reassure him she was growing into the woman she needed to be.

What remained now were mostly the instruments of her torture, weapons and salves for endless injuries, a scattering of mementos too dear to part with but all carefully secreted away. By the time the sky had darkened to evening, Neji realized he still knew all her hiding places by heart, and had discovered new ones just because he knew her well enough to remember she loved the sound of running water and the feeling of tumbling into sun-warmed grass after a swim in frigid water.

Now it was impossible to think of her as anything but the little girl that had once haunted his footsteps, quiet as a mouse and every bit as timid until they left the confines of the family compound. Outside, she became almost a new person. It had been a game then. Playacting inside as lady Hyuuga and her faithful vassal, outside as playmates and confidantes. Gradually their training regimens grew harsher until they hardly saw each other at all unless Hiashi wanted to teach her a lesson in humility or remind Neji of his place.

"…Lastly." Hiashi paused to heave a sigh, the words he meant to speak evidently leaving a sour taste in his mouth. "Lastly, we must contact the Inuzuka."

Neji was sure that pronouncement surprised the gathering, though not one of them so much as flinched. This was bound to be the subject of gossip in the kitchens for months: the patriarch of the Hyuuga clan lowering himself to deal with mercenaries, seeking help outside his own clan and not even a whole day after his daughter had vanished. Yet there was not so much as a murmur as he dismissed the search parties to be about their duties, beckoning Neji to his side with a minute gesture.

Feeling like nothing so much as a hound called to heel, Neji obeyed. He wasn't surprised when Hiashi walked with him out to the gate, pausing near the area they had last found a trace of Hinata. "This is like no abduction I have ever seen."

Neji heard the question in his words, but his answer was equally non-committal: "neither does it look like an escape."

Hiashi glanced up and around them, frowning at the sky like it might have the answers he was looking for. "There is nothing more we can do until morning at least. You should rest until then. I shall expect you to be out again at first light. The timing will be crucial here. I am sure the Aburame have their eyes in our house, and I am sure this news is on the way to them as we speak."

"You might ask if any of their eyes happened to spot lady Hinata."

"That would only confirm their doubts."

"We've never been enemies." Neji countered; it wasn't his practice to contradict Hiashi. He knew his place in the family, but his tongue was sharp tonight and fatigue had turned into a vicious headache that crept from the base of his neck up behind his eyes until he couldn't hardly see.

"Until now," Hiashi conceded, "You will see how fast that can change if they suspect we have deliberately breached the betrothal."

"When they see your grief, they won't doubt our intentions at all," snide and cutting. Neji had thought he'd left the last of his impulsiveness behind years ago. Now he found himself watching Hiashi's face, looking for any sign that he had blooded him. There was a tightening at the corner of his eyes, a frown tugging at his lips and the lines between his eyes deepened. Guilt or offended pride?

"It would be better if they could see Hinata alive and well instead." Hiashi turned on his heel, stalking away abruptly.

Neji didn't move until the last echo of Hiashi's footsteps had died away. He ran a hand through his hair, clenching his fist and tugging in a vain effort to distract himself from the pain of the headache. The search parties had spent most of the day inspecting the paths and woodlands nearby at Hiashi's direction. Neji hadn't spoken a word of protest then; the appearance of unity would be crucial now, but he had been dismissed for the night meaning he was free to roam farther afield.

With a muffled sigh, he forced himself to slip out the gate and down the path he hoped Hinata had followed. If he could narrow their search down even a little bit, give the Inuzuka even the faintest direction, it could bring Hinata home days earlier. That would be his penance for the years of silence between them, an apology of sorts before both of them were casually given to another clan like so much chattel. After her marriage they would have only each other for confidantes again as the only Hyuuga, siblings in bond if not wholly by blood.

But first he had to find her.

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Hinata woke alone, reaching out she felt the fabric beside her. Cool to the touch, Naruto had been gone for awhile. She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms out as far as they would go. The room was disconcertingly quiet and still. Naruto tossed, turned and kicked, unable to lie still even in his sleep; she had slept well in spite of it, edging farther and farther away until she was in danger of rolling onto the floor. The blankets were all wrapped around her too, she vaguely remembered a sleepy tug-of-war sometime in the night. Evidently she had won.

She laid there a few minutes longer, indulging herself for once. She didn't have to wake at dawn to run through her paces, had no other lessons to attend to if it didn't please her. But old habits were hard to kill and the novelty of lazing around wore off before long. She poked around the room, looking for something else to wear but eventually gave it up for lost. If she had been thinking last night, she would have claimed her victory at cards and asked Naruto to beg a yukata from Ino. They looked closer to a size than she and the other women, she could alter it as she needed if she could dig up a needle and thread.

It wasn't a complete loss though. She hadn't been able to cry for long, and Naruto hadn't made her feel childish for her moment of weakness. He was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with and Hinata realized she hadn't tripped on her tongue even once, and if she had blushed a few times he was good enough not to tease her about it unmercifully.

He liked her voice. There, she was blushing again but not so much as before. The heat in her cheeks was much the warmth of snuggling in her bedclothes as it was pleasure. She was happy, she realized. He enjoyed her stories, her voice, the game they had played so briefly. Even her little jest at his absent friend's expense. She didn't often make anyone laugh with amusement, but then she hadn't been encouraged to speak so much as listen among her family.

Hinata paused in the entryway, surprised to hear a woman's voice outside. Raised in annoyance unless she missed her guess.

"The sooner you let me in, the sooner I can go."

"You said you'd leave us alone." That was Naruto certainly, there was a shade of asperity in his tone, but she could hear he was about to give in from the faint whine under the words.

"It's a wedding present."

"I can give it to her!"

Hinata searched her memory, the voice was distorted inside but she was reasonably certain the woman was Tenten, meaning the present should be the protective gear Tenten had promised. Hinata hadn't expected her so soon, but she wasn't about to dismiss a guest or a gift of clothing when she had so few of either.

"Tenten?" She poked her head out the door, confirming her suspicions.

"See? She's awake. Should've kept your voice down." Tenten waved in greeting, brushing past Naruto with a consoling pat on the shoulder.

He spun with her, eyes flying straight to Hinata. His mouth opened and closed several times, caught off guard by her sudden appearance before he finally settled on a "Sorry we woke you."

"I was already awake." Hinata called back, gesturing Tenten in.

Tenten's eyes widened when she noticed what Hinata was wearing, but mercifully her comment was directed to Naruto: "What, you didn't think she'd need any clothes?"

"Come on!"

"Forgive him, his only friend is an emotionally deficient tengu."

"Hey-" Tenten slipped in before he could finish his thought, tactfully ignoring yet another blush. Hinata silently wondered whether her skin would ever return to its usual hue.

"Fortunately for you, I thought he might forget that. I had some help making these but it still took most of the night," Tenten chattered away gaily, leaving Hinata to follow her back to their room, content to listen. "Tell me you at least have food? Water?" An assessing gaze, "Sakura thought you might want perfume. Temari sent lip rouge."

"I can forage, it's no trouble."

"It is trouble." Tenten grumbled, ushering her in the room. "Listen, Naruto can be a scatterbrain, he's used to being alone and his hospitality is-" Tenten wriggled her hand vaguely in a gesture that somehow managed to take in Hinata's borrowed clothes, their limited food store, and the empty rooms all at once. "You're allowed to ask for help if it's too much."

"It isn't." Hinata insisted. Provisioning was an important part of managing any family, and Hinata had a decent head for it. "I was hoping I might borrow a yukata or two though"

"You can keep them." Tenten eyeballed her measurements with a practiced eye, nodding to herself. She unwrapped the bundle she had been carrying, laying out her gifts on the futon. Hinata bit back a soft gasp of surprise, taking in what had to be underclothes. Yet Tenten held the top to her, pressing it close and mumbling under her breath. "I'll have to take this in a bit, I think. Good thing I brought my needles. Try it on for me, it'll be easier to see that way."

"Take it in?" Hinata squeaked. It looked too small to begin with. Nevertheless she couldn't help running her fingers over it. The fabric was soft but supple, light enough that it wouldn't be unbearably hot in the summer, but sturdy enough that it wouldn't rip or tear easily. Tenten turned around, assuming she wanted privacy. Hinata hesitated only a few seconds before slipping her arms out of her sleeves and into it. "I don't think you need to take it in," she finished lamely.

Tenten turned, pursing her lips in thought. Hinata jumped when she reached out to tug at the top, stalking all around her and eying it critically. "Maybe not. Try it for a few days. I can always fix it later if you change your mind. Now the bottoms."

"I can't wear that," it came out as a strangled whisper, thoroughly scandalized Hinata unconsciously backed away from the offending garment. She frequently wore hakama when practicing, but with a slit running nearly the entirety of the leg and hardly enough fabric to stitch a pillowcase, what Tenten proposed was… indecent at best.

"Too long? Sakura and Ino prefer them above the knee. They move better that way, I guess."

"You can shorten it?"

Tenten shrugged, "I assume you don't want me to?"

Hinata nodded, approaching it warily the way she might a snake.

"You might like it," Tenten pressed gently. "You could try them on. It's just us here after all. Though I'm sure Naruto would appreciate the whole outfit." Tenten winked teasingly, dispelling some of the tension though Hinata winced to think of Naruto ever seeing her in it. Something about this felt worse than being naked, but she found herself reaching for it anyway. It was rude to decline a gift, rude to shame a guest and Tenten had promised practical garments…

"Is there…?" No catch or ties. She was just supposed to slip her legs in then. She stumbled and hobbled a little, bracing herself against Tenten's shoulder but she had to admit it was far simpler than trying to dress in a kimono alone. It was also not uncomfortable.

"Sakura and Ino wear these?" Her voice was small, but at least she asked the question.

"Usually. Not as much fabric to get tangled up in. Takes less to make too."

Hinata nodded. It didn't cling too tightly, but she could still see her legs clearly. But then, she reminded herself, Naruto had seen more than that and at least this way she wouldn't have to wear his clothes. "I'll try it, for awhile."

"Excellent!" Hinata startled at Tenten's exuberance, but it was hard not to offer a shaky smile in return.

"I'll see about the yukata just in case."

"I wouldn't mind seeing the others again too. If they want to come, that is," Hinata added quickly.

Tenten's brows winged up, "Lonely already? I thought Naruto would be better company."

"H-he is, I just thought it might be nice. T-to have guests." She had to swallow twice before she could get the words out, anxious and a little shy to ask she could feel the beginnings of her stutter once more.

"Sakura would have to bring Sasuke along."

"I wouldn't mind." Hinata hoped it didn't sound too much like begging. It was only that she had so few women to talk to even amongst her own family, and now, she thought perhaps Tenten might like her. She thought, with time, that compassion might grow into real friendship.

If she hadn't already left by then.

Hinata's mood sobered instantly, and Tenten seemed to pick up on it, tapping her fingers against the floorboard and giving Hinata the same considering look she had given the clothing where to cut, where to mend, how to make it fit?

"I'll tell them. First though, let's see what we can do about your food stores."

"Thank you." Tenten didn't hear her, halfway out the door and already gone to work. Which was just as well, Hinata wasn't sure which she was thanking her for, the clothes, the food, or the company.

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I did not realize how long it had been since I hadn't updated, but I think this version is much better than what I started off with if that's any consolation!

I played a game with hanafuda exactly once almost a decade ago. My memory is fuzzy and this is not a research-intensive fic for me. But! If you're interested in games, I thoroughly enjoyed reading these:
/nikki/the-flowers-of-hanafuda/
/listicle/8838/ (Menko is easy to play at home and a metric ton of fun if anyone is taking notes