DFS Chapter 29
The priestess was a studious child, and as her husband, Kimimaro would have to learn quickly. Adapt. Become strong enough, to protect both of them and Haku.
Slipping into the library, he scans the shelves. Tsuru humming softly to herself near by. His fingers stumble, as he tries to place the melody.
Medicinal smelling plants strewn throughout the room make his nose twinge, and he almost sneezes. His eyes tearing.
"The books at the back are a good place to start," Tsuru calls to him.
She is also kind.
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Subarou steals a look at his priestess, tending to his father. Their cousin meeting his eyes, dutifully waiting at her side. Kimimaro does not look away as he should.
A priestesses husband through and through.
His fists clench. The girl was supposed to be his, his grandmother had promised.
It wasn't fair. No. Not at all.
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The room falls silent.
The boy is unpreturbed, taking the dish from his 'wife'.
Eito watches his youngest sister shift uncomfortably, as an amused Sachihiro elbows her in the side. Mouthing "Wife?"
Yuiichi and Isano look upon the two youngsters scandalized, and Eito focuses on their brother in law. The main barely containing his mirth. Hand hiding his mouth.
He knew his brother in law would go to far someday.
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Tsuru frowns, lying on the wet grass next to her sibling. Sake burning down her throat.
Kimimaro asleep next to her empty futon, and to a very manipulative Haku.
"Was saving him, worth the council's scrutiny?" she finally asks.
"We will need him. And you can handle being promoted another two grades. You needn't pretend otherwise."
"There have also been numerous marriage contracts arriving," he says more tentively. "Isano is rifling through them now."
There's still a chance you can please them, and still help me, goes left unsaid.
She snorts.
"Eito-nii i think, is going to try overthrowing you one day."
"Now that would be interesting."