Reminiscing

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Fuji looked at his young wife in front of him, playing with the orphans with joy, lovingly. Call him a lovesick fool, but he just loved her. She was his everything.

He could still remember how the two of them had met. He had been vacationing in Okinawa when he saw her playing with some neighborhood children on the beach. She had looked so joyful, so pure and innocent, so loving. So imagine his shock when he found out she was actually one of the most powerful political figures, being the head of Japan despite her young age of fifteen. And that she was the most foremost advocate of peace and Japan's most beloved idol?

Yet despite all this power and fame, she had still remained untainted. She treated everyone equally and welcomed them in with a compassionate and accepting heart. She was wise beyond her years and always looked at the world optimistically, but still realistically. She was, through and through, a beyond beautiful person, both on the outside and inside.

But she always hid her emotions. She was a completely selfless person and never liked to trouble others. So, she never showed any emotions and instead, just smiled softly all the time, even if she was in pain. But Fuji had seen through that, since he often did the exact same thing. He had managed to break through that façade and get her to open up more. Now, the two shared each and every emotion together.

Fuji could also remember their first kiss. It had been a beautiful evening with the moon shining down brightly on the two of them and the waves tickling their feet gently. She had looked so heavenly in the moonlight, hair blowing gently, eyes soft, and a serene smile on her face as she enjoyed the night breeze. At that moment, Fuji had been so mesmerized by her beauty, by her lovely nature and personality, and by her that he knew it was the right moment to tell how he felt about her. And he was delighted when she told him she felt the same way about her. So delighted, he kissed her. Straight on the lips, passionately.

Now, in the present time, Fuji smiled a genuine smile at his wife. Sure, they had taken a while to get married, even longer than Ryoma and Sakuno, but now, he was happier than ever with the knowledge that the woman he loved was by his side.

"Shysuke? Are you thinking of something?"

Fuji smiled, before gently kissing his wife.

"Of us, Sakura."