Kiki wasn't the sort to settle down, not when she'd gotten her Yakuza in order, not when she'd made a life out of it, filling in the fractures and edges carefully and craftily, as if she somehow were a master at artfully transforming what lay before. And yet, there's a man who is as gentle and compassionate as she could barely imagine existed.
He's kind and hard working, and surprisingly a police officer. And his job keeps him busy, and Kiki isn't of the gentle sort, and yet, somehow she's coming close and making a home here, tucking in the edges of her old life and beginning anew, completely over again. And it's with him.
She's not the sort of woman who settles down; she's convinced herself of this much at least. And yet, here she is, perfectly settled down. Trying to learn a thing or two about grocery shopping, about being a wife, about managing this kind of life that seems so at odds with the way she used to live.
"Welcome home!" She tells Mitsuhide as he walks in the door, looking a little run down by his day, and yet her simple greeting leaves a smile on his face. Kiki feels warm all over as if she'd finally done something right.
"Thank you." Mitsuhide tells her and takes a seat at the table, slowly removing the outer makings of his police uniform, all of the little details that help to keep him well informed on the job and safe.
"No problem." Kiki tells him and hurries over to the stove, staring half in a daze at the ingredients she'd pulled out earlier and more than a little confused as to how to turn them into a delicious meal.
"You want help?" And Mitsuhide's coming over, down to just his inner layer of clothes, a tank top and pants, and Kiki wonders how he could even force himself to get up to begin to help her cook dinner, a meal Kiki feels she should have finished moments before he walked in the door.
"You don't have to." She tells him, eager to usher him off to the side and leave him not so worried about this.
"I can help." Mitsuhide tells her gently, "Besides you came from a fairly wealthy family anyway, right? I cooked for my sisters and my mom; it's no big deal."
"I want to get something done while you're at work." Kiki tells him without answering the question that went back to the age old assumption that she never bothered to correct.
"I'll teach you; it's okay." And somehow he makes it reassuring despite all that Kiki was fighting against, so she let him step forward, and she began to follow his instructions as he turned a pile of ingredients into a delicious and somehow healthy, too, dinner.
And Kiki felt like she had a long way to go as far as sorting out this normal life thing, especially the domestic parts, but at the very least, her husband's there to help her through it all.