Thirty Kisses Theme 16- Invincible

The Gekkou clan had their own doctor at the hospital in Konoha, a woman by the name of Fumiko. The elderly woman had been tending to the small clan for years and years, since she was first appointed as a medical ninja. She'd been treating their genetic illness for nigh on fifty years now, and telling the young ones had never been easy, no matter how many times she did it. They always thought they were invincible, that nothing could bring them down.

"Your illness is progressing at the usual rate… nothing abnormal about it." She had the medical records for this Gekkou son in her lap, at age seventeen it was thicker than her wrist. She was so used to seeing the words on the Gekkou files. Terminal. Tar. Constricted Breathing. Coughing. Fits. Blood in the Lungs. Water in the Lungs. Deceased.

"How long?" The young man asks her. She can tell his voice is straining to sound strong, to sound unconcerned. But she sees his hand squeeze tightly the smaller one in his, the young woman beside him looking sadly at his face.

"If the progression continues at this rate I expect a maximum lifespan of forty years." She said it bluntly, no softness, no attempts at comfort. The Gekkou clan knew what to expect, knew how to handle it. They just didn't know why a little over half of their children were born with this disease. Fumiko didn't know either.

"Alright." The man stood to go, the woman at his side doing the same. Fumiko looked her over. She had been introduced as the girlfriend, and Fumiko always tried to analyze those types. Most left when told of their prospective partner's life expectances, of what care they'd need later. This girl… Fumiko didn't know what she'd do.

The Gekkou boy opened the door and slowly left her office. The girl, however, hung back. She opened her mouth as if to speak, closed it, then opened it again.

"Thank you." She said, bowing to the doctor before she hurried out after her lover. Fumiko looked out the window of her office as Gekkou Hayate and Uzuki Yuugao left the hospital, the Gekkou's back straight, a small, comfort of a kiss on his cheek, his hand engulfed by a smaller pair.