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Toka stared at the purple-haired woman as she entered the kitchen, feeling inquisitive about her intentions. What was her name again?... Naori? Yes. She remembered Izuna calling her that.

What was their relationship again? Never in her three-and-a-half months of marriage did she hear Izuna mention that woman's name, granted, they'd scarcely had a proper conversation that didn't involve both sides threatening to kill or maim the other. But even after casting away those thoughts, Toka still found that woman a curiosity.

"Naori! How have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!" Izuna's voice greeted from the kitchen.

"… Actually I saw you, remember yesterday?" The woman laughed teasingly. "You know? When you were drunk and intent on having se—"

"Stop. No. Don't know. Don't remember. Don't care," Izuna replied abruptly.

"Alright, let's forgo the matter. Anyways, my life's been… much busier. The number of missions is multiplying. When I finally got a day off I had to look after my bratty little nephew. You know the one that kept on bursting into your house and—"

"Yes, yes," Izuna shivered from the unpleasantness of the memory. That kid was notoriously annoying.

"Anyways, can I ask you a favor?"

"Depends on what it is?"

A pause.

"Well, could you and Toka look after the kid next time? Please? I had such a difficult time in looking after him today and besides, he seems to be really afraid of your wife."

Izuna started coughing uncomfortably. "You do realize that she's not exactly my wife."

"Oh please, I was at the wedding and saw you guys swear the oath—"

"Which her cousin so ridiculously forced us into. Even a dimwit could tell none of us were willing! And besides, we've never had a legit conversation—"

"Yeah, I did hear your arguments echoing all the way from the kitchen," Naori concurred. "But come on, that's irrelevant. Look after the kid, okay?"

Then she hugged him. She hugged him. Toka who had been secretly eavesdropping on their conversation stared at them, her eyes threatened to burst out of her sockets. That settled it, she concluded, their relationship is far more than platonic.

"No," Toka's voice came from outside of the door.

"Toka! What the HELL are you—"

"What? It's my house too and I have the right to disagree," she scoffed. "Besides, if you two want to make out, I'd be more than happy to offer my bedroom, stay AWAY from the kitchen, people could spy on you two from the window. And seriously Izuna, there's no need to look shocked, we should have divorced already and this way, you could marry Narri—Nami—Na—Na—"

"Naori." The other woman twitched her eyebrows. "And no, our relationship is purely platonic, not every woman that talks to your husband on a regular basis is his clandestine girlfriend. I wouldn't have agreed to marry him even if he asked me; we're too closely related. No, just no. I think I should be going. Sorry to have caused this confusion."

After those words, she left, feeling rather offended.

"Toka! What's wrong with you?!" Izuna chided.

"Nothing. You could have at least told me you had an ex—no you still had a girlfriend," she rolled her eyes. "This way we could have figured out a way to initiate a divorce with my cousin." She then added bitterly.

"Toka, I'm serious, stop overthinking this! Naori and I have been friends for ages! Ever since we were kids and—"

"Okay, I get it. You don't need to explain your way out of this!"

Awkwardness lingered about the house. For the first time it was actually silent, no arguments, no fighting, both of them were ignoring each other. Izuna decided to resume his cooking while Toka stormed to her husband's room and started to mutilate his collection of cloths, tearing them apart in frustration.

It's common knowledge both of them wanted a divorce, they'd never gotten along smoothly, and their entire marriage had been a tempest of discontent. Toka cursed profusely as she begin lacerating the walls of Izuna's room with kunais and shurikens; she had long finished ripping apart his cloths and needed another form of entertainment to occupy herself. The more she attacked, the more stupid she felt. Just why do I live with that irritating dickhead? Another crack against the surface. I should have gotten away when I had the chance, or at least have affair with someone decent, just like he did. She channeled chakra onto the tip of the blades. SCREW THIS MARRIAGE!

In the meantime, Izuna, who had finally succeeded in making dinner- eggplant soup and cooked salmon-despaired as the wall upstairs came crashing down.

A/N: Reviews? :P

Also I've decided to take out the Tobirama/Madara from the next special edition and post it as a separate oneshot sometime later. It's unconnected with this tale though so that's why I'm writing it separately.

Plus could you all take a look at my story The Catharsis of Change and give me some feedback on it? That's me experimenting on a completely new style of writing. It's a modern day AU though...

Until next time!