.oo1 Savings box.
In the corner of their home rested a box, though intentionally it was made to save money it had saved other things. In there were Reminders of their past, single and together even though a lot of it were small trinkets, letters, and photos fading in age. Locks of their hair, a easy contrast of femmine and masculinity were tied neatly in their bundles separating friend photos with couple photos. The majority of them she smiled sweetly while he looked haughtily at the one taking the snapshot. All those were saved in an intricate box and placed in the corner of a large dust collecting cabinet.
Every time she pulled it out he would click his tongue and inquire why she save the smallest of things. Things that didn't mark large or important dates in their lives. Of course the young wife, in her petit body would look at the box lovingly and rub a pale hand against its smooth wood, reply quietly that everything matters even the small. Yet of course his brow would quirk up wards, in stoic reverie before walking up behind her, in close quarters. Muscular arms wrapped about her shoulders, and hot lips kissed under her earlobe. He smelt of spice, and forests an odd combination that made him seemingly clean where the girl smelt overly sweet like sakura blossoms and vanillas making them clash in scent.
He was suddenly glad that they had a savings box.
Though at first he, her husband didn't understand why she had that thing, of old memories that could be painful ones. But now he understood deeply why she did it, or at least he made up his own reasoning why his wife of one year had it. It was history for the newly budding clan, a rebuilt glory of something once corrupted. Though he was the one who helped another or influenced eliminate his 'family'. This history should be something to replace the lies and slander that the old police force family had to endure with the meddling of murder. No one would know he incited the drama that went for a generation; they'd only blame the elder brother of the brothers, Itachi. An easy grin coiled upon his face as her eyes closed carefully, green sliding behind pale curtains.
As quietly he scooted her away from the box and everything within that made her happy, to a place far more romantically inclined then the living room.