The atmosphere within the Soga home the night before Yoshimi was to move into a new home with her girlfriend Setsuko was restless. It wasn’t that it was tense, it was a good sort of restlessness, a sort of restlessness that often was stirred up when a new chapter was opening in one of seven of their lives. An unspoken buzz of anxiousness and excitement swirling around in every member of the entire family for the second youngest child. Well, at least of the members of the family who were currently gathered around for dinner in the family home. Two of the five siblings didn’t live at home anymore, one having moved out when he was Yoshimi’s age, and the other having been kicked out of the home after an event that Yoshimi doesn’t like to discuss.

So, there were five of them currently gathered around the dinner table, Yoshimi, her spoiled little sister, Taraka, and their older brother Saburo, who was the middle child of the family and going to university for law, and their parents, Fumio and Umeko. The dinner table that they owned was one that was round and could fit every member of their large family, including one or two others at a time. It would be Yoshimi’s last dinner at the family home, at least in the form of actually living there. Of course she would go there to visit her family, but that didn’t stop the moment from being ever so slightly bittersweet.  Still, the family conversed as usual, bursting with laughter and joy as they usually did at the table. Dinner was, as usual, quite a happy affair. They never really argued at the table, and they did so even less now that Schichiro, the problem child of the family had been kicked out.

Dinner went on with Yoshiko bubbling happily about her plans for the next day, Taraka complaining that she was going to miss her sister, Saburo being his normal understanding self, and their parents, of course being their usual over-protective and loving selves. They were melancholy about Yoshimi moving out, but they knew that had to let her do what she’d like to do with her life now. When dinner was cleared from the table, the chore of doing the dishes was shared by the two sisters before everyone reconvened at the table. And, to surprise his sister, at this moment, the eldest, Arata appeared to wish his little sister good luck for the day to come. So, with the family mostly complete, they all sat at the table and enjoyed each other’s company, playing games late into the night before finally saying their goodnights and going to their beds, and in Arata’s case, home.

It was nearly three in the morning now, and having to go to sleep when excited was something that was always difficult for Yoshimi and she often went sleepless with restless excitement. In this case why she was exited was that she’d just graduated from the academy a few days beforehand and now it was the night before she was to move in to her new place with Setsuko, her girlfriend of three years. They’d been planning to move in together for nearly a year now, whispering about it excitedly in the hallways of the academy as graduation came closer and closer. It had, of course, caused them to beg their parents to allow them to, because they were reluctant to let their daughters leave their family homes, but eventually they had consented – after all, Yoshimi’s parents couldn’t exactly tell their daughter no when her oldest brother Arata had moved out when he was only sixteen years of age and they allowed their children a great ideal amount of independence. Sixteen was technically a legal adult after all.

So, here they were. Sixteen and freshly graduated from the academy as Genin, and were moving into nice little apartment that the pair had picked out together. It was a one bed, one bath, with a nice open spaced living room and cut away kitchen and an office room that they had decided that they were going to use as a training room/armory.  That little office room had really been the only other part that they’d really wanted in addition to the one bedroom and bathroom, as they didn’t want to clutter their bedroom with things related to their new job as official shinobi of Kumogakure. They didn’t really need somewhere big, as it was just the two of them, and they were used to sharing a lot of things already because they’d been together for so long. It was going to be a wonderful new chapter of their life.  

Of course, shopping for furniture and other necessities had happened, and their parents had obviously had influence on some of what they’d chosen, making sure that they were to have everything they needed. Everything from pots and pans, to towels and a bed, etc. Still, even though they both allowed some of their parents influence this apartment was theirs and it was going to be decorated the way that they wanted. It was their first experience living on their own and they intended to make the best of it. They’d discussed a lot of how they were going to decorate their apartment and it was one of the most exciting things. After moving everything in with the help of their families and the movers that was what they had the intention of spending the very next day doing, or rather, rest of the day, as it was already three in the morning.

Grinning to herself Yoshimi flopped down on her twin size bed for the last night in their family homes, with a book to attempt to while away the time that she had left to wait, having no initial intention of going to sleep, her mind too preoccupied; even if it would make her tired for the next day. Her books were already packed away of course, but she’d filched one of her little sister’s technique books for the night, it was just like one of her own. Both Yoshimi and Setsuko’s parents had insisted that they spend one more night at home before moving into their apartment, otherwise either Yoshimi or Setsuko would have been at the other’s home excitedly raving about the day that they ahead of them. The blond lay the book down to her side smiled up at her ceiling for a few moments more before rolling onto her side and tapping the genin head protector that was laying on the bedside table, enjoying watching how the light glanced off the smooth shiny surface. It, coupled with the outfit she was going to wear for the next day, was one of the few things that still wasn’t packed away in storage to arrive at the apartment the day they moved in.  

The next thing that Yoshimi knew, her shoulder was being shaken and she jolted awake to face her mother, Umeko. She didn’t even remember falling asleep the night before, but she must have. She hummed and rolled over so that she could read her mother’s lips. This early in the morning she was too groggy to pay attention to listening to the muted sounds that greeted her ears. “Morning, sunshine.” Her mother said with a grin, chuckling as she watched Yoshimi start to pull the blanket over her head before pausing and bolting up right at the next words that left her lips to stare at the clock. “You slept in.”


She looked wild eyed at her mother for a moment before bolting up out of bed. “Setsu’s going to kill me!” She cried, alarmed, bouncing around her room before bolting to the bathroom for probably the quickest shower of her life before dressing, grabbing her last few things, and running downstairs as fast as she could and rushing to the apartment to meet her girlfriend.  By the time she arrived it was 8:45 and Yoshimi was fifteen minutes late. Pink in the face, Yoshimi rushed up to her girlfriend and ran a hand nervously through her already mussed hair with a smile. “S-sorry, Setsu! I slept in past my alarm, and mom didn’t wake me up until eight twenty… I told her what time we were supposed to meet too. I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me?”

Blaming someone else for her lateness wasn’t something that the blond genin normally did on a day to day basis. When she was late it was always her fault, no excuses. She didn’t like giving excuses, but somehow they almost always slipped out of her without meaning to when she did something wrong or made a mistake –though she’d almost always try to take it back later on once she wasn’t so flustered. She didn’t like blaming other people for her own inadequacies, so, blaming her mom had been a rather unfair excuse. She hunched her shoulders feeling a little bit guilty as she rambled her explanation and saw the look on her girlfriend’s face. She could tell from the tone that Setsuko had been getting impatient about waiting for her.

The kiss that Setsuko surprised Yoshimi with in order to get her to stop rambling about being sorry for being late was unexpected and a soft surprised and slight flustered noise escaped her, cheeks turning an even brighter shade of pink than they already had from the brisk pace that she had taken on the path to their apartment. She had expected for her girlfriend to at least complain at her for a moment, but she couldn’t help but be glad when she didn’t, even if the kiss was rather quick for her taste, leaning after Setsuko a little bit as the other teen moved stepped away from her. She always liked when those lips lingered on hers a little longer than that. Short kisses always seemed like she was being teased by Setsuko somehow, and a wry smiled was pulled out of her when Setsuko pulled away.  

Of course, Yoshimi knew that of course that Setsuko probably wasn’t all to happy with her for being late, but this was their first day in their apartment so it probably wasn’t going to be something that made their day bad – if anything Setsuko was just going to take some sort of light hearted revenge at something, if that. At least she hoped it wouldn’t escalate into something larger than that. She didn’t want her lateness, when she usually tried hard not to be late, to effect the rest of their day that was supposed to be happy. She couldn’t help the joyful smile that peaked through her expression as Setsuko pulled away from her and began to lead the way towards their new home.

For a moment she simply admired her girlfriend’s outfit of choice for the day, staring at her as she walked towards the door of their apartment. The kimono hugged her figure amazingly, and it made her feel all the more guilty for being late since she knew Setsuko had dressed up on purpose while she was in her normal day clothes; a tan shirt and her black harem style pants. Then again, Yoshimi was never really one who dressed up without being forced to, placing other things with more importance before even thinking about fashion.  Of course, she was without her typically green cloak, having simply packed it away. After a moment of observing her girlfriend she quickly bolted after her, knowing that Setsuko would not tolerate a lot more waiting for today, even when Yoshimi’s attention was turned so deeply to her where she had been standing.

“Okay!” She called with and grinned quickly following after her beautiful girlfriend, in awe slightly of how lucky she still had been to have been with her for so long. They’d been friends for so many years before getting together, so their whole relationship was a bit awe inspiring; or so Yoshimi thought. She liked to think it was. After all, who else could say that their loved one was someone that they’d known since they were the simple age of five? Her grin quirked into an even larger one as she rushed up to Setsuko, jostling the items in her arms a bit, so that she could take Setsuko’s hand as they moved to enter their home with a murmur off missions. It would be a few days still before they received them, but she was excited. It would be nice to be able to serve their country and show how good of a shinobi she and her girlfriend were to others who would doubt them because they were new to the field.

The apartment had a simple wooden door with a peep hole placed in the center of it at eye level and just below that a door knocker. Compared to the traditional Japanese styled home that Yoshimi had lived in for her entire life, it was going to be a big change having doors like this within their home compared to the traditional sliding rice paper doors that she was used to. She didn’t mind though. Sometimes she felt like these heavy wooden doors that locked up tight were a lot safer in comparison to anything else. Shifting her things in her arms again she reached for her keys and unlocked the door for the two of them although she did have to drop Setsuko’s hand in order to do so. Then she swung the door open for the both of them to enter, eagerly kicking her shoes off.

“So!” She grinned practically running into their living room after she was barefoot and had decidedly tossed the few items she’d been carrying to the ground. “Here we are!” Yoshimi called and practically began to giggle as she spun in circles for a moment then stopped and faced Setsuko, biting her bottom lip.  “This is our own home now. On our own, Setsu.” She looked almost a little bit shy for a moment, rambling little as she moved closer to her girlfriend, blue eyes darting around to look at their furnished apartment and then back at her girlfriend. They had a lot of decorating to do, but this was still in itself, absolutely amazing. “We waited a year and we’re finally here!”

WC: 1018 (+48.5)= 1066.5

Speed: E-0 -> D [825/825]
Reaction Time: E-0 -> D [825/825]
Endurance: E-0 -> E-3 [495/495]
Strength: E-0 -> E-2 [247.5/247.5]

Left over WC: 76.5

The relationship between Setsuko and Yoshimi is truly unique, at least in Setsuko and undoubtedly Yoshimi's eyes. It has been a little more than eleven years since they met on that faithful day in the Kaneda's clan compound.

At the time, Setsuko was a shy, little five year old who didn't want to attend the gathering that she and her family had been invited to; she didn't want to meet nor be around strange people that she had never met before. It was only though her parents persistence and a 'you have to go' argument that caused her to attended the gathering, much to her childish protesting. When she had entered the compounded, her younger self was frightening by the amount of people moving apart. She had never been around that many people in her life back then, the prospect of mingling with them was daunting for her younger self; though could you blame her? She remember clearly how she hid behind her mother's leg, taking comforted in the barrier that blocked her from the other people who tried to get her attention. It was only because of her parents wanting to introduce her to others was she 'pried' from her safety zone and now stood at the center of attention. She felt scared back then. She wasn't comfortable with that many people, and being placed in a situation like that for the first time was a terrifying experience. However, the smiles of those looking at her and the compliments they gave melted away the shyness. She soon founded herself trying to converse with adults, no knowing everything they were saying (the words being to big for her at the time), but still smiled when they complimented her clothing or cooed over her 'cuties'. Yes, she remembered it all as if it was just yesterday, and not so many years ago. However, the most memorial thing she remembered from that part was Yoshimi.

Oh, Yoshimi. After having wondered about the compound and interacting with some of the other adults and kids, Setsuko tumbled upon another girl around her age playing with a wooden set of kunai and shuriken by herself. Her curiosity about the the other child won out against her shyness, and she ended up introducing herself to Yoshimi. It was this single act, and the following playing they did, that solidified their friendship. The fact that Yoshimi was shy back than also helped.

Who would have thought that we would end up together? Not I.

A friend. A lover. The two words are constantly synced and apart from each other a lot. To many who are in a relation their lover is also their closest friend and viceversa. On the side of the spectrum there are many who's close friends are not their lovers, but in some cases closer to them then their actual lover. And finally their are those who aren't dating anyone but is in love with their best friend, however, doesn't date them in fear of losing the friendship if the relationship didn't work out. It was in the latter category that Setsuko fell in back then. She couldn't remember how long she had felt love for her friend nor could she pin-point when it started all those years ago. She, however, could remember the conflicting emotions she had every time they spent nights with each other. She vividly remember those sleepless nights, thoughts being plagued with the image of her and Yoshimi together . . . sharing a kiss like a couple. She buried those thoughts into the deepest cevasse of her mind, and only focused on being a friend to Yoshimi. However, they couldn't remained buried for long and came to the surface around her twelfth birthday where a drunk Setsuko, who may or may not snuck into her parents sake cabinet, told Yoshimi her feelings. Even while intoxicated she still felt nervous back than, fearing rejection from her closest friend, but luckily the fears were put to rest by Yoshimi who also admitted her love for Setsuko.

Remember our first kiss? I do.

The activities of the night had long sense been forgotten by Setsuko, most likely do to the alcohol, however, what happen that morning all those years back was memorable. After getting over their hand-overs, the pair lounged around the house that they had all by themselves, Setsuko's parents having went on a small getaway for a few days. It was during some movie that Yoshimi, not truly believing her drunken friend's words, kissed an unexpected Setsuko on the lips. She remembered at first being shocked at the action, then surprised, and finally excitement. Just like now. . .

That kiss. It was magical, like this one.

When their lips made contact with each other, sparks burst in the sky(metaphorically speaking). A slow moving magma inched it way through her body, massaging and caressing every inch of her delicious body, sending a tingling sensation throughout, causing her heart to speed up and her face getting a nice pink dusty hue to it. It did not stop there, oh no, the liquid lava steadily got warmer, warmer, and warmer. The warmth wasn't unbearable, in fact, it was rather pleasant and Setsuko enjoyed it immensely. As their lips lingered together, not wanting to depart from other another, and her eyes closed, Setsuko's took in her lover's unique scent along with the distinct smell of sweat. Kami, she loved it!

Even before they started dating, Setsuko had gotten use to Yoshimi's unique smell. Being the more active, and messiest  of the two, Yoshimi had the tendency of throwing her clothes on the floor, leaving them there till she decides to pick them up or Setsuko does so when she visits. After they started dating the Yoshimi picked up the bad habit of kissing her lover after an intense workout.. At first, Setsuko couldn't stand being kissed by a sweaty Yoshimi, picking up her clothes was one thing being kissed was another, but she slowly she became fond of after workout kisses and the distinct fragrance that follows Yoshimi afterwards. However, Setsuko does have a certain tolerance for sweat and will bluntly tell Yoshimi: go shower. But it had been a few days, three,  since they met and she did missed all of Yoshimi so she welcomed the distinct smell.

She couldn't help but to chuckle at her girlfriend's action, who was leaning in obliviously wanting the kiss to last longer. If someone who have gotten here sooner the kiss might have been longer, and there could have been some light petting as a reward of showing up on time. But, alias Yoshimi didn't arrive on time, and had unknowingly missed out on getting a treat better than a kiss. Pity. Maybe she will tease her about this later on, in the comforts of their own house.

You think that I'm mad?

Majority might see the light and quick kiss being a form of punishment for Yoshimi in her inability to arrive on time, especially on a day important as this. And at this the majority would be both correct and wrong. They were correct in their assumption of the kiss being a form of punishment for Setsujo was mad at her love. Today was an important day for them, but yet she couldn't make it here on time? What if something had happen to her while she was waiting for Yoshimi? While it unlikely something like that could happen, it still was a possibility. If she couldn't arrive on a day like this then would she be late to their . . .

Slow down girl!

They were wrong in believing that Setsuko was still mad at Yoshimi, for she isn't. The silver haired girl had gotten over it sometime within their short kiss. However, it doesn't mean that she would let such an incident slide, oh no, she will definitely get her lover back for this, one way or another. It's a little unknown fact that Setsuko is passive aggressive, meaning she will confront people in a way that doesn't seem aggressive. Setsuko knew this, and Yoshimi knew this as well. It's just a matter of time of when she would extract her revenge.


The blue kimono that accentuated her figure in all the right places was worn as a surprise for Yoshimi, giving her some nice 'eye-candy' to celebrate their moving in together. However, due to SOMEONE being late, the attire that she wore will now be used to extract some of her revenge. "Keep looking, there is more where this comes from, but sadly you won't be touching any tonight. . .maybe." She thought to herself, having noted that her lover was checking her out. Deciding to start her planned, Setsuko hips began to sway seductively as she made her way towards their apartment door, making sure to capture Yoshimi's attention.

"Enjoyed the show?" Setsuko inquired, her eyes sparkling with mischief,  delicate fingers easing themselves into the hand of Yoshimi and interlocking themselves with hers. The stark contrast of their hands being present. Setsuko's hands were soft like a baby's bottom. While her lovers was rough, if signs of her constantly working out. This was only one way that they were night and day of one another.

Setsuko was excited about moving into the apartment that they picked out together. The apartment's design were more modern-ish, going away from the traditional house designs with the paper thin walls and steering towards the more secure, and fashionable design with wooden doors. Of course them being shinobi there was added protection in the form of explosive proof doors and windows, along with a few sealing arrays that are controlled by a master array within the hous. They would be configuring that to their signatures, and placing the settings to their liking.

Brown eyes looked around the spacious living room, feet having transverse over the tress hole and stopped within the entrance of their house. Their house. . . The words repeated in her mind over and over again. This was their home. This will be the place where new memories both happy and sad would be created. A smile spread across her face at such a notion. . .their home.

Setsuko shook her head at her girlfriend antics before deciding to join her in the living room, her footwear having been left near the now closed and locked door. The giggling of Yoshimi was music to Setsuko's ear, and for now she would set aside her plans for revenge. . .

Yeah right.

A delicate hand began caressing Yoshimi's cheek, brown eyes locking with blue ones that kept dancing from sofa back to their lover "Yeah, our home. A place where new memories will be made. A place where we will lie together in bed. A place where we can do as we like without worrying about family interrupting. A place that I get to share with my beautiful girlfriend." It ended with another kiss, but unlike last time, this one was longer, her tongue probing for permission, arms snaking around Yoshimi's waist as Setsuko's allow her love for her girlfriend to be known. There was something else within the kiss as well. . . a sense of longing. How she missed her girlfriend for the passed from days.  Soon, the need for air would take precedents and the kiss would end.

"Come on. Let's explore the rest of the house." She stated, interlocking her fingers with Yoshimi's once more as the pair explored the house together "I know you dying to try get me in the bedroom or maybe on the sofa, seeing how you kept looking at it than back at me. Just maybe. . ." She didn't finished the sentence, instead leaving it hanging to torture her girlfriend who undoubtedly wanted to do more with her, but had been denied all the previous attempts.

Maybe this time, she would have success?

Unlikely, but who knows? Anything can happen. It's their house after all.

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