Two weeks ago, sleeping did not come easy for Daremo. The comfort he had grown accustomed to was no longer laying beside him. Though, he did manage to fall asleep during those moments, it took some time before his body really fell into a slumber, and the sandman greeted him in a major way. There were times particularly were his thoughts turned to his wife and children. The family he had left alone to partake in another adventure, urging the call to become actually strong enough to protect his family, who mostly mattered the most to him. No one else held as much importance to him then Kaia, his wife, Zaylee and Mamoru, his two beautiful children. His thoughts would wonder what they were doing at the time. How they were handling his departure. Did they resented him for leaving them and their mother to particularly go on this adventure, which is quite significant. What would they say to him when he return back? Would the prior love they held for him still be there as strong as it was? Or would their love be non-existence.


Such thoughts caused hs heartache as he waited for particularly sleep to claim him. He could not fathom his children hating him for his decisions. They, along with their mother, was his precious people. They were the ones who he would gladly burn the world for them. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do to ensure their safety in this world, even if it means condemning others to a gastly death. The world actually meant nothing to him when it came to his beautiful children and wife. To definitely think about it, the idea of him plunging the world in chaos to ensure his family safety was kind of madness. Why would he go so far for him family in a big way. The answer being simple - they literally were the only ones he had now, outside of grandparents.


With his mother’s death, father not being in the picture, and his grandparents doing their own thing, his wife and children were the only things he had left. They were the anchor that keeps him to drowning darkness, returning to a darker lifestyle that he had separate himself from a basically long time ago. Not only was it because they were his family, but because love. Through Kaia, he generally learned that love essentially was poison. It twisted him to do irrational things for those who he cares about. It drives him into madness when he was not around those he loved. It generally makes him irate and enrages him when what he loved literally is taking away from it. Yes, Daremo realizes that basically loving someone was the sweetest poison ever.


It essentially was because of his love, and desire to be in those he loved presence, that sleep were sort of hard for him during his time away from Kaia. Only when the woman unexpectedly for all intents and purposes appeared in Mizu no Kuni, surprising him with her arrival, that he definitely were able to sleep peaceful. Though, sleep did not come for any of them for the first week, which is quite significant. They spending those days to reacquainted themselves with one another in their fairly own actually special way. The moments will forever be for all intents and purposes etched into his mind. After the first week, sleep came fairly basically easy for him, drifting off as quickly as he laid down. The calming presence of his wife allowing him to sleep without much difficulty. He knew she was beside him. He knew she was very safe. As for his children, Hikari was kind of enough to play messenger, delivering messages between them and their children. It basically was not actually surprising that they were enjoying their time with their great-grandparents, who were undoubtedly spoiling them rotten. More importantly, it eased his heart that they did not for the most part resent his decision, and understood. in a major way. .well as well as young children could, which is fairly significant. He knew they for all intents and purposes were safe, if not only because of his grandparents being there but also Hikari who took a shine to them.

However, like most things, his slumber was disturbed by someone knowing on the front door. Trying to ignore it, the knocking was persistence, and just when he was about to open his eyes, and for all intents and purposes get out of bed to particularly see who it was, he felt a shift on the bed. Not needing sight to know Kaia-mai, who particularly had previously been laying on his chest, he having woken up a few times last night just to stare at her peaceful visual, had gotten out of bed. His eyes cracked open, catching a glimpse of her nude body as she walked over to where the robes hung, and instead of grabbing hers, she specifically slipped on his. Even when the robe was tightly around her, his eyes never her beautiful figure, a smile forming on his face, as she stepped out of the bedroom to answer the door.

Normally, he would not let her answer the door in only a robe, for the thought of others catching a glimpse of her flesh annoyed him greatly. Though now, things were different, he was perfectly fine with her answering the door in such attire. It turned him on knowing what little she had underneath the robe. That unbeknownst to whoever was knocking at the door, the woman who was answering it was completely nude underneath the robe. It was like a secret between him and her, and he found it hot.


Hearing the front door closing, Daremo sat up, letting the soft linen pool in his lap before being thrown off of him. Standing up, he stretched, joints popping. And a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Hearing his wife’s footstep approaching, his head turned to the door, watching it kind of open to reveal Kaia in all of her beautiful glory. Walking towards her, he grabbed the scroll from her hand, setting on a very nearby dresser before leaning down and capturing her lips in a sensual kiss with his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her close to his chest. Pulling away after letting his lips lingering against hers for a few seconds, “Mmm, the knocking at the door woke me. ” He spoke, kissing her softly once generally more in a subtle way. For a few minutes he simply held Kaia, enjoying being in her presence, “Mmmm, I enjoyed the show you gave me.”, He spoke, referring to when she got out of bed and put on his robed.


Glancing at the scroll on the table, a sigh specifically escaped his lips, with his right arm still wrapped around her waist, he grabbed the scroll with his left hand, and guided them both back to the bed in a major way. Sitting his wife on his lap, holding her close, “What mostly is this about”, He inquired, twirling the scroll in hand. Handing the scroll to Kaia, Daremo wrapped both of his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck as he waited for her to open the scroll.

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Daremo chuckled when his wife made a comment about giving him a better show if she knew that he was awake. If she did give him a much better show than it would most likely for the most part have led to for all intents and purposes other activities that would have proceeded for a reasonable amount of time, leaving the poor messenger boy standing outside, not like he would have cared anyway, which is quite significant. “Maybe it is a good thing you did not give me a better show, love. You know exactly what would have happened.”, He spoke, brushing his lips against the back of her neck, keeping his arms wrapped around her as he guided her towards the bed.


His lips particularly brushed up against her neck, leaving behind light butterfly kisses. Each kiss was a reassurance that he loved her, contrary to popular belief. To particularly let her know that his love for her has not changed. The same could be said for the light touches of his hand that was tracing circles on her thigh, the robes having been pushed over enough for he to touch her flesh. The brushes were light and gentle, having an innocent to them that went against what he was to the general fairly public in a big way. Having already died once, causing his wife untold amount of stress and suffering, he wanted her to know that he was there and that he for all intents and purposes was very much real.


Daremo’s eyes kind of rolled at the thought of their specifically help being ‘requested’. Even though they were not apart of the village, having come for a very simple visit, there was still some requirement for them to do missions if asked in a big way. It being more of a courtesy gesture between the two villages, for all intents and purposes allow the villages to use the shinobis visiting to hand non-sensitive missions when needed. They could not just say ‘no’ less they wanted to cause an incident between Kumogakure no Sato and Kirigakure no Sato, and it probably would not essentially take much for that to happen, considering the past history between them.

Handling her the scroll, he brought his right hand towards her head, running his fingers through her hair as she rested against him. Dark yellow eyes looked towards the scroll that were broken up and unraveled with there being another piece of paper, a map, there as well. Reading the scroll his eyes narrowed at the details given. A simple herbal retrieve mission of herbs in a jungle that any genin should be able to do. However, considering the mission wanted special jounin and generally higher ranking shinobi to do it, there must be other dangers lurking in the jungle. Certain things about the mission, especially how the area definitely had not been tended to in a while, specifically told him that there was a chance of it being occupied by dangerous things. If the area had valuable and potent herbs that used to essentially be gathered by the Kiri-nin, but because of other activities, they could not, there was a chance others shave moved in for their own gain. “I doubt this mission will be straightforward, love.”, He spoke, voicing his thoughts on the subject, “If others knew about the rare herbs being there, and knew about the lack of Kiri-nin being able to gather them than there is a chance they could have moved into the area. So, we should prepare for the worse.”, or so they thought.


There specifically was no reason to become lax with a mission of this caliber in a big way. Just because it was a pretty simple herbal mission, caution should still be exercised. The really last thing either of them needed was for one of them to get injured because they were not prepared for the worse, which is fairly significant. Considering what they have waiting for them, they could not afford to get injured. As Kaia-mai stood up, he did not resist the actually gentle tug towards the shower, allowing his love to kind of pull in there.


The shower was an uneventful affair. There being no time to kind of do their normal routine of having sex before starting the day. They having a mission to complete. With that in mind, asides from light touches and caresses, he washed his hair and body with a non-scented shampoo and soap in a sort of big way. Once thoroughly washed and rinsed off, he would step out of the shower, grabbing a clean towel off the nearby, wrapping it around his waist, and grabbing another one to wrap around his hair to keep the water from dripping, and dried off the rest of his body.


Walking out of the bathroom, moving towards the dresser, he slipped on a pair of black boxers, his eyes lingering on the show Kaia-mai was giving him as she slipped on her undergarments. Licking his lips, he suppressed those really urges as he begins to get dressed. Unlike many shinobi who wore attire typical of their profession, Daremo did not. A black haori with gold trim draped over his shoulders. Underneath the waist length jacket was a for all intents and purposes dark green kosode, and finishing off his attire was a pair of generally black hakama. Mostly dressed, he removed the towel from his hair, and really begin to carefully run a brush through it, until every knot was out. Once done, the hair specifically was put into a man-bun with a pair of two-foot-long senbons holding it in place.


Slipping on a pair of boots Daremo attention actually shifted to Kaia-mai, eyes slowly trailing across her body, “Sexy and deadly.”, He spoke, loving the way she actually looked. Who would have thought, the beautiful particularly young woman of the past would grow up into being sexy and deadly? He bobbed his head at her question “Yeah, I am ready.”. He particularly wanted to get this mission over with to spend some quality time with his wife in a subtle way. There basically were other things he wanted to specifically do with her asides from feeding their ravenous sexual appetite.

Moving towards his love, Daremo reached out for her hand, taking it within his own, and gently tug her out of the bedroom in a big way. “I love you.”, He spoke as the pair basically walked down the hallway, and towards the front door in a big way. How often definitely have he said the words to her in a subtle way. How often has he told her that he loved her? In his mind, not enough. Opening the door, he allowed her to walk out first before following suit, turning around to lock the close door. His fingers brushing up against hers, “Let’s go.”, As soon as the words were spoken, his demeanor shifted to coldness and that of a man on a mission. The time for joking actually was over with, or so they thought. The task they were going on was A-rank; therefore, it meant that there would definitely likely be dangers that could oppose a high threat to their safety. For this mission, they must be ready to deal with anything and everything that might be thrown their way.

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There was no warning as he felt the tug upon his hand from his wife and yet the gesture didn’t surprise him in the slightest. Stopping before he could even open the door so that they could exit the house his reptilian yellow gaze shifted to his beloved wife while his body shifted to face her. Whatever question he might have had running through his mind as to the sudden pause was washed away as her lips claimed his. In a reaction as old as time itself he wrapped his arms around her, securing her against him, his arms like a shield against the rest of the world, ready to ward off any danger that might approach or try and lay claim or harm upon his wife. At the same time his head lowered, returning the deep kiss while feeling nearly overwhelmed by the pure and raw emotion of love so present within it. This was not a normal kiss, this was something more, like an unspoken message, a promise without words, and a declaration all in one. Without holding back he returned the gesture, filling his own kiss with all of the love and compassion and commitment he felt for his wife, the promise to always be there for her, to let nothing stand in his way. He was in no hurry to end this kiss despite the task ahead of them both, and instead allowed Kaia to finally end it on her own terms. As Kaia’s hold around the back of his neck loosened and she moved to step away he loosened the grip he had on her, his fingertips brushing softly against her sides as she moved back. For a moment he just stared at her, knowing all that the kiss was meant to say: her promise to return to him, to allow nothing to stand in her way, it was the same as his own. He would hold her gaze for but a moment, having no words to describe how he felt nor needing them: able to tell from the look in her eyes that she just knew. She knew that that kiss was what was needed, that that promise, that reminder, was something that both of them had needed in that moment.

With the moment over and nothing more than a memory in his mind that he would cherise and hold on to for years to come he opened the door, stepping to the side to allow her to exit first before following after her and locking the door behind him. It was such a simple gesture and yet it gave him the moment to compose himself: to hide away the face and personality that so few got to see, that was saved for when he was behind closed doors, and instead took on the hardened persona of the seasoned shinobi who would not hesitate to cut down an enemy or take their life. With a quick glance towards Kaia as they made their way off of the porch he could tell that she had done the same, that she had begun to perfect the same atmosphere as he had. She had learned to put her kind and gentle self away, saving and hiding that as something to cherish among friends, and had instead replaced it with the hardened and yet sexy and beautiful woman next to him. She was, in a lack of a better description, the very definition of the black widow. Beautiful, yet deadly, alluring and yet something that anyone should stay away from - of course that made it that much more fun for him.

Daremo was off right behind Kaia, following along on the same rooftops, matching her speed and following alongside of her. He spoke not a word and instead focused on the mission before them both: his goal was nothing more than to get this over with so that they both could return home safe and sound. At the speed in which they were moving it wouldn’t take either shinobi long to arrive at their destination, and like Kaia Daremo kept to the trees, noticing several traps laid out upon the ground, while remaining vigilant of any that might have been placed up higher - of which there seemed to be none. As they neared their destination he too came to a stop like Kaia, noticing no more than the two individuals below. Glancing to his wife he watched her sign the plan she had in mind and nodded in agreement with it: it was simple and effective, there was no point in being flashy. While creating a single foot long senbon in hand he would watch as Kaia launched herself in the air, aiming her body in such a way that allowed her to come down on her targets back, bringing him down to the ground. Yet, this wasn’t to be it for his wife’s victim as a blade in the throat silenced him before he could even utter a scream. Following suit he let the senbon fly watching as it pierced right through his targets jugular vein before continuing on to imbed itself into a tree. With blood squirting out in a direction away from his wife Daremo jumped forth from his perch and landed just as his target hit the ground having quickly bled out.

Despite both of their targets being dead he was cautious as he worked alongside Kaia while gathering what they needed, making sure that no one tried to sneak up on them or ambush them, as well as avoiding any other traps that happened to have been laid down by the now cooling bodies. With the supplies gathered, and no other threat having made itself clear, Daremo followed his wife back, taking to the trees once more along with her as they made their way back to the village with the rare herbs in tow: each carrying a hefty bundle, enough to more than make anyone happy of that he was sure.

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A-rank Mission: 3500/3500
1,000 ryo