The Damaged Goods

The fiery Eikage looked around at the city that she now stood in. It was the village of her husband, the presiding Ryūseikage. Part of her grinned at how much it had grown, much like her own had over the past few years. Some of it stemmed from a fruitful alliance with Ryūseigakure and Tokugakure, but it also came from a growing distrust towards the Great Nations, a distrust that smaller village were benefiting from in order to increase their own power and standing within the shinobi world's hierarchy. Aka shook her head to release such political thoughts, before continuing to walk through the large city. She had decided to leave her Eikage attire at home, considering it too formal for such an affair. After all, she was going to talk with her husband, and catch up on things. With their demanding jobs, they didn't have much time to see each other or their children. Their children. A dark cloud descended over Aka's mind at notion. She was worried about them, they had been going on so many missions lately, and rarely interacted with any one besides themselves. As such, she had begun having Ei shinobi tail them discreetly. Part of her suspected that Makaze was doing the same; despite the distance between them and their careers, they always shared a powerful understanding, particularly when it came to their children. It was one of the things she loved about him.

With this in mind, she stepped through the doors of the building before ascending to the top floor where Makaze normally resided. The staff waved cheerfully; they knew the fiery woman well, and respected her for the title she held and the love she shared with their beloved leader. Calmly, Aka let herself into the office before smiling, seeing her husband bent over stacks and stacks of papers. "It's been a while brain fart," Aka said, using her nickname for her husband before playfully tackling with a hug. "How have you been?" she asked.