Night was the time that Ayumu had to himself. During the day, he couldn't go an hour without someone or another coming to his office door and asking for something signed. Usually it was much more frequent than that. After he walked out for the day, or more accurately walked up one flight of stairs to his suite above the Raikage's office. This floor was reserved for the living quarters of the current Raikage, which he somehow qualified for. He had moved in shortly after taking the title, just a small move from his last place, which was near the tower anyway. The size, however, was a significant upgrade. It wasn't enormous, but it was more space than a man needed on his own. At least Susumu came to stay from time to time, which was why he had his own room tucked away.
It was a wonderful place to unwind, which was what Ayumu was doing now. In his living room he had a comfortable couch which sat across the room from a decently sized television with a ninjatendo hooked up. Often, he would be gaming into the night. There was a limit to how much he could enjoy it on his own, however. The truth was, there weren't many people Ayumu could invite to take up that second controller. When he was younger, he had a decent number of friends, but as he aged the number dwindled for various reasons. Some had died, a hard facet of any shinobi's life. Others he had slowly lost touch with as he assumed roles of leadership, perhaps because it was harder to be friends with your boss. Then there was, of course, Kahako. She was not lost to him in the traditional sense, but her condition made things more than difficult for the two of them. So, frequently, Ayumu was alone.
He was currently forgetting about the loneliness for a while by engrossing himself in a book whilst laying on the couch. It was a pretty good one, to be fair. It was sort of a fantasy setting where most of the main characters were vying for leadership of their country while ignoring the real looming threat of the undead. One by one, the author seemed to enjoy killing off Ayumu's most beloved characters, but for some reason he remained enthralled with the story. There were even three of these fantasy creatures known as dragons. They were ridiculous and could never be real, of course, but interesting to imagine in written form.
Ayumu was about half way through a chapter and a beer when he heard the knock at his door. It wasn't entirely uncommon for someone to come after he was off. After all, he was the leader of the village. He was never truly off duty. Biting his lip in frustration, Ayumu folded the corner of the page he was on and set the book on his coffee table. He grabbed the open bottle on the table and took a quick swig before standing up and bringing it to his door. Checking through the peep hole he did not expect who he saw. This was a first, Yuii showing up at the door of his suite. He was briefly alarmed that there might be an emergency, but her demeanor didn't suggest terribly much urgency. It was a pleasant surprise given the alternatives to who might have been on the other side.
Ayumu unlocked the door, opening it to his Sennin. This was one of, if not the first time, they had met outside of one of their offices. For once, she would see Ayumu in something other than the same old uniform he wore every day... and might be a bit let down. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a light black jacket with the sleeves rolled up a bit. That, and he was barefoot and still holding the bottle loosely between his fingers at his side. Stepping aside, he allowed passage for her to come inside if she wanted to. Fortunately his place wasn't too much of a mess. There wasn't any garbage or dirty dishes lying about, though the jacket from his uniform was lazily thrown over the back of the couch. That and the book on his coffee table along with a game pad he hadn't bothered to put away.
"Hey, Yuii. What's up? Everything okay?"
[MFT]
It was a wonderful place to unwind, which was what Ayumu was doing now. In his living room he had a comfortable couch which sat across the room from a decently sized television with a ninjatendo hooked up. Often, he would be gaming into the night. There was a limit to how much he could enjoy it on his own, however. The truth was, there weren't many people Ayumu could invite to take up that second controller. When he was younger, he had a decent number of friends, but as he aged the number dwindled for various reasons. Some had died, a hard facet of any shinobi's life. Others he had slowly lost touch with as he assumed roles of leadership, perhaps because it was harder to be friends with your boss. Then there was, of course, Kahako. She was not lost to him in the traditional sense, but her condition made things more than difficult for the two of them. So, frequently, Ayumu was alone.
He was currently forgetting about the loneliness for a while by engrossing himself in a book whilst laying on the couch. It was a pretty good one, to be fair. It was sort of a fantasy setting where most of the main characters were vying for leadership of their country while ignoring the real looming threat of the undead. One by one, the author seemed to enjoy killing off Ayumu's most beloved characters, but for some reason he remained enthralled with the story. There were even three of these fantasy creatures known as dragons. They were ridiculous and could never be real, of course, but interesting to imagine in written form.
Ayumu was about half way through a chapter and a beer when he heard the knock at his door. It wasn't entirely uncommon for someone to come after he was off. After all, he was the leader of the village. He was never truly off duty. Biting his lip in frustration, Ayumu folded the corner of the page he was on and set the book on his coffee table. He grabbed the open bottle on the table and took a quick swig before standing up and bringing it to his door. Checking through the peep hole he did not expect who he saw. This was a first, Yuii showing up at the door of his suite. He was briefly alarmed that there might be an emergency, but her demeanor didn't suggest terribly much urgency. It was a pleasant surprise given the alternatives to who might have been on the other side.
Ayumu unlocked the door, opening it to his Sennin. This was one of, if not the first time, they had met outside of one of their offices. For once, she would see Ayumu in something other than the same old uniform he wore every day... and might be a bit let down. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a light black jacket with the sleeves rolled up a bit. That, and he was barefoot and still holding the bottle loosely between his fingers at his side. Stepping aside, he allowed passage for her to come inside if she wanted to. Fortunately his place wasn't too much of a mess. There wasn't any garbage or dirty dishes lying about, though the jacket from his uniform was lazily thrown over the back of the couch. That and the book on his coffee table along with a game pad he hadn't bothered to put away.
"Hey, Yuii. What's up? Everything okay?"
[MFT]