The woman sighed, if there was one thing that she would change about her home was the summers. They were far too warm for her liking and, much like tonight, the humidity was near unbearable. She lazily fanned herself with her hand as she walked through the streets of the Red District. While not entirely sure what has brought her here she was happy for the change of scenery regardless. It had been too long since she left the walls of the Uchiha Clan house complex and the fussing of the staff was driving her to near madness so she planned her escape. Evading that old bastard was easy enough. The guards, however, they were a different matter. She was never sure why Takeshi insisted upon keeping them around. It wasn't as if they were some helpless soft nobles. He was the Hokage and she was more than capable of fending off any threat that might come their way. Still, she knew their hearts were in the right place.
So here she was, wondering how it was still so warm at this time. She considered turning around and returning to the mansion when her nose caught a scent that she couldn't forget. Ichiraku Ramen. The smell brought her back to her days in the Academy when things were a hell of a lot more simpler. Yuki allowed her feet to follow the smell, she didn't need to be anywhere. Takeshi was doubtless going to be staying late and it did mean that she didn't have to suffer the mundanity of a meal at home. She pushed her way through the fabric drapes to find the place blissfully empty.
"Lady Yuki, it is an honour!" The owner was an old round-faced man. There was something about him that made you feel at ease.
"Oh please, less of that." She waved her hand at him with a smile.
"Still it is an honour nonetheless! The wife of the Hokage in my humble establishment, please take a seat!" He waved her further into the space offering her one of the many tables, but instead, she chose to sit at the bar. "The usual?"
"Yes, please, along with some chilled plum wine."
"Of course." He hurried into the kitchen leaving Yuki alone. She looked around the room taking in all of the details amazed at how little this place had changed.
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So here she was, wondering how it was still so warm at this time. She considered turning around and returning to the mansion when her nose caught a scent that she couldn't forget. Ichiraku Ramen. The smell brought her back to her days in the Academy when things were a hell of a lot more simpler. Yuki allowed her feet to follow the smell, she didn't need to be anywhere. Takeshi was doubtless going to be staying late and it did mean that she didn't have to suffer the mundanity of a meal at home. She pushed her way through the fabric drapes to find the place blissfully empty.
"Lady Yuki, it is an honour!" The owner was an old round-faced man. There was something about him that made you feel at ease.
"Oh please, less of that." She waved her hand at him with a smile.
"Still it is an honour nonetheless! The wife of the Hokage in my humble establishment, please take a seat!" He waved her further into the space offering her one of the many tables, but instead, she chose to sit at the bar. "The usual?"
"Yes, please, along with some chilled plum wine."
"Of course." He hurried into the kitchen leaving Yuki alone. She looked around the room taking in all of the details amazed at how little this place had changed.
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