[Senju Kazuto]

The sound of the forests outside the village was a welcomed change. Where the sound of hushed whispered was changed by that of chirping birds and the rustling of stacks of paperwork for the more subdue nature of nature. He felt the caress of the mid day sun rather than the artificial light of fluorescent lighting. After all that had happened, he had needed an excuse to escape and get away. To take a moment and breath the air, the sweetness of grass and flowers, it almost made him want to lay down and close his eyes. But as he would follow the trail he resisted the urge. Looking around he found the trees familiar and wondered if this was the very same place he had fought Kasumi when he had made an error of judgement. One that he knew if he met the elder sage again, he would not hear the end about it, despite the fact that he had replaced the trees that he had destroyed. However, if there were signs then they had been hidden and overridden by the pass of nature and time. He heard the sound of running water and as he hefted the box that was on the crook of his arm before he would finally reach the cottage. Kazuto looked around, finding the garden, if that could be called a garden, a wild mess of grass and wildflowers that almost hid a cobbled path made from irregular stones. He opened the door of the fence and stepped in, taking care to walk lest he would step into something sharp and dangerous before he reached the door, hoping that his friend was really there. "So... I was just dropping these stuff that you left in your locker, but I have to say, you need to make your garden look nicer, Inari."

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[Kimura Inari]

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Slow days had become the norm. The sun shone down through the branches, dancing to the tune of the breeze across the forest floor beneath. Her cottage was where she spent most of her time, as she had promised herself. Even if the trip to Konoha's hospital was a little more strenuous than if she had remained there, this was better. She was closer to her new mentor and she could reconnect with a part of herself she had not had the chance to nurture as a shinobi. [break][break]

While the life of a soldier seemed a distant past, slowly fading into memories and nightmares, she did miss the friends she had made along the way. Kazuto, who she had turned her back on rather abruptly and left. She poured her apologies out to a young oak tree by the stream when he occupied her thoughts too long. Catching the man without having a sense of his schedule was work, it would be many wasted trips to the Senju compound, so she simply had not sought him out. [break][break]

And then the knock on the door came. No footsteps heralded whoever had arrived and Inari couldn't help the momentary freeze response. Agents who knew too much sometimes had to be nullified to secure they weren't the ones leaking information. Outdated or otherwise. But she rose from her little spot in the grass, silently and barefooted she stepped through it, rounding the corner of the cottage to see none other than the Azure Dragon of the East standing at her door. A closed lip smile spread on her face and she swept her hair over one shoulder, briefly wondering if she had a leaf or a small stick stuck in it. Connecting with nature was not easy when you were meant to do it on a deeper level. [break][break]

"The mice like it. Lizards too. Pretty sure I saw a corn snake as well."[break][break]
She abandoned her corner and walked over to the man, eyeing the box briefly, before she opened the door and gestured for him to feel free to follow. Of course he could just be dropping the items off and leaving to dive back into the day's work. [break][break]

"Come in, come in~ How are things?"

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[Senju Kazuto]

"Really Inari?" He said as he raised an eyebrow and placed the box with her personal items on the floor, a thin smile appearing on his features before he would open his arms and embrace his dear friend like in the last time they had seen each other. It felt similar just like it had felt back then when she had given him his resignation, he felt like something of her had changed and the scent similar to recently fallen rain over a forest had clung to her. It was pleasant and he imagined that it had been something about her coming to live here and train with the Snake Sage that had caused that. "We say hello to friends with hugs, lest we're no longer that." He said, releasing her from the embrace and placing both hands on her shoulder, looking at her in the same way a brother would look to his sister that he hadn't seen in some time. "You look well. Healthier even." He said, giving an appreciation that he was sure to rebuke, but the truth was, there was something about herself that seemed stronger than during their last meeting in the confines of his office. He turned away from her for one second and picked the box before moving in and finding the house that she lived in to be more like a well provisioned, cozy and livable shack. Indeed it seemed that it was something he could even find himself living with no problem, it was almost tempting. "I like it." He told his friend before placing the box on the counter and smiling at her, unsure of where to sit or what to do given that he had only been invited in. So rather to do so, he would look back at the former ANBU and give her a quizzical look. "I've back to the village for a month, you don't come to visit and have tea, you don't write, almost as if you think I am angry at you."

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[Kimura Inari]

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Ooop there it was. That spark which had first entranced her and lured her into pursuing a friendship with the stoic ANBU who had questioned her being in the locker-room on when she first began her tenure in the division. Than man was so stoic, reacting to the environment rather than causing others to react to him, but it made his actions worth more when he did take them. She gave him a good squeeze for a good measure, it was nothing like the absolute bear hugs she used to be able to deliver, but it was sure to drive her point across.  "The only way this-" She gestured to the two of them " ends is if one of us is dead~"  she delivered it with a chuckle and patted the man's arm as she drew back further and did a twirl at his comment. [break][break]
Did she feel healthier? No really, but perhaps she was no longer a good judge on that as either outcome was welcome on most days. On her rebellious days she practiced more. Sought the life she knew flowed through everything, wishing to remain part of it -in this form- for a little while longer. With a rather casual and carefree shrug she replied; "I always liked it out here. It is good for the soul, mind, and body"[break][break]

The tour of her cabin was not given, but it seemed the man had his own agenda with the visit. His question made her eyes flee to the floor for a moment before looking back at him a small, sheepish smile tugging at her lips. "Considering how we left things is it that unlikely of an assumption to make? Added that you are running the squad and I no longer know when you are home or on missions. I can't exactly just show up anymore. Pretty sure they'd escort me right out and label me a disturber of the peace or something" [break][break]
She laughed at her own jest and found a seat for herself before gesturing for the man to make himself comfortable. Inari pulled a quilt from the armrest of her seat, draping it over her lap before placing her hands on top of it. [break][break]
"I can't say I am not a little surprised to see you, but... very happy to."[break][break]

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[Senju Kazuto]

"I suppose you're right." Kazuto replied as he made his way and sat on a chair opposite to Inari. He had been less than happy with. But he had been acting more like a military officer then rather than a friend as he had been reminded of the operation at Yukigakure. He had been less than gracious with her. After the wedding and their return neither he nor Miho had seen their close and beloved friend, focused in their position and responsibilities within the clan. If anything he would need to give her reason because of it. He was hardly at home during presentable hours, only arriving late at night to have supper with his wife and then head himself to sleep. "But, if you know me as well as I think you do, you know that I don't hold grudges." He said softly, giving her a warm smile. If it had been his brothers, then certainly he would've imagined that Kosuke would have been vindictive, petty. And Itama would laugh at it and cross the name of Inari from the list of acquaintances that he had as if they were little else but an entourage. "And trust me, no one would've kicked you from the village. Nor the Senju Clan compound." The Senju added. All were welcomed there, at least as how he saw things. The Senju were meant to be an unifying force and he had made sure that they were returning to that philosophy under him. "At least visit Miho or better yet, let me know when you're coming." He suggested, sure that he could make time for a friend. Specially as one cherished as Inari was. As he would shift on his seat he would rest his hand on the arm rest, shifting his gaze at his friend and then back to his arm before something caught his attention. His hand would then reach, pulling a strand of hair, bright as it had been spun from the sun and molten gold. He would look at Inari, raising a quizzical eyebrow. "You had visits?"

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