𝙏𝙄𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀 / 𝗜𝗧★𝗖𝙃𝙄 𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝙃𝘼 [SEMI-HIATUS/ ON HOLD]

xxvi.

A FEW DAYS LATER, the matriarch and the simp is seen picking strawberries and other fruits in the garden [name] grew in the last three years.

Life has been peaceful for her.

So far.

She finally got the chance to build her dream house after saving up for years. Although, she intended for it to be in Konoha, she couldn't stay there anymore.

It was haunting.

[Name] hummed softly to herself, a tune made up in the middle of everything to comfort her. The sun glared it's rays on her beautiful skin, the dress hugging her perfect body dancing with the wind.

After awhile she went to find Izumi, in a short while the matriarch found the brown haired woman picking lemons and orange.

The brown haired woman looked up and grinned, a blush coating her cheeks as she stares at the matriarch in front of her. The sun softly painted her whole skin, creating a perfect glow to her whole body and the soft smile dancing on her face made her look like an angel. She truly was an angel.

What added more to the look was the dress she wore, a white-strap summer dress with pinkish intricate patterns on it.

[Name] is currently outshining the brightest things.

Reaching out her hand to the brown haired Uchiha, the said simp took it. Once Izumi stood up properly, they both went in the house. Today was a slow morning, the sun was starting to get higher and hotter, and Izumi Uchiha is about to die from simping any minute.

What a simp. Her mother taught her right. (⁠ ⁠'⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠'⁠)

Removing her hat, [name] gracefully made her way to the kitchen and grabbed everything in the pantry.

Today, they were making lemon and orange curd cookies with a side of strawberry shortcake ice cream cake. After all, it was a hot day.

Grabbing the proper ingredients, [name] made her way to where the counter was. Pulling out the needed tools and equipments, she tied her hair up and everything went slow mo to the brown haired woman watching her. 

She could hear her heart beating fast, the drumming of it in her ears like those festivals she went to. [name] was just so freaking mesmerizing, this is a good time to steal her from Itachi! But then again, did the said woman Izumi would kill for return her feelings? Probably not.

Quickly shaking her head to remove her naughty thoughts, the brown haired woman quickly helped the matriarch back. Mixing the dry ingredients Izumi herself, [name] worked on the curd they'll both be putting on the cookies. It was a comfortable silence, a very good one you need to hear once in awhile. 

It was calm, like the warm sunrise and as steady as the water in the pond. Yet, it was thrilling like an overflowing cup of water, like the ripples of the water in the pond once you throw a rock. It was that cold water you needed on a hot day- cool, calming, grounding. 

It was peaceful, slow-paced and smooth.

Laughter could've filled the air, the most joyous and happiest ones yet settling for this was just better.

Just enjoy the moment;

just grasp the sweet feeling of life until it runs out.

Life should've always been like that.

Peaceful, slow-paced, smooth and calming.

The world has so much to offer, that sometimes we can't always grasp the sweet moment, the taste of life, the slice of it.

The world turns according to it's own pace, not caring if it leaves many people behind. It leaves you, just like that.

Always remember, you can have life but life can't have you. 

Ofcourse we can't control fate, nor destiny but we can force our way to it.

As long as we try and as long as we live, that's how we do it.

Life is unfair. So is time.

But remember to make memories that are memorable and sweet.

The curds were almost finished, the sun was starting to smile more and the strawberry short cake ice cream was beginning to form. The zesty curds like Izumi were already baking, and [name] was also forming the cake already. The pink color met the sight of both the women's eyes as the strawberries are being mixed into the homemade ice cream from a few days ago. The crust was already made, waiting for the cream to cover it's body.

A small ding broke Izumi out of her thoughts, the matriarch still focused on the ice cream cake they were making. The smell so zesty like Izumi filled their noses, a waft in the air and you'd be in love like how Izumi is with [name]. 

The ice cream cake was finally in the fridge, cooling the ice cream down so it can be hardened. [name] took a piece of the cookies filled with curd and gave one to Izumi, the said girl taking it gladly from the matriarch's fingers. It tasted delicious, the taste of the lemon sits perfectly on the cookie with orange curd on top. It was just perfect, the perfect combination of the sweet-sour duo.

Everything was just perfect so far.

Grabbing something after tasting the cookies filled with curd, the two women made their way out and headed for the door. They made plans to visit the market, then go to the flower shop and maybe out to the fields. 

They were laughing to themselves, not giving a care about the world for awhile to forget their problems as they made their way to the store. So many people, so many humans, so many citizens swarming to get the most fresh fruits and vegetables from the vendors. 

It was crowd-filled, hot bodies pressed against each other, sweat from a few, and the sunny sun glaring at the people with it's bright gaze. 

Yet, no matter how loud, nor sweaty the market was, they didn't care. Not a single bit. They went here to buy, not to complain or shout like the others.

The crowd was just noisy, and the headache is probably killing the matriarch, the bodies of the people were sticking to Izumi's sensitive skin making it a bit red. The sun was really harsh on them today, maybe the moon had a disagreement. The cool breeze was no more as suddenly a tap on the shoulder interrupted the matriarch from her thoughts, alerting both the women.

Looking cautiously over her shoulder,  [name] caught a sight she thought she's never see. Her pupils were dilated, breathing caught in her throat as no words came out of her mouth. The dress flowed within the air as the crowd gave no care to the trio. 

"Itachi?" [name] asked breathless, bile rising up her throat as she stares at the man in front of her.

"[name]?" Itachi asked just as breathless at the same time, composure slowly falling as the said woman's hair flowed along with the wind, making his heart skip a beat and making her look much more beautiful. 

At the mention of the matriarch's name, the small infant on her shoulder gazed up at the man her mother was looking at.

"Mama?" It said, babbling the words out as she lifted her head off her mother's shoulder.

It wasn't a perfect day after all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE/S: hi lovelies, sorry for not updating for a few days! a chapter without dialogues!? i was busy and a bit sick. so here you go, a new chapter! take care and stay safe! drink loads of water too. </3