ObaMitsu: The Life They Promised

The Life They Promised

"It's alright Himiko.. It wasn't even the tiniest bit expensive! Pinky promise!" Mitsuri picked her daughter up, kissing her cheeks before placing her back down.

Himiko giggled, getting up on the couch, causing Haruka to snuggle further into her father protectively.

Kenji was playing with his blocks, making soft huffing noises when the small tower would tip over. Mitsuri sat down to play with her son, helping him figure out how to get the tower to stand still. "Chiyo honey why don't you come play with us? You don't have to stand there by yourself!" Mitsuri smiled at her gently.

Chiyo blew some of her jet black hair out of her face and sat down beside them, playing with her younger brother, focused on making him laugh. Mitsuri's eyes scanned the room, full of the family she and Iguro had so lovingly created. A bright smile crossed her face when she made eye contact with her husband. All of their kids looked exactly like him. It was uncanny. Some had Mitsuri's eyes and a birthmark on their face but other than that, pure Iguro. Not that Mitsuri was complaining.

A couple hours later and the kids were all tucked snugly into bed, each receiving a loving kiss on the forehead from both parents. When the door to the last room was finally clicked shut, Iguro let out a long sigh. Mitsuri giggled, "Long day huh?"

"I'll say... I don't get why people won't just leave you alone.." He murmured, thinking back to the group of men we were getting a little handsy with his wife earlier that day.

"Yeah.. But none of them could ever compare to you, Iguro!" She lovingly pressed her cheek against his, hugging him close and probably almost crushing the poor thing, a heavy blush on his face. Even after all these years being married Mitsuri never stopped making his heart throb.

Mitsuri yawned loudly. "Can we please go to bed now? I'm so tired!" The taller woman whined, quiet so as to not disturb her children.

"I don't mind.. Do you need me to refill your water first?" Iguro asked, walking into their shared bedroom, collecting both of their water bottles from their nightstands.

Mitsuri grinned. "Oh yes please! With ice too!"

"I know the drill. Why don't you get comfortable in bed, remember to change your clothes." Iguro reminded her before leaving the room to go and get fresh ice water for the both of them.

Mitsuri changed into soft pajama shorts and a t-shirt, she'd get cold but Iguro would be able to warm her right up with their shared body heat. She crawled into bed and waited patiently for her husband. Her face lit up when he re-entered the room and placed the water down on her nightstand before walking over to his side of the bed.

Iguro changed quickly and slid into bed next to his wife, pulling the covers up and laying down. Mitsuri snuggled close, scooting down a bit so she could press her face into his neck. "I love you Iguro~!"

"I love you too, Mitsuri." He affectionately kissed the top of her head, an arm wrapped securely around her.

After multiple coo's of "goodnight's' ' and "i love you's' ' from Mitsuri, the pair slowly drifted to sleep, Mitsuri tucked safely in her husband's arms.

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SPOILERS AHEAD- HEAVILY BASED OFF OF THE MANGA! I DO NOT OWN THIS SCENE! All credits go to Koyoharu Gotougue as I am just putting their beautiful (Yet highly depressing) Master piece into words. Again. I'm pulling almost every line from the manga so i did not make this part!

Mitsuri gained consciousness in a dream. She was.. up in the air?! She noticed the sword in her hand that seemed to be very flimsy. Despite her confusion, her dream self moved swiftly, trying to close in on a one-eyed demon with a guitar like instrument. A biwa? Iguro was with her, fighting with an odd shaped katana.