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“We should get married”
“What? Close the door”
“We should. Get married”
“I heard you the first time but. I mean. What about the walk home brought this up?”
“Nothing. I just think we should get married”
“Ok. Why?”
“Why! Why does anyone get married?”
“Social mobility?”
“No! Don’t laugh!”
“I’m not, I just—”
“You don’t want to”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, Madara. I simply never thought about it. I’m going to prepare tea, you want some?”
“Never? Not even when you were young?”
“Well, sure. When Father was alive I expected him to eventually marry me off to some wealthy or influential clan”
“So, Hashirama—?”
“What about him?”
“Will he. Does he. Do Senjus do arranged marriages often, I mean?”
“Not much more than any other clan, I guess. Hashirama believes in marrying for love, though”
“Oh, that’s good. I want genmaicha!”
“We need to buy more, it’s almost over”
“Then?”
“Then what?”
“Do you want to get married?!”
“You keep saying that and—”
“The water’s boiling”
“I just want to know what this is about. Don’t say marriage—”
“—marriage.”
“You thought about it when you were a child?”
“Sure I did. I’m an Uchiha”
“What does that mean? Drink your tea”
“You know: love, passion, etc, etc”
“Don’t open the windows, I’m freezing. And stop pacing and sit down, your tea is getting cold”
“You are always cold”
“I’m not. And even if I said I wanted to. Get married, that is. Don’t interrupt me. Even if I said yes, we would have to speak with our esteemed hokage and our elders, research judicial precedence on same sex marriages, then sent a letter, and probably a delegation, probably us, surely me, to the Daimyo, present our case—”
“Ok! I get it! It would be a ton of work, so?”
“So, why?”
“Stop asking me that!”
“If you answered—!”
“The tea is cold”
“Not my fault”
“You look really pretty with formal yukata”
“Thanks, you look really attractive too”
“And the Raikage’s son sure thought so too”
“He thought you looked attractive?”
“No, you! He couldn’t keep his eyes off you”
“Did he now? Funny, I must have been distracted eyeing someone else”
“Me?”
“I’m going to heat up more water”
“Would you marry him if—?”
“If I wasn’t with you? Or if I wasn’t a lesbian?”
“Both”
“Maybe, who knows”
“You—!”
“What does it matter? None of those premises are true. I am a lesbian, and I am dating you. For five years now, in case you forgot”
“Five years and eight months”
“If I left you, it would not be to go and marry a man”
“Oh, and who would you leave me for then?”
“Easy, the Yamanaka heiress”
“Liar, you don’t like blondes”
“Then maybe one of those Nara’s”
“As if those dull shadow freaks could entertain you for more than a week!”
“Are they dull or are they freaks?”
“You know what I mean”
“I’m running out of good matches, then. Guess I better stay with you”
“Damn right!”
“Hugs are not an apology”
“I’m not apologizing”
“Rude. Don’t bite!”
“Then turn around and let me kiss you”
“Can’t you see I’m boiling water?”
“Let it burn, I don’t care”
“Better?”
“No. More. You really look beautiful in this. Take the water off the stove. I want to fuck you like this”