January 5, 1069 AS.
It was another miserable winter day for the eternally miserable Eiichi. The measly handful of ryō in his pouch would barely suffice for a few days' worth of vegetables, and he could hardly remember what meat tasted like. This wasn't how his life had been meant to go. He'd been part of the cycle. Money went from the land to the peasants, from the peasants to his pockets, from his pockets to the daimyo, and from the daimyo to the ninja. You were
meant to keep some back at each step, or the economy stopped working. His was an essential step in the regulatory process, at least until the daimyo found out and scheduled him for the headsman's block. It had taken the daimyo's own wife to intercede on his behalf, and the daimyo would invent all-new forms of execution just for Eiichi if he ever found out why.
Eiichi stopped dead. That rich red hair, accented by occasional snowflakes. That misleadingly small stature and those brown eyes. It was her. Lady Gōketsu. The Fifth Hokage's wife. Mother to
the Nara Keiko. Eiichi quietly shuffled out of her way, to the edge of the street.
Which was how he nearly bumped into the other ninja, a tall, raven-haired beauty strolling around the corner with a skip in her step. Eiichi leapt out of the way before he could offend her, then stood very still up against the wall in the hope that she would shrug and walk away. She didn't.
"Mari-sensei!" the tall ninja exclaimed. "I've been…"
She cut off.
"Understood," she said almost too quietly for Eiichi to hear. "I'll stay out of your way."
She made to turn away.
"Ami," Lady Gōketsu said neutrally.
Ami turned back. "Well, why didn't you just
say so?"
"It was implied."
The two stood there for two seconds, maybe three, staring at each other silently.
"Oh. Gotcha," Ami said.
Lady Gōketsu nodded. "Pretty much. You heard of a drink called lupchanzen piss?"
Eiichi had never heard of lupchanzen. From context, it was probably an animal, though the name sounded like it should be a plant. Either way, it sounded unnatural, and the kind of thing only ninja would meddle with.
"Mari-sensei," Ami said reproachfully, "I've been here for
days."
"So you have," Lady Gōketsu said. "My bad."
She walked past Ami, linking arms. "Come on, we've got a lot to talk about."
The two ninja set off down the road. For an instant, Ami glanced back at Eiichi and gave a friendly smile. Eiichi's days at court allowed him to flawlessly identify it as "eavesdropping is bad, and I know what you look like".
He bowed deeply, and then ran away.
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Short update this week due to general brain failure. You may want to take this opportunity to think in more detail about what/how you want from Ami, since at this rate I'll almost certainly be writing her next Thursday.
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