So Aim is no longer letting me log in with 'Yondaime Ninja' so if you need to get a hold of me I can now be reached for anything regarding Kurogane or Yondaime at CLAMPHeadache

Thanks!!

Yondaime pushed buttons on the laptop as he sat on the couch in the living room, completely ignoring the television. The laptop was playing a song that sounded very similar another one, or was it the other song it sounded like?

"No wonder I never remember any of these songs, they all sound the same!" He mummbled.

Arashi sat on the porch of the house, relaxing and fearing what the inside of the house would be like with Weasel staying there.

Though honestly he didn't even know if they were in the house after training most of the day. He laid back against the stoop and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Knowing Wade and Weasel the inside of the house was probably smelling like beer, fried food and god knew what else.

It was times like that Arashi really missed living with the frogs... they were somehow cleaner.

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Arashi sat on the roof of the house over looking the island, smoking and thinking deeply. How had he let his life spiral down like this? Wade didn't love him, probably never did. His son hardly knew him and he had nothing to show for his life but a face on a mountian.

He looked down at the ground from where he sat. Maybe he should end it all now. But no... he didn't want to inconvience someone by having them clean up the mess.

[HAHAHA open.]

Arashi sat at the desk in his bedroom looking through the large file of paperwork that part of him still really didn't want to be filling out. With a deep sign he signed his name on the first area he was supposed to, but after that he couldn't sign anymore.

At least for the moment.

Picking up the large file Arashi slid it into the desk drawer and leaned back in his chair. Getting divorced was going to be a really difficult thing to do.

[For one.]

The whole 'trial separation' thing really seemed more real now that Wade was sleeping in his own room as opposed to the couch. Apart of Arashi cursed himself for even thinking it was a good idea.

He sat in the kitchen looking at his cup of tea and daring it to come up with an answer for all this, or anything in the kitchen really.

As if to answer his plea; the phone rang.

"Hello?"

[For the one on the phone]

Arashi was busy in the kitchen, there was cheese everywhere and a few eggs cracked on the floor but he had managed to do it.

He hoped.

Sliding the cheese covered dish into the oven, Arashi closed it with a sigh and wiped a flour covered hand across his face. There, that was done for now.

Since Wade was choosing to sleep on his own, Arashi thought that he could at least sleep in one of the spare bedrooms and handwavily bought Wade a bed to sleep in. That way the living room would at least be freed up in the morning.

"Hey Wade?" Arashi called as he headed into the living room. "Are you here?"

To say that the last few weeks had been awkward would have been a giant understatement. Arashi spent as much time as he could away from the house to avoid Wade often times getting home late enough for the mercenary to be asleep on the couch.

It was difficult, but Arashi had to consider the possibility that maybe they'd come to the end of their relationship.

Arashi sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, looking over a long letter from Tsunade. He wasn't paying much attention to it... he was waiting and listening for Wade.

[Thread with Wade locked to him, but otherwise open for people to drop by.]

All the kitchen counters might have been covered with cooking utensils, bits of book, mixing bowls, etc, all looking like a disaster area as Arashi moved around making various items from scratch.

Why? It had seemed like a good idea at the time and more productive than smoking or going out to kill things to relieve the stress that lay really thick and heavy over the entire house.

He shoulda just stayed at the hotel...

Arashi didn't really want to stay in the clinic any longer than he had to, his head was feeling fine and he knew from experience that at this point it would be alright anyways.

At least he hoped.

He really just wanted to be home, where all the familiar home smells would be; beer, fox litter, old Chinese food…. Wade.

Arashi stood outside the door, suddenly hoping Wade wouldn't be there. He was still pissed at him after what happened last night, but he wasn't up for another shouting match. Arashi was looking more forward to seeing Max than he was Wade at the moment if that said anything.

Damn it all. It was his house and he was going in.