House Visit

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Just as Bee was defending his honor to Ryomaru, Miori arrived at the park, her icy blue eyes wide as she spotted her son hugging Samui and Mabui. She watched them, her heart filled with a conflicting mixture of amusement and sadness. The sight of her little boy engaging with these older girls reminded her of how quickly he was growing up, and the day he would fly away from the nest didn't seem too far away anymore.

"Mom!" Ryomaru called out when he saw her, quickly disentangling himself from Samui and Mabui to rush over to her.

Miori bent down to scoop him up in her arms, smiling as she kissed his forehead. "Hello, my little dragon. Having fun, are we?"

Ryomaru nodded, his ice-blue eyes twinkling. "Yes, Mom! Samui-nee and Mabui-nee were telling me about their missions."

Miori glanced at the two kunoichi, her gaze softening. "Oh, were they now?" She looked back at her son, running a hand through his messy hair. "Just remember, you are still too young for real missions, Ryomaru."

"I know, Mom," Ryomaru replied, leaning into her touch.

Miori then turned to the two girls, her smile warm. "Why don't you two join us for dinner tonight? I'd love to hear about your missions too."

Samui and Mabui exchanged a glance before turning back to Miori. "We wouldn't want to impose," Samui began, her voice measured.

"Nonsense," Miori insisted, her silver eyes twinkling. "I insist. Besides, Ryomaru would be delighted."

Ryomaru nodded, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Please, Samui-nee, Mabui-nee. It would be fun!"

The girls couldn't resist the young boy's pleading gaze, and they both agreed. Miori, satisfied with their response, then turned to Bee, who was still standing with the two women he had been flirting with.

"Bee," she called, her voice firm but respectful. "Would you care to join us?"

Bee glanced at Miori, his grin wide. "Nah, Miori-sama. I got some other plans," he gestured towards the women at his side, "But thanks for the offer."

Miori merely nodded, her feelings towards Bee slightly complex. He was the Raikage's brother, a reminder of the past she was trying to forget. Yet, she also knew that Bee was a good man at heart, even if he was a bit of a flirt.

Miori's gaze then drifted back to her son, her heart swelling with affection. She loved Ryomaru more than anything in the world. As she looked at him, her grip on him tightened, her thoughts clouded by her fear of losing him one day.

But for now, she decided to focus on the present, to cherish the moments she had with him. With one last glance at Bee, she turned back to her son, her smile wide and warm. "Alright, let's head home, my little dragon. We have two special guests for dinner."

Ryomaru's eyes lit up at that, and he turned back to Samui and Mabui, his voice high with excitement. "You hear that, Samui-nee, Mabui-nee? We're having a special dinner!"

The two girls shared a look before laughing, their eyes twinkling with amusement.

Upon arrival at Miori's humble home, Samui and Mabui were taken aback. Both women were aware that Miori lived separately, but considering her son was the progeny of the Raikage, they had anticipated luxury. Instead, they found themselves standing before a quaint, modestly furnished house, the opposite of opulence they had pictured.

Miori seemed to sense their surprise, and her silver eyes twinkled with amusement. "Welcome, Samui, Mabui," she gestured towards her home with a warm smile. The humble residence radiated warmth and an inviting sense of comfort that stood in stark contrast to the formal, intimidating grandeur of the Raikage's mansion.

As Miori invited them inside, the kunoichi duo was introduced to the gentle interior of the home. Cozy and thoughtfully arranged, every piece of furniture and decor echoed the practicality of its owner. The women were instantly struck by the genuine sense of tranquility that hung in the air.

"Wow, Miori-sama, your home is beautiful," Samui confessed, her eyes taking in the simplicity of the living room. The wooden floor was polished, and the walls adorned with family pictures, giving the place a welcoming touch.

"Thank you, Samui," Miori replied, her gaze softening. "I believe a home should be a reflection of its inhabitants."

The two kunoichi shared a glance, struck by Miori's words. Their understanding of her deepened; Miori was a grounded woman, choosing meaningful simplicity over grandeur and extravagance.

The sound of Ryomaru's laughter pulled their attention away. He was standing by the kitchen door, watching his mother tie an apron around her waist. His ice-blue eyes twinkled with anticipation as he hopped up onto a stool, ready to assist his mother.

The scene was so heartwarming that the older women couldn't help but smile. Mabui bent down to Ryomaru's level, her silver eyes sparkling with interest. "So, Ryo, do you always help your mom with dinner?"

Ryomaru nodded enthusiastically, a proud grin on his face. "Yep! Mom says I'm her best sous-chef!"

Miori chuckled at her son's proclamation, ruffling his hair affectionately. Her heart was brimming with love for this little bundle of energy that was her world. She loved him almost to the point of worshiping, adoring every little thing he did. Even the simple act of him rolling up his sleeves and tying on a miniature apron brought a lump to her throat and tears to her eyes.

The women watched as mother and son moved seamlessly around the kitchen, their familiarity with each other's movements reflecting their bond. Miori started chopping vegetables while Ryomaru sat on the counter, diligently peeling potatoes.

There was an easy banter between them, and Ryomaru's laughter echoed through the house as Miori told him a story. Every now and then, Miori would lean over to check on Ryomaru's progress, offering words of encouragement or advice.

The sight of this was so endearing that both Samui and Mabui found their hearts aching with warmth. There was a certain intimacy in their bond that was far more valuable than the grandeur of the Raikage's mansion. They realized that Miori, with her humble abode and loving relationship with Ryomaru, was richer than they had initially perceived.

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