You walked up the stairs to your apartment complex, breathing a sigh of relief now that your day was over with and you could be with your husband. You paused when you realized you still had blood on your knuckles from having to make a show of a traitor to your division of the Yakuza- making the backstabber be the prime example of what happens to those who betray the group.

“Shit..” You huffed in annoyance as you kept walking up the stairs before you made to the floor your apartment was on.

You trudged to the apartment door and turned the handle and walked inside. You could already smell the aroma of your favorite meal coming from the kitchen- making you smile a bit as you took off your jacket, revealing your tattooed upper body and hanging it on the coatrack.

“My Love? Is that you?” Kyojuro spoke up from the kitchen- blissfully unaware of what you had done the entire day, something you wished to keep if it meant he’d still be with you without having to worry too much.