Ume and/or Shun: How did you two meet?
(Very belated, sorry, bansheewale).
Ume: Shun was the literal girl next door.
Shun: Kunoichi next door.
Ume: Same difference. Point is, she was smart and gorgeous and adjacent, and there was just the small problem that I was already married, had a two-year-old, and all the guilt.
Shun: We didn’t do anything until you got divorced.
Ume: Well, there was that one kiss.
Shun: Or three.
Ume: But mostly I tried to be a decent human being while having my personal crisis. I knew I was bisexual, that wasn’t the issue, but I really did love Kenta—Raidou’s father—and even though we were having issues, a *lot* of issues, I wanted to do my damnedest to make things work. I’d made a commitment; I wasn’t going to scupper it over a moment of weakness. (I also didn’t want to fall into that terrible stereotype about unfaithful bisexuals, because really.) But you know what they say about best intentions. Kenta was also a shinobi—
Shun: She has a type.
Ume: Interrupting smartasses? Yes. Yes, I do. The war put a lot of strain on us, is the point, and Kenta didn’t handle it well. He was withdrawn, frustrated, angry. We started to fight all the time. Well, we were already fighting, but we started to fight *more*, and at that point it wasn’t even about Shun anymore. My marriage was breaking down. In the end, it didn’t matter how much I wanted to make things work, we weren’t two pieces that fit anymore. We got a divorce. I kept the house, and Kenta moved back in with his parents. Three months later, he went out to the battlefields and never came back.
Shun: That wasn’t your fault.
Ume: I know, I just— You always wonder.
Shun: We got together a little while after that, carefully. Ume still took some grief for it.
Ume: I have an aunt that still doesn’t talk to me, but she’s an old baggage. Raidou loved Shun from the start, though. They always just… understood each other. I think her calm resonates with him. Kenta and I were never very good at calm.
Shun: You’ve gotten better.
Ume: Forty-three years of practice, and the hope of occasionally winning an argument. Anyway, dear, I hope that answers your question.