The rest of the train ride Aki was lost in thought, so much that when the train stopped at his station he looked up to notice it was raining. Getting off the train he walked to the edge of the covering over the exit. Getting his phone out he sent Miku a text. "Flash your lights." She read it and a minute later flashed the car lights. He took a deep exhale before making his way to the car. Getting into the passender seat he handed his wife the phone. No words not even a glance in her direction. 

Miku took the phone and looked at Aki with a questioning look.

"Read the text from Mitzumi." He said. Again without looking at her. He didnt want to add to whatever was about to happen.

Miku read the texts, all of them. She felt hurt and betrayed by her best friend. All the poison and hurt was now focused like the edge of a katana at her best friend instead of two people. A tear rolled silently down her cheek. She started the car and drove away from the train station. The car ride was silent. 

Aki realized by saving himself he doomed his wifes best friend. There was so much he wanted to say, Aki just didnt know if anything at this point would fix anything for his wife. She was lonely. This hurt him not that he showed it. It was raining and dark not the best time to fight even in an anime. Aki sat in thought about if there was anything he could do to help his wife but the answer was invisible to him. As the car rolled to a stop in front of their home he waited for her to make the first move. 

Miku got out. Lightning stuck in the distance, almost on que. She made her way to the front door used the key and walked inside. Aki followed silently. 

Aki inhaled through his nose. There was no food. Silently he took off his shoes and coat then went to the kitchen and turned on the lights. The switch was flipped but the power was out. A quiet sigh escaped his lips, the second the tail of the sound left his lips it began.

"I'll make dinner." She came into the kitchen taking down a pan and opening the fridge. 

"I dont want you to." He tried to say gently.

"You're hungry I'll make dinner." She tossed open the fridge and gathered some stuff.

"I want to talk to you." He paused as she whipped around to face him. Her eyes full of tears. "Please, I'm just trying to understand." He kept his voice calm and sincere. He had no way of knowing it was being perceived as cold.

"You didn't know? Didnt know I'm lonely? I dont like your two sluts you spend more time with then me. I am [i]your wife![/i]" She raised her voice. 

Aki rolled his eyes only to instantly regret it. "Listen to me. They are hard workers..." He flinched at the choice of adjective. "They are not sluts. They are the reason I was able to come home. You know Monday is the heavy day. I have to catch up on not just the weekend but the overseas accounts. Its not as easy as..." He cut it off but she finished the move.

"..As my job? Yes I dont have over seas accounts and only one specific niche, but it's still a job! [i]A job I work hard at![/i]" Her face was a mask of bitterness. The tears still rolled down as she yelled.

"I didnt say that you are putting the wrong words out!" He leaned in like a boxer trying to shorten the distance of the next blow. I am here the first night during a week in years because I love you. Because I put us first. Because I want the best for us! He chose the wrong words, "Its not as easy to get away until now. I have more obligations that are different from yours, and I cant come home or live closer to the house! I got those interns so if something that might of actually been important I can leave work!" 

"You can get away as much as you like with Mitzumi..." She knew it was wrong but her anger made her lash out blindly. "You two can get away all you want with your texts!" She slapped the kitchen counter hard!

It was a cheap shot that told Aki she was cornered. "Mitzumi was worried about you! You read the text! She is your friend! What is wrong with you?!" He fired back yelling in her face! It was a bad move. Even though he meant it as a place of concern the tone and yelling twisted it into a dagger he just handed to his wife. 

She used it. "HA! How did she know you had two interns? Do you invite Mitzumi over to the office at night? We need to talk? Since when do you and Mitzumi talk? Are you screwing her too? Is that why you are tired?!" 

He punched the table hard! "You know its not, stop being stupid! Maybe you're lonely because all you do is fight! I work that job take a hour train and sleep at the office for us! You wanted to live in the country side! You picked the house so far from my work! You bring Mitzumi to Karaoke! You invite her to come and drink at our house! You have a coworker friend! You have the half hour drive to work! You get to relax here instead of at your desk! You are so selfish!" He screamed at her, his love. All the dark resentment came spilling from his lips like a dragons breath! 

With that Miku fled into the bed room and slammed the door shut! Collapsing on the bed she cried her mind and soul was a typhon of emotion!  Miku screamed into a pillow! She punched and kicked the mattress! 

As he slumped against the wall he ran his hand through his black hair. He thought of the saying, "In war there are no winners, only casualties." He never felt like the winner of any of their fights. Because he regretted every fight they ever had. More thunder struck outside. The rain poured down the windows. Aki started making dinner. Half way he picked up the phone and sent a text to Mitzumi, "We need to talk. I need a ride to the train." Aki made rice, vegetables and a side of grilled fish. He hoped the smell would cox his wife from the bedroom. When it was clear she wasn't coming out he got the bed tray and made a nice presentation of it. Aki walked to the door and set it in front. He knocked twice and left the hallway. 

Returning to the dinner table he ate alone with a glass of water. After cleaning the kitchen to not add to the possible fight the next day Aki move to the living room. There was a hall closet and a bed sheet for guests. Aki took the sheet and made his way to the sofa. It was late and he still had work in the morning. He dreamed of their wedding day.