I don't own Naruto

This is a bit of a cynical fic, not full of rainbows and roses :) Just to tell you guys...

Being a shinobi's wife is an over glorified position. After all, who wouldn't want to be married to a shinobi. Men who could punch through walls and summon fireballs at will. Men who were heroes, who fought in wars, who were great.

There were so many things they weren't prepared for.

Periods were their husbands would be gone for months at a time, leaving a bored housewife with nothing better to do than fix broken uniform and weep at her naivety.

Women expected their shinobi spouses to be tender and loving, caressing their faces at every opportunity. What they do not expect is someone completely unversed in romance. A shinobi is bred to kill. Sometimes, seduction is necessary. But those are one night stands always end in death.

Women want their husbands to be some sort of magic man. Making a name for themselves while simultaneously helping take care of their children and training a good eight hours a day.

Shinobi need freedom, independence. They cannot be caged at home with a woman throwing themselves at them.

The naive ones would throw fits at waking up in the morning to an empty bed. Never mind that they only rose at ten in the morning and their husbands needed to train. Never mind that their husbands had already declined several missions to be with them and needed time alone.

Then, there were the nightmares. Where wives would wake up not to a romantic kiss but to a hand smacking them in the face. Where they would spend half an hour trying to wake their husband and another hour trying to calm them down.

Finally there is death. Women think their husbands are invincible, never expecting to get that black letter. The letter telling them that they are now a widow.

Being a shinobi's wife is so different from many childhood fantasies. But if one can stomach the blood and gore, can wait out the nightmares and long absences, and maybe, if she is a little lucky, being a shinobi's wife is more than fulfilling.