Wow, I posted, and then realized I had forgotten to write an Author's Note. Not that anyone reads these I'm sure, but I do like to hear myself talk. So thanks to Marcab, for being in-generally great, and I did not want to bother you yet with something that was only 320 words. Also thanks to Kakashi's Dog and Mira-Chan, who reviewed my last story, Gaze. Right. That's all, I think. Oh, and these pseudo-drabbles (I am incapable of writing as few as 100 words) will be really random topics, genres, characters, events and times, and I might end up changing the rating later. But they will all take place in Konoha. Yeah.
Disclaimer: Ya think? I don't even own the title or half of my summary. They came from the song Michi to You All by Aluto, one of the Naruto Shippuden endings.
Shizune did not by any means consider herself nosy. She would admit (grudgingly) that she had a tendency to be just a little overbearing, but when it came to a woman like Tsunade, there wasn't any way around it. Still, nosy was that Hyuuga boy who'd used his Byakugan to spy on his unsuspecting teammates in their houses or the flower-selling girl, always buzzing around listening for the latest juicy gossip. Or Jiraiya who had not only broken into the women's onsen last week, but had seen fit to inspect the poor girls' undergarments, while they were outside, bathing.
Well, perverted may have been a more accurate word than nosy, in this case.
Still, those peoples' behaviour was leagues from hers, Shizune told herself as she kneeled on the hard wooden floor, the bottom drawer of Tsunade's desk open in front of her, and a large stack of paperwork to her left. No, this was not nosiness, but responsibility when her mentor couldn't be bothered to skim over a few contracts.
Dammit, Tsunade hadn't even glanced at this stuff!
Well, nothing. Shizune tried the next drawer, which seemed considerably less dusty than the others had been. Maybe this was where the Hokage had put her latest documents.
She opened it, sighed, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. Of course. The bottle clinked slightly as Shizune removed it from the drawer, placing it on the floor next her, and for the first time she felt a bit guilty.
But then, this wasn't nosiness. When there were myriads of people shoving paperwork in her direction, Tsunade had no business drinking sake.
No, Shizune didn't feel guilty. It was, after all, her responsibility to rid the office of anything that might hinder the Hokage's ability to make sound judgements.
Besides, Shizune was sure as hell she needed it oh-so-much more.