Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any other franchise mentioned.
This is the companion piece to The Unlucky Fox. If you have not read that story, than this one won't make much sense at all.
Like I mentioned in my other story, I tend to be pretty busy so my updates definitely won't always be consistent (or often).
Let me know if you spot any errors, and leave a review if you liked it. ;)
EDIT: I made some tweaks to the chapters. May or may not be noticeable.
The Reminiscing Fox
Chapter 1 - Table for Six
Age 5
I had always been somewhat of a wild child in my past life; I loved to explore the forests, climb trees, catch tadpoles, and play with the local wildlife. My original family always thought it was weird that I seemed to prefer the company of animals to people. The fact of the matter is, I simply did not trust people in my past life (excluding close family). Sure, I still made a few friends, but deep down I never dropped my guard. It was a lesson I had learned as a child; People were cruel. That's why I preferred animals and nature.
It was only natural that this love of nature carried on to my next life.
I was currently in the woods by the Uchiha compound, atop my favorite tree holding a bag of leaves (Why the bag you ask? You'll see). It was autumn, turning the leaves lovely shades of yellows, oranges, and reds. Autumn had always been my favorite season because of this.
I sighed in contentment, leaning further into the tall maple tree. The cool breeze was making me sleepy, and I doubtlessly would have fallen asleep if I hadn't heard my father calling me.
"Musume!" he barked not too far away from my tree, not having yet noticed my exact position. If there was one thing I was good at, it was masking my presence and being very sneaky in general (it drove my occasional guards nuts too).
An impish grin crept onto my face. I waited until my disgruntled father was directly under the tree, and then I poured the leaves onto his head. I started snickering when my now twice as disgruntled father peered up at me witheringly.
"Musume..." he growled, leaves sticking out of his black mane.
"Yeeess?" I replied playfully, jumping from the tree to the ground in front of him.
Madara looked torn between popping me on the head or simply continuing to glare at me balefully. He eventually settled for letting out an exasperated sigh that reminded me of the noise a tired billy goat might make. I instantly imagined a goat with my father's hair style and busted out laughing like a maniac.
...I laughed out loud didn't I?
The 'what the hell have you been smoking' look on his face made it obvious.
"Just get inside. Your mother will have a fit if we're late for dinner again," he grumbled irritably.
"Sure, Dad," I cackled, earning an eye-roll.
When we arrived, my mother and Aunt Mito were almost finished setting up the table. My mother took a moment to smile at me, which I reciprocated.
'Oh yeah. My Aunt and Uncle are eating with us today' I remembered. '...and my other Uncle, Tobirama, but he's not important,' I added jokingly.
As soon as they noticed me, Hashirama gave me a wave and a goofy grin and my Aunt greeted me warmly. I greeted them back, smiling.
Tobirama ignored me. Ass.
My father prodded me out of the doorframe and strode in like he was trying to look as awesome as possible in front of my Uncles.
Too bad he forgot to get the leaves out of his hair, making him look ridiculous.
Hashirama let out a strangled laugh he saw Madara, but covered it up with an over-exaggerated cough. Even Tobirama looked like he was desperately trying not to burst out into a fit of (not so) manly giggles at Madara's attempted (and failed) posturing.
My mother and her sister, however, immediately fell into a bout of shameless laughter at his expense.
Needless to say Madara was not amused in the slightest, and he made sure to give me the stink-eye as he went outside to get the leaves out of his hair. Hey, at least I had the decency to look sheepish.
I'd be lying if I said dinner was uneventful, but what else would you expect when you have Madara, Tobirama, and Hashirama in a room together?
Honestly, I had expected Hashirama to have better aim too.
Things went downhill when Hashirama got into a retarded argument with his brother, when Tobirama insulted his terrible singing skills. How did this conversation on my uncle's tone-deafness start you ask? I have no idea to be honest.
Well, Hashirama is pretty sensitive about his not-so-awesome singing, so he responded with all the maturity of a 4th grader.
He threw a wad of his sticky rice at his brother.
The problem is he missed and the rice went sailing into my father's hair (which he had recently rid of the leaves). Have you ever seen two grown men get into a cat fight at the dinner table? It was complete with swearing, hair pulling, and eye poking too. I looked over to Tobirama, who had his face firmly planted in one of his hands, and to my mother and aunt who had a look of murder in their eyes.
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