Characters: Utakata, Yugito
Summary: "I hear you like sashimi?"
Pairings: Utakata x Yugito
Author's Note: I always promised myself I would do a oneshot with this pairing one day, and here it is now. As a note, I don't watch the filler arcs; I know there's one where Utakata features prominently. So I don't draw anything concerning personality from the anime As for ages: Yugito is 17 in this, Utakata, 19.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
"I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get to meet you."
Yugito's pulled her neko ANBU mask away from her face, though the gear still melds to her skin, black shirt and pants and breastplate stark white in contrast. She's sitting at the top of a fire escape on an old, decrepit apartment building that over the years has been left mostly vacant, legs dangling off the side.
Calm, dull amber-gold eyes meet hers as the young man, probably no more than two years her senior, stands at a respectful distance at the other end of the fire escape, holding a bag in his arms.
The emissary from Kiri is very calm and collected, especially given his age. Capable of charming everyone himself while remaining aloof, Yugito watched with interest from the rafters as Utakata made his way towards the Raikage.
Interesting, how he seemed so detached and no one else noticed.
Yugito can guess at what facets lie beneath the mask—lack of life, like her own? Lack of companionship, lack of affection, lack of warmth? Left untouched, to take care of himself; she can sympathize.
Now, there's only a dull gleam of interest in his eyes, and something else—kinship, maybe? Yugito will never know, will doubtless never care. It doesn't matter, really.
Utakata steps forward, and with a keen nose Yugito can smell uncooked fish. "I hear you like sashimi?" he asks mildly, no trace of anything in his face.
Slowly, Yugito nods as he comes and gets down beside her, sitting with his legs off the side. He's taller than her, Yugito notices. Her face is just as neutral as his. "That's right."
"Well—" he takes a box out of the bag and hands it to her; it is black cardboard with cream-colored designs over it "—you're lucky, since so do I."