Introduction [1/100]
Third P.O.V
(M/n) Koimura is a prince of the noble Koimura clan, alongside the Hyuuga and the Uchiha. However, unlike his prodigal cousins, (M/n) did not have the overwhelming skills of a samurai. His father Taro Koimura, was a round, plump man whom believed that learning defense was only for his lesser-classmen the daimyo and their samurai.
That didn't cease (M/n)'s will to learn as he secretly met up with Sasuke and Itachi Uchiha [at separate times, the younger couldn't stand the older] and occasionally Neji Hyuuga in order to augment his skills in swordsmanship. He slowly but gradually improved, using the tips that Itachi often gave him before ending their training session, while practicing in his family kendo room.
"You need to be a bit quicker on your feet, (N/n)." The raven haired male suggests, piercing his sword into the ground. He holds out his hand, waiting for his protégé to grab it. "Yes, Itachi-sensei." (M/n) grins faintly, his (e/c) hues glimmering in determination. "Wash up and gain rest. Tomorrow the Star Festival begins, I'm sure your father would want you to look extravagant."
Nodding his head, the (h/c) noble brushes off his black kimono and brown hakama. "Will you be accompanying me to lunch tomorrow?" (M/n) questions hopefully, observing his master pull his katana out of the soil and slip it back into its sheath in one swift movement. With a small smile, Itachi replies with an amused tone. "Of course. Don't I always?"
The student feels his face go hot in embarrassment, for a moment when his maven teases him, is extremely rare. "Yes, but it always feels nice to have reassurance." A silky chuckle erupts from Itachi's mouth, catching (M/n) off guard once again. "You've been cautious your whole life, haven't you?" Pouting slightly, the young male turns his head.
"And if I were to say that I was?" The raven cups his cheek, brushing his thumb over a (s/c) cheek. Then I'd fall for you even more. The pale man inched closer, onyx eyes focused on the plump lips in front of him, which were slightly parted, as if to invite him in. "Itachi, I see you're getting sensual with little bitty (N/n) again." The said male sighs, closing his eyes.
His immediate cousin [unlike (N/n) who was only considered a cousin through their ancestors] Shisui, jogged up to the duo, swinging an arm around (M/n)'s shoulder, a broad smile decorating his lips. "Don't fret young one! I'll protect you from Itachi the Pervert!" Blushing from his harassment, Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose, eyebrow twitching softly.
To make matters worse, his protégé laughed alongside Shisui, finding amusement in his current predicament. "Who wouldn't kill for one night with a handsome young noble? (M/n), you should head home while the night is still young. Otherwise you could run into some real deviants." The jokester stops joking, his expression stern yet kind. "Right. Father might be worried."
Putting away his katana, (M/n) bows, bidding his farewells. "Have a nice night Shisui, Itachi-sensei!" The curly-haired raven waves, chuckling. "So long!" "Same to you as well." Itachi watches the (h/c) male jog off, before turning to glower at his cousin. "Itachi the Pervert? What other devilish names have you thought up for me?"
Shisui smiles, "It was only at a moment's notice, 'Tachi. I have no other names." "Hn."
Kakashi and Obito strolled leisurely around Konoha, chatting about the latest gossip that has been going around the village. "Kurenai is most definitely in love with Asuma. That anyone could tell." The Uchiha nods his head in agreement, adding laughter for emphasis. "But she doesn't know that he has his sights set on Shikamaru, the student."
Obito replies, feeling pity for the heterosexual woman. "Oh? I haven't heard of that yet." Kakashi raises an eyebrow, before narrowing them, resting a hand on his sword. The sound of footsteps rushing towards the exit of the Uchiha compound was evident enough to bring up his guard. As a man of his reputation, many ninja and rival samurai sought out his life.
Kakashi's eyes widened at the sight of a young man running his way, his eyes a brilliant (e/c) shade and his hair a vibrant (h/c). His black kimono was slightly disheveled, exposing his flawless (s/c) chest. Completely lost in his own world, the silver haired swordsman didn't notice the angelic figure closing more distance with each step until suddenly, they collided.
"M-My apologies!" (M/n) flushed in mortification, bowing multiple times. He may have been a prince, but he knows his manners, unlike his father, whom could be currently lying in bed while the servants brought him his food. Kakashi's pupils expanded at the scent his subject of admiration emitted, as it slowly wafted into his nose, overriding his common sense.
"No problem…" He murmurs in a dazed state, turning his head to follow after (M/n), who rushed past him in order to return to the Koimura compound. His hakama has a white koi fish on it.{above} Kakashi notes, before stiffening. "A koi fish. Is he from the Koimura clan?" Obito nods his head, not fazed by the sight of the young noble speeding out of his clan's compound.
"He is Itachi's protégé I've been telling you about, (M/n) Koimura. I had a hunch that you might have taken a liking to him." Obito chuckles at his comrade's befuddled expression. "This is more than just a liking, Obito. He's perfect." The raven snorts loudly, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "You've got to be pulling my leg! It's not like you to fall in love so quickly!"
Grunting in annoyance, Kakashi glares at the smaller male. "Tomorrow is the Star Festival, I'll be making a commitment to him, and will follow through to the end." This caused Obito to laugh harder as he held his stomach, tears threatening to leak from his onyx eyes. "Don't hold your breath Kakashi, you and love are two words that should never be together."
I will make my presence known to him. It's a promise.
