I haven't had much time, exams have started. ;-;
Not to mention the family is being very unfair to me recently. Sigh.
I've also drawn *wiiiiinnnceee* what Sae's outfit has changed to. It came out more flashy than in mind, and I am in no means a computer artist, but, well, you get the general idea from it.
http : / / i150 . photobucket . com /albums /s83 /jessicalol_2007 /Saezuri21 . gif
Remove the spaces and such, of course. ^
SerbiaTakesCntrl- Long hair doesn't agree with Sae. :b
jennyz- Exactly. XD And I don't think of Madara as one to fall for that kind of thing at all.
bittersweetties- I have it planned out, not to worry. (:
Hidden in Sunlight- Ituko is from more of the beginning of Sparrow, the one Madara uplifted into leading crime boss back in Grass's capitol. If you remember that far back. XD
malandiva- Eheh, thanks. Madara comes as easy to write to me now. :b
-PENUCHI-- Yes! Sequel! *throws confetti*
kitten652- Thank you~!
Zuckaiy- This nows line up with when Naruto was first struggling to become a genin. The veryyy start of the series. (:
SAYAMO- Yes, Sae definitely will be fleshing out even more. She's not so passive anymore.
Bad language, ahoy!
"Ne, can you summon one of your cats for me?" Sae asked as she crouched before Madara, her arms wrapped around her abdomen comfortably as she watched him glance up from the files he was riffling through. Cross-legged on the floor of their inn room, he struck a bored position at the mundane task he was working on.
"If you wish." He raised an eyebrow, slashing his thumb with a flick of a kunai. Madara formed the handseals as he went back to reading, a puff of smoke obscuring his hand as he touched the floor. Sae blinked curiously when a small black kitten came tumbling out of the smoke, a large cutesy bow tied around its neck that had the Uchiha crest was decorated on. Not even giving a glance to the tiny cat, Madara shuffled to the next file, Sae catching sight of a ninja registration picture on the sheaf of paper.
"Why the fuck did you summon me, you old hag?" The kitten scalded Madara, tiny, sharp teeth flashing. Sae's brows shot to her hairline at the cat's brusque nature, restraining a chortle when Madara said nothing, flipping the kitten off its feet with a swat of his hand as he kept his eyes glued to the papers in front of him. With a ferocious, high-pitched growl, the tiny creature righted itself with a arrogant fluff of his tail, fur standing on end.
"It was me that wanted you." Sae tapped the floor with her index and middle finger, drawing the cat's immediate attention.
"Who the hell is this bitch?" Jaunty, the kitten looked her crouched form up and down, green eyes sharp. Saezuri squinted in irk, refraining from following Madara's example and swatting him again.
"My name," Sae picked the kitten up by the knotted bow, fingers mingling with the fur on the scruff of his neck, "is Saezuri. And I need some information from you, if you'd be so kind as to oblige." Channeling Ituko, Sae narrowed her eyes, watching the kitten's large ears lay flat against his head as he bared his teeth at her. Raking out with sharp claws, the kitten was disappointed when she arched her wrist away, denying him flesh to mangle.
"Alright, alright, lady. Put me down!" His hind legs kicked wildly, Saezuri smirking darkly as she flicked her hand open, letting the tiny cat fall the two feet to the floor. With a delicate thud the kitten landed on all fours, giving an evil look to Sae. "I'm Pii, as he failed to mention." The kitten raked an ornery paw over his head, flattening his ruffled fur.
"Pii, eh? Well tell me, how do I get on your summoning contract?" Sae settled further onto her knees, aware of how Madara's eyes flicked up to rest on her, finally learning her intentions.
"Why the fuck would you want to sign with us? Are you an idiot?" Pii's left ear fell flat, his green gaze frank on her. His black fur ruffled as he ducked to avoid Madara's hand, the Uchiha lashing out at the tiny cat.
"Watch it, Pii." He warned darkly, going back to skimming the stack of shinobi files in front of him. Sae blinked rapidly as Pii twitched his whiskers, tiny claws flexing into the wood floor.
"I'll bring out my father, then. He isn't going to be happy, you shit." The kitten eyed Sae as he stood to his miniscule height. A larger boof of smoke filled her attention, a big, tattered orange tabby cat appearing.
"Pii?" Grizzled, the cat cocked his head at his young offspring, before his sharp attention settled on Saezuri.
"I'd like to get on your summoning contract." Sae immediately forwent any introductions, the weathered cat growling deep in his throat.
"Absolutely not." His piercing green eyes swung to Madara, slitted pupils contracting, "Did you put her up to this, you worthless-" The orange tabby hissed when Madara raised a blazing sharingan, ears flattening against his head. With one last withering look at Sae, he crouched and de-summoned himself, Pii following shortly after with a sharply amused glance. At a loss, Saezuri let her hands flop into her lap, not quite sure what had just happened.
"Uchiha cats are not very friendly creatures." Madara chuckled darkly as he set aside the file in hand, laughing eyes observing Sae's dejected slouch.
"So I noticed." She frowned, eyes flying wide when Madara shifted with one fluid movement, a hand flying out and hooking around her throat as he swept her down to the floor roughly. Slightly winded, Sae inhaled sharply as he hovered over her, long inky strands of his hair pooling onto her chest.
"It's not wise to trifle with my associates so lightly." His free hand fisted in her freshly cut hair, the short strands like liquid silk between his fingers. Madara easily slipped the scarf from around her neck, tracing the revealed silky scar that threaded its way across her skin. How it irked him that even after being away from him for several months, Saezuri never regressed into the mindlessly obedient girl he had swept away from that whore house two years ago. She kept her easy familiarity, never afraid to stray from his side and get her nose burned.
"I-" She whispered, stunned. Dark doe eyes connected with Madara's churning sharingan, and for a moment he was reminded of the girl he had first met; blindly innocent, always polite to a fault. Her shortened hair only added to that childish image, his eyes narrowing at the notion.
"It's how you always find yourself in such deep trouble." His hand twisted, pulling against her dusty blonde strands harshly, "You assume that they're blindly devoted to me, when that's not the case at all. They clamor to chip at any chink in my armor, finding that in you. Weak, trusting little Saezuri." His face hovered inches from her own, eyes bright and mad as he studied her expression. Sae fought to wrap her mind around his words, their deep velvet echos resounding in her head. She could see now, how others came with the notion of Madara's insanity; he was too abstract, too alien, too intense. Saezuri couldn't trace his mental workings, her lips parting as she tried to decipher whether he was being malicious or merely issuing a warning. With an impulsive decision Sae closed the small distance between them, Madara's lips unresponsive as she hooked her arms around his neck, ignoring the nearly eye-watering pain he was wrecking on her scalp in favor of soft caresses, cupping his jawline with both hands as she strained her abs to keep her back arched off the wooden floor.
"I'm not so weak anymore." She whispered fleetingly, thumbs tracing delicate circles on his chin, "You've made sure of that to all extents. I can hold my own now." She trailed butterfly kisses up to his earlobe, brushing the bridge of her nose under the harsh line of his jaw. A large flutter of relief lifted her stomach as the deathgrip on her hair relaxed, his large hand skimming through the rest of her locks, before trailing down to settle in the small of her back, Sae's balance no longer precariously teetering.
"You have to watch your steps. Things are about to escalate into something barely handable for you." His silken voice purred into her ear, sharingan narrowed as he took in the confident flicker in her features.
"I can do it. Promise." She murmured, surprised when he hauled the both of them to their feet in one graceful movement. Setting her on unsteady feet, Madara collected his stack of files from the floor as Sae threaded a cautious hand over her scalp, the skin tender under her touch. "What were those?" She flicked a hand at the pile of manilla folders in his grip, stress leaking out of her face when Madara's irises faded back to onyx.
"Rouge shinobi's files. I need a replacement for one of my subordinate's partners." He let the stack fall to the desk with a heavy thud, Sae reading the subtle irk in his face.
"Replacement? What happened?" She stooped to grab her trailing red scarf from the floor, tying it around her neck once more and obscuring her scar from view.
"Kakuzu doesn't take kindly to others telling him what to pursue." Madara snorted delicately, his arms crossing as he regarded the stack of shinobi profiles. Not one had been even a plausible match to give to the irritable man. Kakuzu took orders readily enough from Pein, but not from those he deemed 'under' him. "Which, speaking of, we'll be delivering that suitcase to." Madara jerked his head towards the case of money set against the wall by the door out of their room. Sae blinked in understanding as she settled on the bedside. She was slowly getting reacquainted with traveling with Madara, switching over from her familiarity of Ituko's sharp wit. Comfortable with the Uchiha, she much preferred him over the arrogant crime boss Ituko liked to personify, even though she would miss the woman.
Thoughts?
