A/N: Yo! It's been too long my dudes. Like a fucking year I think? Well, anyway, I'm not quite sure what I still want to do with this. I've run out of ideas, Naruto is now boring as fuck, but I'm still doing SI OC fics. Pretty neat.
For GaleSynch and Eh. Sorry this took so long.
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It began as all awkward Uchiha relationships begin.
A fire jutsu.
There are close to a hundred clan specific Uchiha fire jutsu, each more unique and powerful then the last. The most common one to use would be the Great Fireball jutsu, since originality is dead in this clan. However, much to the vast population of merchants anguish, Itachi's was the Fire Phoenix Roar.
If she hadn't ducked, Seine would definitely be one head less.
(It honestly was just bad timing for the imposter, poor timing for her soup, and excellent timing on the Uchiha)
Ikiyuki Seine is a merchant daughter, full time leather worker, part time brewer, and no time for reincarnation troubles. She went to a civilian school, outward on the flatter parts of the fire country, where there are likely more banjos then ninja. She didn't even associate with Konoha until she came of age, her thirteenth year lead by her father's passing and her own through the gates of hell (the village of the leaf, for short). Even in the heart of protagonist activity, she kindly shut up and ignored any blonde haired kids.
She understands what she's doing is selfish, perhaps a bit inhumane, but who could blame her? She probably got several volumes into Naruto before quitting and doing more productive things (like not living). She doesn't know the whole story, so why even bother helping it? It wasn't her problem, it was theirs. She liked to think she was the protagonist of her own story, if leatherworking and brewing was ever a fun thing to read.
She doesn't care, therefore doesn't do anything besides worry about when her mother will flop, or when her grandfather will stop pestering costumers. Or why there's suddenly another her walking around.
"Seine!" Her first clue was her mother yelling out the shop, when she was standing right next to her. "Seine, come back! Seine, darling!"
"Mama, I'm right here." The fifteen year old stared blankly at her mom, while the grayed women blinked.
"Seine, you aren't a ninja, how'd you get over here so fast?"
"I've been here the entire time, Mama…"
And then Seine entered the shop. No, not reincarnation Seine. A definite, not Seine-Seine. A definite ninja Seine.
There are three things that happen immediately.
One: Her mother shrieks. She's long since used to her mom overreacting to just about everything. She doesn't blame her mother for her bleeding ears, because she'd likely do the same if she saw her duplicated daughter.
Two: The bowl of soup in her hands is flying, not because she tripped, because she hadn't realized that was how she actually walked. She walked so darn funny, it looked humiliating. She instinctively looked down at her feet, the bowl bumping her knees and suddenly airborne.
(Note, she wasn't actually considering the ninja was walking this way and not herself, but ninja stuff always confused her anyway)
Three: The shop was on fire.
"Oh kage above!" Her mother pleaded, letting herself be lead away from the flames by her daughter. The customers were helping her grandfather out. "Seine, what have you done!"
"That wasn't me!"
Seine waved the smoke away, coughing and squinting at the smoking remains of their shop. A bubble of anger rose, because why the hell was a foreign ninja so deep in Konoha and why did another ninja decide to make her shop a barbeque?
Two figures emerged. The first was unconscious and being dragged in a deplorable state, with his tongue lolling out around his grey beard. The Kiri headband was a dead giveaway. The imposter then.
The second-
No.
Wait.
What.
It took her a moment to piece the spiraling red eyes, the long dark ponytail and the ANBU uniform before it all clicked into a rather deformed and unhappy puzzle. She honestly expected him to be taller for their age, but he was almost her height, with the Uchiha fluffiness giving him an extra inch.
Uchiha Itachi.
Murderer. Future murderer and torturer of several children and adults.
Uchiha.
Fucking.
Itachi.
And he had her soup.
While one hand dragged the imposter like a doll, the other held the steaming porridge like a server gifting a customer their meal. Her walks like a regal lord, his ninja sandals burnt and making that awkward squish sqwat noise when he steps. His face was too serious, eyes now a dull charcoal. She hardly realizes he's in front of her before the soup is extended to her.
"You dropped this, miss."
She blinks, because his voice isn't deep like she thought, and it still kind of sounds like he's going through puberty. That all washes away in horror as she realizes Uchiha Itachi is handing her soup!
"How do I know you didn't poison it?" She blurts before her mind can catch up to anything, much less her mouth. His eyebrows furrow and he looks like he just ate a nasty sour candy.
"Miss," He drops the imposter like dead weight and holds the soup up, "I'll try some, if you're worried."
She almost wanted to childishly call on the cooty syndrome for this, but remained tight lipped and he took a careful sip form the bowl. His nails, she notices, looked way to taken care of. And his hair, he must own the finest shampoo around.
"It was good." He praised and she balks, realizing she was so focused on his features she wasn't paying attention to the sip. He could have dumped it into something like those weird cartoons. "I apologize for the destruction I caused. My clan will reimburse you, I promise."
She twitched.
"No…" Seine took the bowl of his hands, half tempted to throw it in with the rest of the burning remains, "We have another shop located nearby. It won't be a problem. Your ninja business was important, after all."
Go away go away go away go away-
"I insist." He bowed which made her flinch in surprise. Ninja don't bow to civilians. "It was shameful as a skilled ninja to leave such a suspect lurking around. Allow me to-"
Ha. No.
"It's fine." She laughed loudly, scooting away and closer to where the crowd was. The Uchiha police were here, thank god, everyone wasn't watching her run away from a would be murderer. "Stop by anytime, not on my time, but not on ninja stuff, right? Right. Bye!"
She ran into the crowd faster than he could respond.
Her mother still blamed her about the explosion, much to her chagrin, and her grandfather simply huffed up a bunch about how that thing needed replaced anyway. No one seemed to remember or want to mention how an Uchiha handed her soup.
Crisis averted.
(Of course, no one gets away with landing an Uchiha in dept, especially a clan heir)
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Seine was in trouble.
"Hello again."
Big trouble.
"You mentioned a similar shop you owned. I apologize for not giving you a notice in advance," Cue look that was somewhat accusing and confused all the same time, "But I found it on my way home, and couldn't resist another taste of your specialty."
Seine was up to her ears in trouble. All she could manage was a quiet, "Ah…"
He'd found her. This was no coincidence. He was here, in her shop, an antagonist. An antagonist was complimenting her soup.
(She wasn't sure what to be more horrified about: the Uchiha himself, the fact he liked her soup, or the fact he remembered her)
"Right…" She smiled weakly. "The same as before?" Even if before had been half assed and likely tainted by his weird antagonist powers.
"Please." Again with the bowing.
She took extra long in making it, careful to keep an eye on him at the bar. He didn't make small talk with anyone beside him, merely drank his water and sometimes looked around quizzically. He hardly looked like the steel eyed murderer she remembered in the show. Then again, he hardly looked like the Uchiha heir with the stress lines already forming on his face. And the thousand yard stare. And the monotone voice that kind of made it sound like someone was talking to a brick wall.
Real lady killer, that one. Literally.
"Here." She placed the bowl as delicately as possible, despite desperately wanting to drop it on his pants.
He offered a smile, which looked so Mona Lisa Seine was sure she was going to have to wash her eyes out later, "Thank you for the meal."
"Anytime." She was so moving back to the country this was bullshit.
He took a few sips as she helped another customer, but cleared his throat when she passed by, "Ah, miss, I was wondering. Are you from out of Konoha?"
She deadpanned. "What gave it away?"
"Your accent." He gives a graceful nod like a knight accepting a king's order. "And, you seem much more honest than regular shopkeepers."
The compliment flew over her head just like her soup did, "Is this to get out of paying?"
He coughed, almost choking but pounding his chest to say, "You don't think very highly of me? I suppose that's reasonable. I would like to discuss about reimbursing your shop for the damages."
Seine cringed. Yeah, no. She wasn't looking forward to weird avenger money. While her family was a bit in the hole at the moment, they hadn't been there before. They could manage. She didn't want funds from a maniac.
"I said its fine." She smiled through the building grimace. "Ninja business, right? I'm sure you had to catch the guy. A lot more important than a little shack. Like, village important. Don't sweat it."
"I see…" He eyed the soup for a moment before announcing, "At least let me invite you to my family luncheon."
She damn near tripped. "Uh, heh, no thanks. Thanks for the offer? I'm busy."
He laughed delicately, "Not today, it'll be tomorrow at noon. There will be other families joining in. It would be shameful to at least not repay you with simply this."
He was guilt tripping her. This little shit was guilt tripping her, oh my god.
"W-We'll see." She choked out. "I still work. You know?"
His smile dimmed a bit but he nodded, "I understand. The invitation is still there."
With a bow, he left the shop, leaving a half eaten soup in his wake. Seine discretely shoved it to the side with a tab that said 'burn later'.
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That soup was poisoned. It was rotting her brains. She'd gone daft.
What else could have convinced her to come? She was absolutely certain she was going senile at fifteen, there was no other excuse. Other than her grandfather landing in the hospital for the hundredth time due to falling and her mother having to go watch over him leaving her to stew in the shop all day. It was boring and hot out and wow it was lunch already she was kind hungry why not-?
It was poisoned. He had so poisoned her.
"Ah, you came!" And there he was, dressed up casually like he was a civilian with that charming little smile that practically screamed diabolical things. "I worried you wouldn't show."
She was more worried about her sanity, but nodded politely anyway.
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A/N: Sorry for the abrupt end. Itachi really isn't my style and I figured yall at least deserved something. I'm done accepting requests on this. However, I'm open to new ideas for SI that isn't Naruto. It's gotten kind of overdone. Not to say there's still not some really good ones out there. But I think I'm putting this story to rest.
Catch ya on the flip side!