Naruto Fan Fiction
SI-OC!
(Title)
"The Weasel and His Cat"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Naruto'!
WARNING! RATED M! For warnings of harsh language.
It was one of those rare days that the Feline left the comfort of her solitude of her own free will and ventured into the Village. Usually she wouldn't be able to suffer the vaugely disguised militaristic atmosphere of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, but, she figured that today was special occasion after all.
Today, was being celebrated as the official end of the Third Shinobi World War.
The Feline had had a sardonic laugh when young Shisui announced the celebration the other day, much to the two boy's bemusement. She knew that unofficially the War had ended last September when the great 'Hero' Namikaze Minato had single-handedly massacred over a thousand Iwa shinobi within a single day.
She remembers, the Leaf had celebrated then, too.
It was on this rare of rare days that she chose to walk the streets of the Uchiha District. She very much liked the food the street vendor's would sneak to her when she passed. The Uchiha clan were particularly fond of cats, she observed. She would wonder how much of it had to do with the old Hag and Nekomata-chan at the Cat Fortress? She then shuddered as unpleasant thoughts of that old witch had sprung up without her consent. Her time was better spent on sneaking fried morsels from the sheep-minded humans than think upon old memories.
It was a small matter to one such as her to bound onto a fence and walk along it, one of the few benefits of her furred form, to get a better view of the crowded streets, apathetic eyes took in the sight below her. The dirt streets were filled with colorfully-dressed humans with laughter, cheers, blithe chatter filling air in every direction. In the distance she could even hear the sounds of a concert towards Senju Park, there was also talk of a fireworks display after the sun had set.
Noisy, she thought. With a flick of her long tail, the Feline turned and headed deeper into the district, towards the main compound where there was bound to be less merriment and more sheep-people with a partiality towards standoffish cats. Crossing a particularly high wall she heard a voice, speaking so animatedly the Feline was hard-pressed to believe it belonged to one of the Clan. As not many outsiders were entirely comfortable traveling so deep into the district, her curiosity was admittedly piqued to see what kind of soul would brave the trip.
It was on a idle whim that she descended from her stone walkway and into a traveled into a well-cultivated garden, towards the excited voice. It wasn't until she came upon a small patio that she recognized the form of the Clan's matriarch, Uchiha Mikoto, and her swelling stomach. Sitting across from her was the source of the excited chatter, a fair-looking woman with violet eyes and a mass of long, red hair that fell down her shoulders only to gather at her feet was speaking rapidly to the dark-haired woman while making spirited gestures with her hands. The Feline approached, her curiosity growing. The red-haired woman seemed vaguely familiar to her, like a nagging feeling in the back of her mind.
"—I'm just worried about him is all! Ever since the announcement last month he hasn't been sleeping, y'know! I think he's way too stressed about getting the Hat. He hardly even touched his ramen the last time we went out, Mikoto! His RAMEN!" she cried incredulously.
The physical embodiment of grace, Uchiha Mikoto, did not roll her eyes at the other woman's wild gesticulating. Instead she spoke with a genteel smile and placating tone of voice, "I'm sure it's only temporary, Kushina. It will pass once he's had time to adjust to it all."
"That's what Biwako-Obasan said too! She keeps saying that it just an 'adjustment period' and that I should just 'calm down'! Can you believe that? She told me to calm down! It crazy!"
Mikoto nodded good-naturedly, "Unthinkable."
"Right!? It's crazy talk!" Kushina huffed.
Mikoto poured more tea, still nodding. "Completely."
"I mean, she even-" the woman, Kushina, stopped so abruptly that Mikoto looked up in mild alarm. Her friend was staring off into the bushes.
Wide violet eyes were locked with apathetic lime-green ones.
"Mikoto..." she murmured quietly, "...please tell me you see that cat, too."
Mikoto also glanced towards the Feline, she raised a brow at the unfamiliar stray. "Yes, Kushina. I see the cat." then her voice took on a dryer tone when Kushina continued to stare intensely, "I also saw a bird this morning. Right outside the kitchen window if you can believe it."
Kushina didn't seem to hear Mikoto's quip as her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head to the side.
"It's... kinda creepy... just sittin' there... watching us." she murmured, in the next second she snatched something off the table next to her and held it out with a wide grin, "Here kitty-kitty! Wanna treat?"
The Feline stared at the cracker dully, her ear flicking in annoyance. She was a cat, not some dog that would take scraps from off the table. She was quite unimpressed. After getting no response, Kushina snorted in an unladylike way as she popped the cracker in her own mouth and spoke around it, spurting crumbs as she did. "Hah! She's an Uchiha alright! Just lookit how she turned her nose up at us 'ttebane!"
In response, Mikoto merely gifted her longtime friend and confidant a gracious smile. As a retired Kunoichi, it was just as deadly as it was beautiful. The woman with painfully bright red hair paled visibly, quickly raising her hands in surrender.
"Ah-cha-cha-cha! I'm sorry! I take it back!" Mikoto's intimidating aura lessened and the other woman sighed and shook her head, "You're so scary, Mi-chan! I don't know how your husband puts up with you all of the time, 'ttebane. Not to mention my godson! Poor 'tachi-chan..."
The Uchiha matriarch demurely raised her cup to her lips before murmuring, "I wonder the same thing about Minato-kun all of the time, 'shina-chan."
They shared a glance before they simultaneously breaking into cheerful laughter and a soft chuckling. Soon, their conversation turned toward the dark-haired woman's swelling stomach and the topic and speculation of the unborn infant's sex and possible baby names.
The Feline could place the woman now. She was the lover of the soon-to-be Yondaime Hokage. Mother of the empty-headed, gold-hearted protagonist of a story she once heard about. A dead woman, or, soon to be one anyways. Her curiosity sated, the Feline turned and left, continuing on her way.
"Eh!? Tomomi is that you?"
It was young Shisui's voice that reached her ears. She took one look at the street-side of the fence and with a mischievous smile from the curly-haired youth, she quickly found herself sprinting back towards the noisy street to escape. Ever since their initial meeting weeks ago now, the thick-headed boy had gotten under the impression that inside the Feline was secretly a lover of all humans and that she only needed some encouraging.
Encouraging via... ugh, hugs.
Somehow, she blamed the little weasel for this.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Well, this was oddly absent of any Ita-chibi. Pooh. But there was a peek at the Mothers pf the Narutoverse! I think that Kushina is a badass. Too bad we didn't get to see more of her. Hope you liked this!
I loooove you!
-Nanami