"So… um… sup?"

Naori was the one to break the silence. Kagami had decided to take an afternoon nap whilst Hashirama and Mito had suspiciously departed elsewhere.

"Nothing…" Tobirama's voice trailed away, because really, there was nothing much more awkward than sitting opposite of the woman who your ever-so-effervescent big brother decided to hook you up with. The fact that she came from a clan who had been the arch-nemesis of the Senju didn't exactly help either.

"Cool." She spoke abruptly. "So… do you like… ramen?" Crap, what the hell was that for?

"Sort-of," Tobirama nodded, his motion rigid and oddly robotic.

"Cool… so… yeah. Wait why are you here again?"

"My brother forced me to come."

"Kinda guessed so. Um… do you eat salad?"

"Salad?"

"Yeah, salad. The brat loves it so I make it for him the whole time. You know the salmon flavoured one with the whitish cream?"

"Um, yeah."

Naori paused. "Okay this is getting awkward, just keep staring out of the window pensively like you did for the past two hours."

Tobirama raised his eyebrows.

"Okay."


A/N: Thoughts? Predictions?

NOTE:

I've discontinued to stories, nominally:

1) Fix it!

2) How I met Your Mother

Could someone please be so kind as to continue it? ;) Just PMS me or leave behind a note in your review for this chapter.