Title: "-----" (aka "I have no clue so think of one if you want")
Author: Yukari Rin
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s)/Pairing(s): female!ShisuixYondaime
Rating: K+
Word Count: 466
Notes: written for Fuyumiko-sama. TWT and PWP-ness abounds. We don't know the Yondaime's name, and since he isn't the Yondaime in this, I didn't give him one because I refuse to use "Arashi" or any other popular fanon name. wants facts, Kishimoto!
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.

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The water wrapped itself around the poles holding the pier a foot above the lake's surface and continued spreading outward and lapping gently against the faded wood panels surrounding the lake. The occasional breeze was refreshing, not only because it was warmer than usual out for the time of year, but because it was the perfect day for training.

The young man sitting on the pier, his bare feet streaming back and forth as he slowly kicked his legs in the cool water, sighed and made no attempt to hide his yawn. He rubbed the center of his left hand with his right thumb and glanced into the water. His training partner was somewhere in the pool, but he wasn't sure of her exact whereabouts. Removing his thumb he focused at his left palm. A cool heat was followed by the end product of his three year labor.

"If you keep calling up your chakra, you'll waste it," a clear voice spoke. "It also makes the jutsu less impressive seeing it every five seconds."

The blond man on the pier smiled and shrugged. "Let's see you make something original."

"With my bloodline? Don't be absurd." The sound of water sloshing met the man's ears and a second after he felt long fingers curl around his ankles. "I'm not joining you, Shisui," he stated blandly, glancing at the area surrounding the lake. "What would your relatives think?"

Shisui pushed her head out of the water she was enjoying and raised a thin and perfectly arched brow. "I'd be congratulated for being so close to our village's esteemed leader."

The way she spoke so plainly never ceased to startle him at times, especially during the times she was frank about her family. The man smiled at her and pulled his legs up, shaking his feet dry. "Are you finished?"

"Yes. If you hadn't been so enthusiastic, I wouldn't have gotten as dirty. You're paying my cleaner's bill."

"Anyone would be happy about mastering an original jutsu. Even more-so for mastering one that can't be copied by a certain famous family."

Shisui reached onto the dock and pulled herself up. Her companion quickly covered her bare body with a towel. "Yes, well, it's a good thing you fell into my genjutsu otherwise you would be out of a sparring partner."

Reaching over to muss his friend's slick black locks he grinned. "I knew you'd think of something. It's why I picked you to train with."

Shisui snorted un-femininely and rubbed the towel against her body. She froze as she felt her blond friend's hands joining the task. He leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her pale lips. "Thank you, Shisui."

The woman turned her head away and reached for her clean shirt. "It was nothing," she stated quietly.