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.
He was not older than four years of age the first time he wandered into her domain. She had been enjoying years of peaceful solitude before he had blundered his way upon her. Uchiha Itachi. Slayer of the Uchiha Clan. S-Class rouge Shinobi. Hailed prodigal genius. Martyr.
One of the most dangerous men to have ever walked the earth, had fallen into a hole.
She had been very unimpressed.
When he found he could not liberate himself from his current predicament, he had tried calling out for help. He had gone on for well over an hour before he quieted.
…then the tears came.
He did not wail, for which she was grateful, but the consistent sniveling and soft whimpers ringing through the forest had thoroughly disrupted the peaceful quiet she had been previously enjoying. She had decided that if her tranquility were to return, then she would have to rid herself of the small Uchiha spawn.
Oh. How naïve she was.
She had found him curled into a ball in the ruins of an old, abandoned stone building. His face buried in his knees. The boy had looked pitiful, she thought. He had looked up when he sensed her approach. The young killer's nose was red and runny, his eyes puffy and shiny from his most recent tears as he looked towards the shadows where she prowled.
"H-Hello?" He uttered with a quiet voice.
"Why do you remain here, child? Begone, back to your village." She ordered.
He lifted a small arm and wiped the mucus from his face. She scrunched up her nose in distaste. He was not one for first impressions, was he? "I would but I have hurt my ankle and I don't know the way out of here, Yōkai-san."
She snorted ungracefully.
He thought she was a ghost? In sense she supposed he was right. She certainly did not belong to this world.
She stepped forward from the shadows and gifted the boy with a cool stare as she evaluated him. His dark hair that didn't even reach the nape of his neck, his soft white skin that has yet to have scar or callous to them, his large black eyes that held an unnatural knowing to them. He was innocent child still. Eyes bright and full of wonder. Uncorrupted by this world and all it's trappings.
Yet, she reminded herself.
She knew it was only a matter of time before the child sitting before her was turned into a child soldier. The same way she knew he would be no ordinary child soldier either, Uchiha Itachi was, and forever will be, one of the finest and most efficient killing machines ever to emerge from the barbaric Shinobi system of this world.
He had blinked those large eyes at her before he stated the most obvious thing he could.
"You're a cat."
"And you are a noisy child." She informed him without any semblance of courtesy.
"You can talk." He said, as if that was the strangest thing in this insane world. She has yet to be impressed with Uchiha Itachi.
"As can you. Congratulations." She drawled, sarcasm dripping from her tongue.
His small, dark brows furrowed together as he scrutinized her form. "But you're a cat. How can you speak the same language as I do?"
Her ear twitched in annoyance. She did not like to be consistently reminded of the fact that her body is not the same as it once was. She turned away from the boy and began to tread towards the exit. The sooner that he was gone, the sooner she could nap again. When she did not hear him behind her, lime-green eyes turned to stare at the boy. "Do you intend to waste away there, child? There is a stick beside you. Use it and follow."
Onyx eyes slid to the side and spotted a fallen branch that was easily larger than he was and could support his weight. The young boy got onto his hands and knees and crawled over to the branch and began the careful operation of standing without adding any additional pressure to his wounded ankle. When he looked back up, the strange talking cat was waiting on him. Itachi wasted no time in making his way to her side, being mindful of his injury.
He wondered if she was a wild cat or if she belonged to someone. Her black coat was very sleek and looked clean. Itachi had briefly wondered while he was crying if he had made a mistake in choosing to explore the abandoned Senju buildings outside the Village walls without telling anyone, but it's clear that his ancestors were watching over him today. He made a mental note to be very generous the next time he leaves offerings at the family shrine. Perhaps his ancestors would like mochi or some of Uncle Teyaki's Senbei? He very much liked them.
She began leading him down the dim tunnel draped with moss and items from a time long forgotten. As he trailed after her, he thought to fill the silence that hung between them. He had so many questions after all. "Are you a summons? Is that how you can speak the same language?"
"I am bound to no soul other than my own. And do not assume that because I look like a cat, that I will stand being treated as such. I am not some thing to be studied."
"I apologize if I made you feel that way, Neko-san. I am just curious. Did Nekobaa teach you to speak?" He had asked with wide, shiny eyes.
"The old Hag has never given me anything, not that I would ever accept anything from the witch." She sniffed with distain. The world would be a better place if that witch dropped into a dark hole of her own with no means of escape.
"Then how did you learn to speak? You aren't a summons and if Nekobaa didn't teach you, then who did? Are there more animals that can speak? What kinds? Are-"
"Cease your endless chattering you little weasel!" She hissed, ear twitching in irritation.
He quickly pressed his lips into a firm line and didn't utter another sound. After a full minute of staring the child down, she nodded in satisfaction. She could tolerate his presence longer if he did not speak. They came to the exit and she turned her head towards him, lime-green eyes drilling into him with a serious stare.
"You are free. Now leave and do not return or should you find yourself in another hole, you will stay there." She warned before turning away.
Itachi hesitated before speaking once more. "Excuse me but... what is your name? So that I can thank you properly for your assistance."
"None of your business, little weasel." She stated, not turning around.
The boy frowned thoughtfully as he watched her retreating form.
He had not told her his name.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Tah-daaa! Hope you liked it! I've actually have a lot of this already written down, it just needs some editing and to fill in a few blank spots.
-Nanami