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.
She was at her wits end, truly, she was.
The Uchiha spawn had not only continued to intrude upon her domain, but he also insisted on bringing useless trinkets along with him. Small, pointless things that would not be missed, she was sure. And each time he would appear, which was every other day now, she would inform him exactly how much his presence was appreciated and what she thought of the particular item he'd brought along on that occasion.
He was undeterred as of yet, much to her chagrin.
This pattern persisted after a number of days and it got to the point that instead of wasting her breath she would just meet his large and curious gaze with a long suffering one of her own. The Feline found herself wondering on more than one occasion what kind of parent would allow their toddler to wander the wilderness unsupervised? Child prodigy or not?
One day after receiving a particularly horrid trinket with that accursed Uchiwa fan branded on it, (It was some sort of dish, she thinks) her curiosity had won out against all of her good sense and she was foolish enough to ask the boy why he continued to deliver these pointless gifts. He had looked up from where he was sitting and reading a tome that was surely as heavy as he was and blinked those large, perceptive eyes at her and answered in a very childlike way.
"I like hearing your opinion. You always say the most interesting things."
"What." she demanded, she had not been sure what she had been expecting him to say but it had certainly not been that. She was being purposely acidic in her commentary whenever he brought her things, after all. Her tone biting and condescending. Did he like his consideration being spit on?
He helpfully elaborated, "You think differently from other people, even the other cats at Sora-ku. If anyone else were to a receive such a poorly crafted plate from me, they would just praise my thoughtfulness and smile. You tell me your honest thoughts."
Then he gave a small, bashful smile to the Feline.
She had been stunned. He knew those things were horrid? And yet he gave them to her anyway? All to hear her opinion? Fine, she thought with determination, if that was the case then she would not say another word to the little weasel. Then he would leave and she could return to napping in blissful solitude.
Unbeknownst to the Feline, all was going exactly to the young Uchiha's grand masterplan.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: I fell really compelled to tell you guys that this isn't a happy story. It might just be the saddest stuff I've written yet. Sure, it's got some humor, but comedy and tragedy are always hand-in-hand. We're only at the beginning but it's only going to get worse! I feel really bad about this. I just wanted to warn you guys.
I still love you! Even if this'll hurt...
-Nanami