Naruto Fan Fiction
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(Title)
"The Weasel and His Cat"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Naruto'!
WARNING! RATED M! For warnings of harsh language.
He had discovered her weakness.
At first, she had pretended that it did not effect her but Itachi had seen how her body had reacted unconsciously to it's presence, how her nose had twitched and her tail had began swinging lazily from where she was lying on her upraised perch. He had known then.
She had a weakness for his Okaa-san's Tuna rolls.
He had not let her know that he had discovered this however, no. This had to be tested first. So one day after unsuccessfully engaging the strange, talking cat in a conversation, Itachi had pretended to have lost track of the time and made the hasty excuse that he was going to be late for throwing practice with his Father, and in a fit of absentmindedness, forgot to even touch his meticulously crafted bento as he rushed out of her sight.
When he came back to the forest the next day, his bento had been thoroughly cleaned of all traces of food.
He was pleased with this new development. Only sparing the Feline an idle musing of not remembering having eaten his lunch before dismissing the matter, he did not want her to know that he knew after all. He would lose his advantage. It had been an unexpected bonus that the cat whose name he has yet to learn seemed to be in a indulgent mood as she didn't even glare at him with her slit eyes when he arrived!
He began coming by at lunchtime every other day after that, bento in hand. The boy would have already eaten by the time he arrived to meet her flat lime-green gaze.
In other news, Uchiha Mikoto, Matron of the Uchiha Clan had never been so pleased to know how much Itachi loved her tuna rolls if he was asking for them every day.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Another short drabble I spewed out real quick this morning. Hope you enjoy!
Love you!
-Nanami