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.
Uchiha Sasuke was a small, pink thing made-up of pudgy wrinkled flesh with only a few small tresses of dark hair on his head. He cried at all hours of the night, seemingly timing it after one had just gotten back to sleep, demanded constant attention and nursing, would spit up on you only when you'd just put on a clean shirt, created the most foul-smelling diapers in all of Fire country and Itachi had loved him the moment he first set his eyes on him.
"Just look at him, Tomomi, he's glowing." Shisui snickered. The Feline rolled her eyes at the grinning curly-haired boy situated next to Itachi. Itachi ignored his obnoxious friend as he paid rapt attention to the swaddled infant in his arms who had just begun making the most endearing garbling sounds!
The four of them were seated out on the patio of Itachi's house, enjoying a rare day of rest. The Feline had made the mistake of choosing today to be one of her, admittingly more frequent, walks around the Village. She blamed the little weasel for this disruption in her once-tranquil lifestyle. For days on end these last few weeks she has attempted to nap away the time in her domain only to be kept awake by the anxiety of the idea of being rudely awoken by one of the Uchiha spawn's arrival. An arrival that did not come as neither boys had come to bother her once since the youngest Uchiha spawn's birth. It was frustrating to no end. To alleviate her newfound energies she has taken up the habit of walking farther and longer inside the Village than she has been has been entirely comfortable before.
Her extended walks had nothing to do with the quip Young Shisui had made about her weight a few weeks ago. And it was only because of the selection the street vendors that she would end up gravitating towards the series of streets that made up the unofficial 'Uchiha District'.
Her motives were entirely self-serving.
Right now the Feline was curled comfortably on the edge of the deck, walking the blissful line of consciousness and dreams. Itachi lied his baby brother on the pile of blankets beside him as Shisui had just engaged him in a conversation of ninjutsu theory and no one was paying particular attention to the tiny hand that reached out from the swaddle of blankets. No one had noticed how little Sasuke's eye had caught on something that had been waving in the air nearby, looking very much like a toy of some sorts. How he had reached up with his pudgy hands and found a solid grip with a strength highly unusual for an infant on something soft and nice to the touch.
Then he pulled.
…on Tomomi's tail.
The Feline howled and the infamous eyes of Uchiha boys widened to the extent that they almost fell out of their heads. In a second, Itachi was over his brother and braced himself to take the swipe from Tomomi's claws in Sasuke's place and Shisui's body was already tensed, prepared to shunshin the surly cat away from the infant. But no reprisal came. Instead the Feline's claws dug harshly into the wooden floors, leaving streaks behind as her tail was swiftly liberated by Itachi's intervention. Itachi and Shisui held their breaths as Tomomi removed her claws and slowly turned her head to face them, her fangs were fully bared and Itachi hurried to apologize for his younger brother.
"Apologies, Tomomi-san, I should have been paying closer attention to Sasuke. He has recently developed the habit of grasping at anything within sight and I didn't think much of it when I set him down. This is my fault." Itachi told her sincerely, bowing his head. A feeling of guilt panged in his chest as he cradled the obliviously giddy Sasuke, who was still trying to reach out to the angry Feline. It was one thing to nettle her on purpose when she is being stubborn and provocative but it was an entirely other thing when she was at rest, letting her guard down in their presence like she had been.
She did not appear to be satisfied with the apology as her fur was still on end. Shisui sighed. "C'mon, Tomomi! He's just a baby, a half an hour ago he was eating his foot! Don't hold it against him!" Shisui tried, though he too felt a bit guilty at the very understandable accident. Her response was to pin them both with a heated glare.
"I do not give two damns about how old he is! I want nothing to do with that... that... devil child!" she seethed. Itachi frowned. "And I do not care how many luncheons you try to pacify me with! I will not tolerate being used as a toy!"
Itachi stilled, realizing with a heavy gravity and shame that he had made the mistake of underestimating the Feline. He made a silent promise to himself that he would not do so again. She turned her back to them and headed towards the gate that lead out to the alley. Shisui stood and called after her, "Where're you going? Tomomi!"
"Back to my moss and stone, brat. And I expect to stay there undisturbed! I hope that you remember my explicit request, little weasel." she shouted back at them before bounding over the fence and disappearing from their sight. Itachi did. He remembered her words quite clearly.
'Do not bring him here', she had said in reference to his baby sibling. A sudden thought occurred to him that hadn't when he first heard her words, as he had been too distracted at the time. Itachi was now presented with the latest puzzle in relation to Tomomi, the talking cat that was not a summons who lived in the ruins of the old Senju compound.
How had Tomomi known that Itachi was going to have a brother before anyone else did?
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Yay! Another little chapter and it didn't even take two weeks! This is just a little glimpse of some Uchiha fluff pre-Nine Tails, a little bit about Tomomi's current mindset and some intrigue on Itachibi's side. Hope you liked it!
Love you guys! Have a safe Halloween!
-Nanami