Naruto Fan Fiction
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"The Weasel and His Cat"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Naruto'!
WARNING! RATED M! For warnings of harsh language.
He was taking liberties, she thought with dread as he watched him from her stone perch. Here, on a perfectly temperate and clear day, the little weasel had intruded on her domain on his day off and instead of spending the time quietly reading or asking exasperatingly philosophical questions about Life and the meaning of it, he had surprisingly chosen to spend the time swinging around a Bokken in the old ruins.
The Feline had not been aware that the little weasel had taken up swordsmanship before then.
Though she had much rather have been asleep, she had begrudgingly observed the young Uchiha's fluid movements as he flowed through the kata, no doubt a style learned from one of those many scrolls he buries his nose in. He had been silent as he concentrated on his movements, occasionally stopping to reference a book that he'd brought with him. Itachi's strikes were sure and quick, but with a critical eye, the Feline noted the distance between his feet was too large. Too easily overpowered. She considered holding her tongue, not having any desire to involve herself in the matters of the young killer. Then he shifted his stance, feet still awkwardly parted and she could easily see a foe sweeping forward and stealing the little weasel's footing from under him...
A mistake like that could spell an early death for the child soldier.
"Your stance is amateurish." she announced. He turned his curious eyes towards her and she ignored how he looked very much like a young child then. She feinted utter disinterest as she spoke in a bored drawl. "Keep your feet parallel with your shoulders and your hips forward. You'll have a stronger stance for offence and defense."
He stored the Bokken in the sheath on his back and stepped closer to where she lay, tilting his head to look up at her with bright onyx eyes. "You know Kenjutsu, Tomomi-san? I mean... did you know a swordsman?"
The Feline seriously considered for a moment whether or not to explain further, but eagerness that he tried to suppress was almost too much for her to bear.
"I know it might come as a shock to you, little weasel, but I have associated with other human beings before you decided to insert yourself into my current existence." she sighed, resting her head on her overlapping paws.
'This existence.' she would say.
'In this short life.' she would mutter under her breath.
Itachi paused, a question on the tip of his tongue, noticing how different a meaning her off-handed words held now. Now that he knew the truth of Tomomi's life. Lives. A secret meaning. Or, perhaps an honest one? She had never lied to him to the extent of his knowledge. So what did that mean? If he asked, would she tell him? It was more often now that he wondered just how many lives has she lived? What kind of things she had seen during them?
He wanted to ask...
Instead, he drew his Bokken again and spaced his feet accordingly, glancing from under his dark fringe up to the black-furred cat. "Like so, Tomomi-san?"
One lime-green eye cracked open to peer down at the boy, scrutinizing his form.
"...acceptable." she muttered and he felt a small swell of pride at the approval. To his surprise, Tomomi continued to speak. Instructing him. "Also, you look like a fool when you attempt to thrust. You're over-extending yourself, leaving an opening at your side. You are a tiny person for the time being so you must compensate for the height difference you will encounter when in battle. Also—"
Itachi nodded dutifully, a nearly invisible smile on his lips as he listened raptly. Wishing he could ask how it is she knew so much about Kenjutsu. Did she really learn from another swordsman, or had she been on one herself in a past life? Itachi so wished he could ask and be sure she would answer him. As it was, he was satisfied to etch each word of advice she gave to him into his memory, so he could recall every small detail of that spring day for years to come.
He would soon learn to wield a sword with deadly proficiency.
He also would one day wish he'd had never held one in his hands.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Another short chapter! A little showing of Itachi learning to use a sword and a peek at Tomomi's knowledge. She knows how to use a sword! I wonder where—or who, she learned it from? So many possibilities but don't worry, I promise to have more little easter egg-type hints towards her past lives.
Okay, so I have a question for you guys! What kind of things do you want to see more of? Itachi/Tomomi fluff? What's happening to Itachi in the Village and with the Clan? Shisui? Itachi and Shisui? Baebae Sasuke?! Tomomi and moar babies!? I want to know before the plot starts kicking along and Itachi gets too old and tragedy starts derailing the fluff! (T_T) Lemme know before it's too late!
Love you, guys! Have a wonderful day!
-Nanami