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.
The date was June 9th.
It has been three years since the Kyuubi attack devastated the Village, and only in recent times has it's heart begun to truly recover. Four years since the late Yondaime Namikaze Minato negotiated the armistice between the nations and brought with it a time of peace for the first time after nearly a decade of war. Within the next month Sasuke would be three summers old, an event that Itachi had been greatly anticipating for the last several weeks by how he would chatter the Feline's ears off.
Children ran along the streets of the Village and openly played out in the surrounding fields in the daylight. Couples laughed and fell in love in the evening. The Shinobi patrolled the borders and safeguarded in the darkness of the night.
Time, she thought, always moves so fast.
No matter what any time-space jumping fool or headstrong deities would try to say, time passes more quickly than any semi-sentient being can truly seem to grasp. It was a pity, that. It was because of that it seemed to her as if no one was able to appreciate the gift a single day could be.
Well, almost no one. There were still a handful of fools out there that managed to make their numbered days worthwhile...
The little weasel sat down before her, seated in a overly formal seiza position with his palms placed on his thighs as he patiently awaited the slumbering Feline to take notice of him. She awoke from her nap at an indulgent pace and only after he had been sitting long enough to lose all feeling in his legs. The Feline arched her back in a stretch, feeling the stress in her muscles release with the motion. The little weasel was watching her intently as she took her time waking up, something she noted quickly. She also took in the ridged set of his shoulders and picture of solemn earnesty his face made up. Her eyes narrowed at the dreadful familiarity of his position.
He was going to ask something annoying, wasn't he?
"Tomomi-san," Itachi began, tone formal and suffocatingly polite. "Today is the ninth of June..."
Lime-green eyes looked over him lazily, a low noise suspiciously resembling a contented purr escaped her as she deigned to acknowledge his presence. She was feeling rather generous from having such a full and undisturbed nap. The fact that the bag on his hip smelt of tuna and cream did nothing to influence her mood. She was not some mere animal to be tempted by food, of course. Her tolerance for the eternally persistent Uchiha spawn stemmed from the fact he hadn't disturbed her sleep and that was it.
"I have... a request to ask of you," he announced, confirming her fears. She let out a terse sigh, slumping against the sun-warmed stone.
He pressed his lips together tightly, fidgeting slightly on his numbed legs. He looked to be having second thoughts, it seemed. The seconds ticked by and the longer he didn't speak what was on his mind the more the Feline became annoyed with him.
"Have you suddenly developed a theory that I can now read minds, little weasel?" the Feline snapped sarcastically, startling him in the wake of the silence before. Her ear flicked in annoyance as she looked down at the boy. "If not, then get on with it. You waste both our time with this dancing around the subject—If you have a request then just spit it out already."
His eyes widened, obviously surprised by her outburst. Then his shoulders slumped and it became one of those rare moments when his impeccable manners fell away and he resembled the shy and introverted child that actually he was. With those brightened wide eyes of his, he hesitantly looked up at the black-haired feline from beneath his long fringe.
"...I was wondering if you would tell me another story?" he asked softly. The words nearly being swept up by the chirping of the cicada song the filled the forest. "Like the one you told me when I'd caught that fever."
The Feline was silent as she observed him. Judging him, and carefully choosing her next words as she always did.
She crossed her front paws over one another and raised her head, looking down at the boy.
Itachi swallowed his nerves and met her gaze without wavering.
"A gift, then," she murmured. "For your birthday, little weasel."
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Here we are again! Finally! Another update! Buuuut, in a surprise twist since you guys are all so amazing: A DOUBLE UPDATE! This one and the next one! I hope you guys enjoy! I'm gonna get over and get it ready now!
Alright, onto the next one which is longer and more satisfying. I hope!
-Nanami