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.
Carefully…
Carefully…!
Just an inch or so closer…
"Ouch!" Shisui yelped as the Feline's claws sank into the back of his hand.
Unimpressed, lime-green eyes slowly turned to look at the fourteen-year-old Uchiha. He jutted his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout, thick black curls framing his face, making him look like he was the victim here. Never mind what he had been intending to do once he had his arms around her furred form. Just the reminder of that paired with the mischievous cheer shining in his eyes annoyed her deeply.
Her claws dug further in, drawing blood.
"Ow. Ow. Okay, Tomomi, I get the point. No hugging. Owwww." he apologized, moving to extract her claws from his skin.
The Feline gave the teen a skeptical once over and retracted her claws, turning her attention back over to the other bane of her existence. "What is that boy murmuring to himself about now?"
A few meters away, Itachi stood at the other end of the glade as he practiced his swordsmanship while reading a few books he had set upright on a wall. He'd been at it for a good hour by now and he had not asked one annoying question yet.
It made her wary.
"Hm? Oh, Tachi's been reading up on some books about being more open to social interactions. It's so he can get along better with his teammates, I'd guess. He asked me how I got along with my squad the other day and whether they 'liked' me—and they do, by the way. Most people find me to be very charming!"
Shisui felt the need to add that last part, considering whom he was speaking to. He was met with an extremely dubious look from the Feline.
He shrugged.
"The next time I see him, he had a new bag full of books!" he waved toward the satchel sitting nearby, smiling a little wider as he finished. "…I think he's trying to get along better with his Genin team. It's really cute actually."
"Why in the nine circles of Hell would he want to do that for?" she asked, surprised and sickened by the thought of someone wanting to engage with more humans. "Also, I wasn't aware that your authoritarian institution allowed such materials. I thought they'd take a more heavy-handed method of prescribing drugs, to keep their child-soldiers more reliant on their instruction."
Shisui shot the Feline a look, one that was full of annoyance with a hint of offense.
"Wow, yah, just trash talk my home why don'tcha?" he rolled his eyes at her indifference, placing his chin on his palm and lying down on the grass beside the Feline. "And I'll have you know that there are a ton of self-help books available for reading in the Village! Granted almost all of them are written by head-shrinks in the Yamanaka for Shinobi still being readjusted into peacetime. The Sandaime is really pro self-improvement, y'know?"
"Hm… I'm sure…" the Feline hummed, unconvinced.
She swatted at Shisui's wandering hand when it grew too close again.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Oh my gosh, there is no substance in this chapter whatsoever. I'm crying on the inside right now. But, here, what little joy I could give you... I hope there was at least a smile. Sorry, love you guys, even though I'm crap at posting content consistently. Gwaaaahhhh...
-Nanami