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.
He had brought the younger one.
Uchiha Sasuke timidly stood in the middle of her domain, hiding halfway behind his brother's frame and looking all about the old Senju ruins with large, bright onyx eyes. Soft layers of dark hair falling around cheeks still plush with baby fat. She watched them approach from her place on what was a simple porch once upon a time, ear flickering like mad.
She remembers, very clearly, that she had told the little weasel not to do that.
"Tomomi-san. Good afternoon." Itachi greeted in his soft voice, aware that she dislikes loud things. Also very aware of the fact he was going against her explicit wishes. He still summoned up a small smile in the face of her damning green-eyed stare.
Sasuke tugged on the hem of Itachi's shirt, drawing his brother's gaze downwards. "Nii-san, you said we were gonna meet your friend."
"Yes, we are." he confirmed. Gingerly, he nudged Sasuke forward with a gentle hand on his back. "Otouto, I would like you to officially meet Tomomi-san. My oldest friend."
The younger Uchiha, not more than four years of age by her count, frowned at her with his baby fattened face. The Feline mused that his expression looked more like a thoughtful pout. Those large eyes scrutinized her for a moment, thinking incomprehensible thoughts that toddlers were wont to wonder about.
After a moment, he pointed a small finger at her and looked up at Itachi.
"Nii-san, that's our cat." Sasuke informed with an impressively flat tone for a toddler. "I already know Tomo."
Though Itachi's expression remained unchanged on the surface, there was an unmistakable warmth of affection that bloomed in his dark eyes. Reminiscent to frost melting in the face of the first rays of dawn.
Unfortunately, the Feline was far less taken by the younger Uchiha's statement.
"You would do well never to refer to me as that again, devil-child!" she snapped, baring her sharp canines at him. "I am no pet."
Large onyx eyes zeroed on her once again, Sasuke's mouth falling open slightly as he stared in open awe. Itachi hid his smile behind his hand as he witnessed the moment Tomomi realized her grave mistake.
"Did you just..." the child trailed off, eyes growing even wider and brighter if possible. A strangely focused look came over the younger Uchiha and his fingers twitched at their sides, almost as if itching to seize something.
The Feline cursed her sharp tongue. It had gotten the better of her once more.
Young Sasuke took a single step forward, the withered grass crunching under his sandal. She stiffened, lithe body being set on alert. She met his gaze once more and she hissed out of instinct — There was something distinctly different about his gaze that separated him from his elder brother; something primal and innate that even Itachi did not possess…
A predators gaze.
"Move again," she warned lowly, eyes narrowing into slits. "And I shall make my displeasure known, devil-child."
Small hands flexed, an energetic young body crouching in preparation.
The Feline cursed, fur standing on end as she made ready to move.
Itachi was much too amused and pleased by what was happening for his own good. She would be sure to express her displeasure towards him as well. Later.
Uchiha Sasuke smirked, then he leapt towards her.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Bwahh! Another chapter in! Surprise! here, because I love you guys so much and seriously your support is what makes this still possible. T_T I am slowly making our way through this. Sasuke is already four! He's still cute, but he's also more of a pain to Tomomi. Poor Tomomi has to put up with so much from those silly Uchiha.
Okay guys, until next time stay warm and stay safe out there! I love you!
-Nanami