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.
When Itachi had returned from abroad and received his promotion, it had done little to improve the child's lifestyle. If anything, the Feline noted that the days between his visits to her domain had become even more sporadic with the influx of missions and responsibilities he received from his superiors.
Not that it particularly concerned her.
She was much more preoccupied in recent days with the Little Weasel's devilish younger brother, who had taken it upon himself alone to sneak in and disrupt her solitary in his place. Uchiha Sasuke, she has learned, would perhaps be the most troublesome of her Uchiha plagues.
Him, along with a new welp from the village that found his way into the forest seemed to have made it their personal mission to make as much noise as humanly possible while they invaded her domain. She's had to endure the children's scavenging and bickering when they would inevitably encounter one another.
It was because of their last confrontation that she found herself angrily padding her way across the tiled rooftops of the Village, intent on giving the Little Weasel a verbal thrashing for his clan's childcare negligence. Her tail had suffered one abuse too many from the clumsiness of vivacious brats. After checking the training grounds he was known to frequent, and glancing by his favored bakery, the Feline found the studious child soldier in one of the last places she had expected; asleep in his bed.
She leapt down from his window sill and padded closer, finding Itachi's sleep to be fitful and restless. Blankets strewn oddly across his legs and futon. Upon closer inspections his face was flushed and his brow damp with sweat.
"Fallen ill once again, I see." she murmured, eyes flicking over his pitiful form.
Not for the first time, she was struck by the dichotomy of her knowledge of this world against the reality that was before her. The boy that concerned himself with the lives of butterflies, that would one day spill the blood of dozens that share his name. The same boy that would go on to die at his brother's hand with a smile on his face.
In honesty, she barely remembered all the details of the story she'd once heard so many lifetimes ago, of it's protagonist and his trials and tribulations. But she had known enough to remember the character that had caused someone that was once a precious person to sob into her pillows, crying out about the injustices of the cruel shinobi world. Even now, the Feline could see his life was on track to follow the same path as those old memories foretold.
As she looked down at the sickly boy, the Feline decided that she would never understand the obsession surrounding Uchiha Itachi. He was but an unfortunate child, borne into a world that did not suit him. But everything was set to be against him, it seemed.
With a tired sigh, she laid herself beside his pillow. Her tail coming to curl near his head, lightly brushing by his hair. She resigned herself to staying here for the moment, since it appeared that her domain would not know peace at least until sundown. It was endurable, she supposed.
The Little Weasel's room was a quiet enough space for a nap.
The Weasel and His Cat
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: How did we get to 40 chapters? like, have I mentioned this was originally a one-shot? ah. oh well. this time we have sick Itachi and reflective Tomomi, but next time: more Gol Roger flashbacks! More info on Tomomi's lives! thank you all for your continued support and love. you guys make it worth it.
Take care of yourselves and those around you! until next time, dears!
-Nanami