A/N: A very silly omake I found in one of my older documents. It wasn't completed so I tried to finish it. It's basically some Uchiha bonding between Shisui and Obito. They're both known for being a tad more cheerful than the rest of their clansmen, which makes them fun to write together. This is supposed to be EARLY in After the Rain, when Shisui was somewhere between eight and ten years old.
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#7
Omake – Of Black Cats and Over Helpful Grandma's
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"Oh, no! We forgot the casserole! The girls don't have enough equipment for a meal this size." Shisui babbled and turned on his heel. Still a bit disoriented by his cousin's abrupt change of direction Obito grumbled but followed obediently. The boy would never dare show up at the girls flat without his backup. He was still terrified of Anko, and Shisui knew only prolonged exposure would cure him of that.
Obito was starting to look nervous though, probably because they'd most certainly be late now. Personally Shisui thought it strange something like that would unnerve the older Uchiha. He was chronically late for everything, and by now it was more of a rule than an exception to have him stumble in thirty minutes behind scheduled.
"We already brought cutlery, and this dinner is supposed to be at their apartment! Don't the girls have anything useful?" Obito moaned as they ran down the crowded street of the Uchiha distract.
"They have the food!" Shisui replied and jumped over a black cat. A moment later he heard a "Ompf!" behind him, and turning around found Obito sprawled across the road while a terrified black cat disappeared behind the corner of a house.
"The ice cream!" Shisui cried distraught before he could stop himself. The lid of the box had popped open when Obito fell, and the frozen chunk had popped straight out of the box and onto the road. "You klutz! You're worse than Naruto!"
"Ugh, I'm fine by the way." Obito mumbled offended as he staggered up on his knees. He then panicked. "Shit! We promised to bring the ice cream and casserole! And now we don't have either the ice cream or casserole!"
"I know!" Shisui shouted back.
"And I'm bleeding!" Obito added horrified, noticing the new hole in his pants.
Uncomfortable Shisui noticed his eyes was watering. Was he going to cry? "Obito… You're a ninja. You've seen blood before, right?" Shisui asked puzzled, not sure if he should be understanding or scolding the older boy for being pushed to tears over a scraped knee.
"I have... It's just… These pants were brand new!" Obito howled like a wounded animal, but luckily the tears remained absent.
Closing his eyes briefly in exasperation Shisui walked over and patted him understandably on the shoulder. "That sucks, but Obito, if you think it's bad now you really are naive."
The boy sniffed a couple of times, large dark eyes turning towards him and still, annoyingly enough, filled with unshed tears. "Oh?"
"Yeah, because if we become much more late than we already are Anko will kill us. So the tear in your pants won't be a problem anymore, not when Anko is using them to suffocate you."
Obito shuddered and got grip on himself. "Okay… You're right. Yeah, I got this! We just need to get more ice cream and get the casserole. We can go by the store on the way, can't we?"
"But all the stores are closed for the day." Shisui pointed out.
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
"We're dead, aren't we?"
"Pretty much."
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While running home to get a casserole Shisui had come up with a plan of action. So with the casserole under Obito's arm and a box of cutlery in Shisui's hands the two boys ran down the street, further away from the girls flat to get some ice cream.
"So this woman has ice cream? Without a doubt?" Obito asked, but his tone of voice was pleading.
"Most likely. She used to babysit me as a kid, and she always had ice cream."
Obito nodded. "Are we about to meet the woman responsible for your ice cream addiction?"
"It's not an addiction!"
The older boy huffed. "It really is."
No more was said as they rounded the last corner, skidding to a halt in front of a tired looking house at the outskirt of the Uchiha district. To their immense luck the woman they were visiting was already outside.
"While I live and breathe! Is that really you?" She asked and stood slowly up from the chair she'd been perched in. The old lady was frail and her movements shaky, and the wide toothless smile she gave them made her look ancient instead of simply elderly.
Shisui smiled innocently back. "Hoshi oba-chan!"
Obito recognized her though. He'd helped her with her groceries at some point. For a moment he tried to remember if the groceries had included any ice cream, but it was so long ago he couldn't hope to remember such a detail.
"Now what have you boys been up to? Oh my, what happened to you Obito-kun?" She asked worriedly, her eyes suddenly blaring into the Sharingan while she stared down at his torn knee. Obito swallowed. Yep, he'd definitely helped this old grandma out before.
Shisui tried to hurriedly explain, but Hoshi wouldn't hear of it, and soon they were both sitting around a table, Obito wanting to cry again simply because of the upcoming confrontation they'd receive once they showed up at Anko and Naruto's flat.
Hoshi had somehow talked Obito out of his pants, and he was sitting in his boxers while the old lady patched up the hole in his pants and Shisui was tapping his fingers impatiently against the tabletop.
While she worked, deliberately ignoring Shisui's impatience, she filled the silence with old stories. Obito wasn't really listening, as his upcoming execution by pants chocking distracted him from the tale of Shisui's first kunai practice.
"You don't need to tell Obito this, and though it's really nice of you to take the time to sew up his pants we really have somewhere to be right now, Hoshi oba-chan." Shisui said at last, his restlessness finally making him cut Hoshi off when she was about to start telling Obito about the time Shisui had tried to use his father's explosion tags in the kitchen at three years old.
"Oh nonsense. It's rude to show up for dinner looking like you've rolled around on the street." She scolded him, her Sharingan starting to spin as she looked disapprovingly down at Shisui. The boy swallowed, and Obito couldn't imagine anything more terrifying than an old lady with activated Sharingan. It was the contrast between her old age and glaring red eyes. You just didn't know what to expect. The retired kunoichi or the harmless grandma persona.
"Of course." Shisui mumbled back, ducking his head uncomfortably.
Hoshi smiled, her personality changing so abruptly it gave Obito whiplash. "You're always so busy these days. And look, I'm already finished. Here you go, Obito-kun!" She sang and cut the hanging thread with a kunai Obito would swear she'd summoned out of nowhere.
They both thanked her profoundly and repeatedly on their way out the door. Obito with a bandage over his knee and newly sown pants and a box of ice cream to carry with them. Hoshi waved them off, her wrinkly skin crinkling around her eyes which was fortunately back to their normal black.
"Oh, it was no problem, Shi-chan! I'm happy to help you out dear." The woman said with another toothless smile.
Shisui flushed bright red and instantly tried to hurry out the door, but though retired the woman had one been a ninja, and she easily caught his cheek and pinched it before he could escape.
Dying of mortification he glanced over his shoulder and found Obito mouthing "Shi-chan" silently with a wicked grin on his lips.
"You should come over more often. Since you graduated I hardly see you anymore, Shi-chan. You're always off running with your friends and forget about old ladies like me."
"N-no not at all! I'm sorry! It's just with the war there's a lot to do..." Shisui mumbled, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of crimson than before. Next to him Obito was in an increasingly improving mood. That couldn't bode well…
With a final pinch to his cheek and a promise to stop by next week the boys were finally allowed to leave, and both had only a moment's relief before they remembered what was in store for them.
They were now almost an hour late.
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"You're late!" Anko growled when she opened the door and voices streamed out into the hallway from the cheery crowd inside. "I couldn't make the rise! Now everything is cold and I couldn't make rise simply because you two can't follow simple instructions and be on time for fucks sake!" She shouted.
Shisui shuffled from foot to foot in shame, but Obito barely stepped forwards into the line of fire. "We didn't mean to! We forgot about the casserole when we left, so we had to go back to get it, but then I tripped over a black cat and the ice cream fell out of the box and got ruined! So to get more we went to this old Uchiha who had ice cream who Shi-ch-" He didn't get any further before Shisui's hand covered his mouth with a loud slap.
Over his dead body would Obito go around spreading that mortifying nickname. If Anko ever heard it she would use it to the day either of them died. Longer if he went first. Which was very possible if Shi-chan became his new nickname.
"I don't want to hear your excuses Obito! Get inside already!" Anko screamed and marched back to the living room.
Shisui swallowed. Obito hadn't lied at all, yet he couldn't really fault Anko for thinking he was. It did sound ridiculous.
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Fin.
A/N: Please forgive any mistakes. English isn't my native language and this was not beta'd.