Memoir Girl

ZuZu's Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto Characters but I own the original characters that star in this story and the plot.

Memoir Girl

ZuZu's Disclaimer: I don't own the Naruto Characters but I own the original characters that star in this story and the plot.

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Somehow Yusura found herself sitting in some strange mans living room on the other side of Tokyo.

She hesitated getting comfortable on the leather couch she was sitting on for fear of alerting the man that was in the kitchen. She didn't want to know why they were 'enemies' nor did she want to come to grips with that dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach, the one that told her that it was her fault that it was her doing.

She didn't know why she felt that way, she just felt that she was to blame.

"Hey, you hungry?"

Snapping out of her thoughts she turned her head towards the man standing at the doorway of the kitchen. He seemed younger now that she thought about it, wearing a slightly stained apron instead of the rich trench which made seem much older in years.

He was perhaps a year or two older not the five year difference she initially thought was between them.

"Sort of."

He nodded.

"I've made some food, if you want."

"Well we were supposed to go eating but then it started raining. Thanks by the way, for the clothes." She said pulling on the sleeves of the white dress shirt she currently wore. "Ya got ramen?"

He made a face.

"No, I made Takikomi gohan (Japanese-style pilaf cooked with various ingredients and flavored with soy, dashi, etc.) and dangojiro soup made with dumplings along with seaweed, tofu, lotus root, or any number of other vegetables and roots) with sake. I don't eat ramen."

Yusura made a face then decided that the meal might be good enough. Not as good as ramen though. She thought standing.

"Sounds good though I've never had Takikomi gohan before. My mother's not big on cooking and my brother isn't an everyday rice fanatic."

"You're kidding.

"Nope. He likes western foods ya know. Actually he like anything but rice."

Samon didn't seem too interested in her brother's eating habits though it appeared that he was quite shocked by them. Actually he was just trying to listen to her voice as much as he could. Though she seemed loud and her voice held a slight feral growl to it, he thought it was cute.

They ate at the counter in silence, neither looking at one another, neither trying to start any type of conversation.

"Why?"

Samon looked up from his meal and stared at the girl sitting beside him. She was staring at the soup.

"What?"

"Why are we enemies?"

He pushed aside the bit of rice he had left from his meal, he was feeling a bit out of sorts due to the sake he drank. His dark eyes looked to the right where the sink was neatly empty from the dishes and pans he used for making the meal.

"Four thousand years ago in the year of the ninja, my forefather was the last of his clan, due to his elder brother going mad and destroying it."

Yusura nodded.

"He ran away with a criminal to grow stronger to defeat his brother, you forefather went after him and succeeded in returning him. As the story goes they both fell in love with the same woman and their friendship was forever severed."

"A woman?" Yusura asked. "They fought over some dumb woman?"

"Your forefather's wife." He smoothed his hair from his forehead. "My forefather married eventually but for the rest of his days hated Uzumaki. It's been that way since then."

She crossed her arms.

"Well that's stupid. Fighting over some woman."

Samon nodded.

"However, I think it was more then that, though I have yet to find out what really happened."

"What's the point in finding out Mr. Uchiha-Clan-Leader? In the end we'll end up having to hate each other forever, as heir to my own clan, I probably don't have a choice."

He smirked.

"You're the Uzumaki clan leader then?"

"Heir."

He sipped from his cup.

"Then this is unacceptable."

She nodded.

"Indeed, but I don't really hate you."

"I don't hate you either."

The blonde smiled, her goofy big smile.

"So I don't hate you Teme."

For a moment Samon thought he saw someone else sitting there with the same dazzling smile. He blamed it on the sake.

"I guess not Dobe."

ZuZu's Author note: So now you know what the Story is. Why both clans hate the other, over a woman. But ya know, it's way more then that so much more. It will surprise you, really it will.