Hazardous Fishing.
A bright midday sun shined on display for the grassy field and its inhabitants, revealing the typical going on of the land. With small birds such as sparrows taking care of their young with neighboring squirrels running around the trees. Feathered guests on the leafy roof of the trees was conversing with others of their kind expect for a few who took the roll of alarm due to the events on the forest floor.
Within the ground of the grass was a large lake sparkling with stars of their own due to the sunlight being reflected by the water. With fish swimming in its depths going on about their own lives, not caring what was going on at the edge of the lake.
A large dirt brown hawk was devouring one of the more unfortunate scaled victim that decided to test their luck to try catch a small incest for lunch, coming up short a few inches. Sharp slightly worn out talons with dried blood gripped the poor creature while the bird was digging in to its kill.
To most of the animals, the only felling the other animals had toward the victim was not wanting to end up like it, on the other side however a young woman was envious of the attacker for its victory.
Considering what she was doing, it was just rubbing salt in the wound.
The red haired woman simply though pulling a fish out water with a stick would be easy. But a few hours later proved her wrong with false tugs and a dull semi uneventful wait while watching more successful ventures.
How easily the bird was able to simply catch the thing while herself having nothing to show for her invested time was driving her up a fucking wall. Most people would have told her to calm down or internally called her a bad tempered nut.
Watching the feathered prick seeming chose to go closer to the Kumo ninja to eat every time it got a kill to show her how its done, would make at lease a few people reconsider her train of though. The forth meal had frustration guide one of her hands from the rod to her sheath, with temptation telling her. "Chouji really would not mind a fish stuffed bird, would he?"
The idea only took a moment to persuade her hand to grab the handle with a discreet but malicious look following it toward her possible new target. "Yes… you can do it girl. Its foolishness put it in range for your blade to remind the feathered jerk of its place."
Convinced, her hand was taking the weapon from its home. Her mind already picturing the satisfaction of cutting it down, the sword was shaking with frustration that was sick of being cooped up in her slender body without a proper ailment.
Hearing the rattling of the katana, the bird chose to fly off. Revealed, the woman coaxed her hand off the handle back unto the while still glaring at winged rat scoping its next target.
"Damn showoff." Karui mentally spat out. She though about following up with flicking it off but choose to disregard the idea. "Don t let it get to you, focus on the real task."
Normally she would had quit around thirty minuets due to boredom prevailing in tell her that nothing is coming out of it, but this time it was different. A faint memory played of the most recent date she had with her bear, A rather plump man from the village hidden in the leafs. He used arts to change his own body size to a tailed beast to destroy dozen of men at a time. He could also just increase the his arm or legs for more powerful strikes.
It happens less but at times he was self conscious about his size, something to a degree she could understand. She wished she could be more "physically gifted" in cretin places like a few of her female friends but any notion he had of himself being unattractive was shit she squashed out quick. In her opinion, He was pretty handsome. She liked her guys more built and stocky.
But what really pulled her in was finding out exactly how sweet and gentle he is. While she does like greeting him with a punch in the arm, him picking her up with a bone crushing hug still gets her heart pumping just as much as a good fight would. A uncharacteristic soft smile graced her face with her eyes closing to help her reminisce.
Some of her best times with him was just cuddling and talking about what was going on when they were alone. The soft love struck smile that radiated from him would just make her weak in the knee-
"Oi, you caught anything yet?" A voice suddenly came out, snapping her out of her daydreaming and reminding her of her failure. "Boy..thanks for that Omoi." Karui thought while rolling her eyes at the disturbance.
"Gee, take a look at the hook and look for yourself."
The noise of his footstep was muffled by the floor but still made enough noise to let her know he was coming to where she was. When he appeared next to her, he glanced down at the area she was fishing at. The fish themselves had no problem being near the actual hook, raising his head to turn around to look at something he only gave a passing glance to, a fresh fish carcass.
"I thoug-"
Razor sharp eyes focused on him the moment he found his voice, choosing to interrupt. "Aren't you suppose to help Chouji with the wood? My boyfriend is not your pack mule." To most people the sharpness in her voice would have automatically told you to step back and stop pressing but to her long time comrade, the pent up frustration was still being dealt with pretty well. For the time being, the heat was just hot air.
"He told me he got the rest."
"You didn't catch anything, did you."
"Don't you start."
"That hook is looking pretty lonely…."
The woman hands tighten just ever so slightly on her stick but her face was loosening up. "Want me to throw you in the damn giant ass puddle?"
Turning around he than decide to grind his finger on her nose, he followed up with another retort "I think it would be a lot better if you went down there. One look at that mug and suffocation by air becomes preferred."
With a chuckle, she said. "What exactly do you want?" She was kinda relived that her lollipop sucking companion was here.
"To see if you just did not quit and bolt this lake like the other two times."
"The first time was was accident."
"Then what was the second one then?" The swordsman asked, slightly baffled. The last time he checked, talking about doing it thirty minuets prior is pretty predetermined in his book. The silence he got spoke volumes. He could still remember the sight of the dead fish that decorated the place like a cultist flower bed. Changing subject he then asked, "So why are you fishing when the big guy can just get ten from reaching in."
The next words the left his partner's shocked him for unselfish it was.
"I want to cook something a little different for him, something with fish. You know to do something special for him."
Which caused him to respond the only way he could.
"D-Did he cheat on you and you are poisoning him out of retribution?"
She barley register the stick snapping in her hands.
Here's part one of a small three part story, for those who are interested. I am open to criticism and thank you for reading.