HELLO LOVELIES *ducks away from angry faces* I know, i know. "Ellie, where the hell have you been?!", "Ellie, it's been almost a whole YEAR since you last updated!", "Ellie, we thought you died before you finished your story!"
Yes, yes, i know and i'm sorry! I just... kinda forgot about this story? no, not forgot; it was more like... i just didn't want to write it.
NO i'm not abandoning it! I promise... i'm just... well i just didn't want to write anything for this in the past. But now i do? I dunno, i can sleep tonight and i was like "Hmm... better put myself in good use" and pulled up my story file... then kinda just looked at all my stories and pulled this one up...
So yeah, enjoy! I made sure our lovely sword mistress had enough sass to build her own sass robot.
Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto, or anything else by Masashi Kishimoto. I do, however, own Kyou-kumo and any OC(s) that appear in this story.
He must have known. The devil himself really must have known or else the gods were laughing at her expense. When she sat down next to her watcher and a servant came in with their food she did everything she could not to make a face at the food before her. Sitting before her in a very nonthreatening light blue bowl was rice and, sitting on top of that, was a fluffy cooked egg.
A shiver ran down her spine.
She was allergic to eggs, and very much so.
The sly smile that played on the devil's face was barely there, if one wasn't looking for it one wouldn't have noticed it; she was looking, and she saw.
This was a very old family with very old customs. Even if she was a nomad she knew old customs like any other heiress. It is disgraceful to one, one's family, and one's host for one to not eat the food they are offered. She knew this, the devil knew this, hell, even the laughing gods knew this.
She felt a questioning glance from the Hyuuga heiress and her younger sibling, a glance she did not acknowledge. She was way too busy staring softly at the fluffy fluff of doom. A small nudge from Neji's heel told her that he, too, noticed her lack of eating.
"Is something wrong, Rurousha-san?" Hiashi's voice was as cold as his soul, but from any onlooker he would have seemed like the perfect host. "Is something wrong with your food?"
She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Brushing her hands lightly over her dark plum obi she gathers her mentality together before lifting her head and offering him a sweet and dazzling smile.
"No, Hiashi-sama," Her voice, such a light and calming sound, did not reflect her mental desire to throw the table over. "Your food is not at fault, you see I fear I did not sleep well last night and it has made my stomach upset."
A slender eyebrow rose on Hiashi's otherwise blank face. Leaning forward, his fingers interlacing and his elbows resting on either side of his own rice bowl, he gives her a calculating look before his thin lip smile turns slightly vicious.
"Are you saying, Rurousha-san, that our accommodations were not up to your standard?" The empathies that he put on her were very obvious to the table inhabitance. The two young girls seem to freeze, and their dear cousin stiffened. It was oddly eerie how the swordswoman suddenly became cool, cold, and calculating as she looked at her aggressor. Lifting her chin up slightly her eyes was like jade, cold and unmoving.
Several heartbeats pasted them, each one becoming more stifling than the next. For an instant moment she thought to tell him that, although her family was nomadic by nature, they were not denied the pleasure of luxury that every noble family was entitled to. That every family had a choice; they could ether travel free or remain in the village. It was not uncommon for a family to settle in the village where comfort overruled their desire for freedom. Her family was such, from what little she remembered. A flash of red silk and a gauntly voice whispered in her ear before it slipped away. Her lips pulled into a straight, taunt line before she tilts her head slightly.
Slowly she spoke, the tips of her fingers running over the smooth length of her chopsticks. "If you must know, Hyuuga-sama," Her eyes drop down to her lap before flicking over to her tender and then to her un-humble host. "I am pregnant with your nephew's child."
The tensioned crackled like static and all eyes snapped from her to the head; all feared what would happen. Overlapping the tension was an undeniable rage that seemed to lap at everyone like angry waves. Red blotched Hiashi's face and the grip that he held on his hands turned his knuckles white; for a moment everyone thought he would pass out from the rage but he held on.
Time ticked. Scarcely a breath was drawn. No one wanted to bring attention to themselves.
Neji mouth was opening and closing, trying to form words to deny what his charge said.
Hinata looked close to fainting. Not only was her cousin performing sexual acts outside of marriage, he got a young girl pregnant!
Hanabi's wide eyes darted back and forth between her father and the woman who openly battled against him. She wasn't sure if she should feel admire for the swordswoman or pity. Finally she decided that both feelings were acceptable.
Kumo, her eyes still jade and closed off, stared down the head as if they were animals battling for a hunk of meat between them.
Ironically Neji was.
When Hiashi finally opened his mouth to speak there was a timid knock on the paper door. His anger, momentarily, was directed as he barked an order for the person to enter. The old maid was not derailed by his anger like a young one would have been as she opened the door, bowed slightly, and held out an official envelope to the head.
"Just delivered, Hyuuga-sama," her eyes never left the floor mat. "The messenger said it from the Hokage and very important."
Rage dancing in his eyes but with an exterior that was suddenly calm and proper he took the offered letter and dismissed the old woman with a wave of his hand.
Silence once again claimed the dining room as all eyes watched Hiashi pealed the Hokage's cress from the fold and carefully pull the letter out of the slip. His blank eyes read the letter, read it again, and then read it once more before a frown pulled at his lips. No one dared to speak, they waited for him to dismiss him but his eyes were glued to the paper. Finally, though, his eyes lift up to linger on his nephew before he shifted his forming glare to the nomad.
"The Hokage requests your presence in her office." Stiff words, one finger twitched with irritation as he folded the letter and slipped it back into its fold.
"Aha," A light entered the young sword master's eyes that were not previously there. Dabbing her mouth with a napkin she stands up gracefully and gives her host a very small bow. "It has been a pleasure dining with you, Hyuuga-sama. I cannot wait until next time."
She reached the door, one hand resting on the delicate paper, before she turned her head slightly to look back at the table. "Come along, Neji; we must not be late."
So, quick recap...
Our Sword Lady is a sassy fuck
Our Sword Lady doesn't like Hiashi
Our Sword Lady has decided she's intitled to fuck with his mind
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...Anyways~ Until next time!