Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Naruto or its characters, that right belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Authors Note: This was fun for me to write considering the character.

He sat there looking into the bluest eyes he had seen since his genin days. The person they belonged to look sweet and innocent enough. But he knew different because his arm throbbed painfully. The chit had pinched ithand twisted the flesh, with deliberate precision. And he'd be damned if he didn't have a bruise later.

"You, sir, are a rude man!"

At her words, he started, blinking his single eye behind his mask. She had bumped into him, then pinched him, how was the rude one? Curling his lip and quickly standing, he felt something wet soak through his robe as the distinctive smell of antiseptic reached his nose. She was making him cringe.

"No!" came the horrified yelp from the girl. As she vanished around him, causing him to jump a second later as he felt small, dainty hands press and grab at his robe and backside. Pulling away from the now indignant sounding girl, he turned to look at her.

"You... you ruined my medicine," She cried out, "I spent all night making it."

The sound of her voice had him pausing. She said medicine. And the organization desperately needed a healer. But she was a civilian. Though that could work out. Making him smile behind his mask, just as pain blossomed in his other arm, surprising him. His head jerked down to look at the girl hard, annoyed.

"You are not listening," She said, clearly pouting as his blue eyes narrowed.

Raising his hands, he spoke, "Tobi, sorry, ma'am. What can Tobi do to make this better?"

The way she raised a single eyebrow as her arms crossed over her chest, while her face morphed into a mask of skepticalness that also said she was not amused. It had him wondering if she saw through his facade, which was impossible.

"Really!? You... Fine, if you are not even going to be serious and act like a fool to get out of making..." She said, her voice deflating only to stop in mid sentence.

The sight of her body stiffening before his eyes. Clearly on alert as he watched her jerk her head around. Only to hiss, bend down, grabbing her ruined and leaking basket. Then she was darting into the small house, or rather hut. She was merely pausing to look around again before slamming the door.

Strange behavior for a civilian. Frowning behind his mask, he suddenly felt familiar chakra. It sent a small shiver up his spine as he saw something fluttering on the ground. Knowing he was being summoned, he bent, snagging the paper before hurrying on his way to his keeper. Glancing at the document to see written well-measured amounts of herbs that he guessed made up the pungent antiseptic he now reeked of.

It was a few days after he ran into the girl again, just outside of the city. The sun was out, and she was wearing a yellow sundress with white trim, a straw hat that had a matching yellow ribbon around it — and singing while picking flowers, of all things. Unaware of her surroundings.

He was staying in the shadow of a rocky outcropping he watched her. Noting she moved with a pure grace while being exceptionally selective of the flowers she was picking. The song was in a language he was unfamiliar with. And catchy, since he found himself nodding his head in time with it.

"You know it's rude to watch someone without announcing yourself, right?!" she said suddenly.

Instinct had him stiffening and reaching for his kunai pouch. Eyes trained on the girl as she looked at where he was hiding and smiling smugly, irking him a little bit. But knowing that he shouldn't harm her, he stepped out.

"Tobi meant no harm, Ma'am," he said, watching as once more she raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and her face morphed into an unamused skeptical mask, yet again.

"And I am not a simple-minded fool. So, if you can't act like yourself, then I don't have to waste my time talking to an individual who likes to act like an idiot," She snapped at him.

To say he was stunned would be an understatement. So, just standing there, he watched as the girl spun and began to walk back towards the city. She was leaving him standing there, gathering his wits before going into action and teleporting right in front of her. Only to realize at the last second that was a bad idea. His single eye met her burning blue gaze seconds before pain flared in the inside of his left thigh.

"Look, I get you are like most others. Some secret badass ninja person. But that does not mean that I'm stupid enough to let my guard down around you," she said in a low voice he was familiar with, thanks to Konan.

So, when she stepped to the side and continued, he smartly stayed there until he could no longer sense her presence. Then with what little dignity he could muster, he made his way back to the headquarters — limping in, thanks to his inner left thigh aching badly. He was sure it would be bruised worse than his arm had been.

It was a month later when he got to interact with her again — having taken the time to gather intel on the strange girl, no woman. Her name was Higurashi, Kagome, and she moved to Amegakure six months prior. And she applied to two hospitals and several clinics and denied by all. She lost her chance due to not showing up during the apothecaries exam. Partially his fault. Was well-liked by the people. She had no qualms about dirtying her hands to help others and used natural herb poultices to heal the sick and poor at no cost.

The woman was practically a saint. Though she did have a temper. So, of course, he was surprised when he showed up to his now usual spot to observe her, finding a bamboo water jug and a small bento box — all with a note attached. A bit cautious, he snagged the letter, opening it and laughing. There is very girly handwriting was a scolding.

I have no clue what I had to do to make you stalk me, Mister Ninja. But the least I can do is make sure you are fed. So, when you decide to quit playing your ninja spy game. My door is open. Be a gentleman and knock first since you know my daily routine by now. K.H.

Shaking his head, he quickly inspected the stuff to find lemon water, rice balls with pickled plums, and tamago. Ironically all things he preferred when eating — making him curious if she had somehow investigated him. But that was impossible. He didn't exist anymore.

Making a snap decision he gathered everything and jumping down, he walked across the street, pausing in front of her door and knocking. Waiting until he heard her call to come in. Reaching for the handle, he paused only for a second before opening the door and stepping in. Calling out 'thank you' as he'd been taught as a kid.

The interior was simple. The door led right into the living room, which held a couch and two matching chairs, much patched. And a low coffee table. On the far wall were two doors, the open one showing a bathroom and leaving the other one to be, what Tobi/Obito guessed the bedroom, via processes of elimination. While the open archway to his left, where the smell of baked goods was coming from, had to be the Kitchen.

Intrigued, he made his way to the archway leading to the Kitchen and froze mid-step. There before him was the woman. Except she was bent at the waist, reaching for something on a low shelf. She was giving him a glorious view of her ass and legs. The woman was wearing what could only be short-shorts that seemed to be painted to said ass — showing how well-toned and heart-shaped it was.

When soft laughter rang out in the Kitchen he couldn't help it; he stepped back out of the archway to the Kitchen. Making another peal of laughter ring out as she stood up and turned to look at him.

"Well, I didn't even have to look at you to know you are a... virile male," Kagome said, obviously enjoying herself.

Not bothering to deny it, he stayed where he was standing and waiting. Still holding the food and drink, Kagome left him, which had him wondering how she even knew.

"Oh, well us civilians, aka non-ninja, take care of our own. Word quickly got back to me about a male ninja asking after me. Also, he wore black robes with red clouds and an orange mask, marking him as an S-class criminal associated with the organization Akatsuki. From there, it was straightforward to figure out who you were," she stated, looked incredibly smug.

Tilting his head, he wondered if she could read minds. If so, she'd be precious, along with her medical skills.

"No!," she said, making him stiffen and stare. "I cannot read minds. You are just very obvious for a ninja."

"Oh," was all he was able to say softly — seeing her smile brightly at him before waving him to a two-seater table.

Once he was seated his parcels on the table, he waited, watching her. Something was telling him she was not finished.

"I am far more observant than I look. Also, very paranoid." Kagome quipped as she removed her apron, revealing a spaghetti-strapped tank top that had written on it, I'm a Ninja, you can't see me! With a small little-crouched Ninja underneath.

Shaking his head, so his eye didn't linger where those words were stretched tight over.

"So, there are only two reasons that a person stalks someone in my mind," she sighed. One their obsessed with their target. And you do not strike me as the type to me. So, it has to be the second option. You want something from me."

Tracking her until she sat opposite him, he couldn't help but be amazed. She did not exude any chakra, was not hiding any hostility — just straightforward honesty.

"Well, mister?" she asked him, clearly letting it trail off.

He was slumping in his chair, feeling a bit off as he continued to stare at the woman. What she said was true. Though she also wanted his name. And if he were to get what he wanted from her, hopefully, it would only be polite to give what she was asking for, since he knew hers.

"Tobi. And my organization needs a medic. And you are from my findings, more than capable and qualified," he stated.

The way her brows knitted together as she looked at him. Her eyes are showing she was at least thinking about what he just said.

"No," she said, calmly holding her hand up to keep him from speaking.

Watching as she sat back, leveling him with a cold, sharp, assessing stare. It had him feeling like he was on display — a less than pleasant feeling.

"You are asking in a way that says I'd be exclusive to you, But I will, for a price, supply the stuff to help heal your demented and of depressing people. But I have a condition."

He was again stunned. Slowly he nodded his head to indicate she should continue to speak. He was getting a warm, happy smile that made her face lit up.

"The first being only you can come to get what your group needs, only when they need it — of course, letting know the list beforehand so I can have it made and ready. I do not want to be associated with the Akatsuki," she said. "Fair deal?"

Unable to help himself, he chuckled. Kagome was a person that had a lot of layers.

"Fine. But I have to let my leader know, and you will have to meet them," he said, leaning back and relaxing. "I think this will turn out to be an interesting business arrangement."

THE END!