Dark Lotus | By : PeachyKeen83 Category: Naruto > General Views: 1187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Shihasu Fubuki walked into her apartment with a heavy sigh before tossing her bag inside the door, looking over at the pile of laundry she’d left.
“Don’t know why I thought it’d do itself,” she huffed, deciding to do it later.
There was a scratching sound from her window and she walked over, met with a loud yowl as a black cat slunk in and began wrapping itself around her legs. She went over to the cabinet and got out a can of food, feeding the cat before she walked back towards the bathroom. She was tired, but more importantly she felt filthy. Turning on the shower, she undressed and took down her long hair as she waited for the water to heat up, finally letting out a small groan as she stepped under the hot water. As the dirt and sweat ran off her skin, she began feeling refreshed. There was nothing like coming home after a long day to a hot shower, a cup of tea, and a good book.
When the water finally ran cold, she turned it off and got out, drying off and throwing her hair up in another towel, going into the kitchen to make tea. Cup in hand, walking back to her bedroom with the cat on her heels, she decided to leave all the chores to do in the morning. After all, tomorrow was her day off, and she’d have plenty of time on her hands to do it. She sank down into her bed, the downy comforter and smooth sheets on her bare flesh, and pulled a well-worn book off her bedside table after turning on a lamp. Flipping it open to a dog-eared page, she began reading, the cat curled up on her stomach purring contentedly, watching her bring the mug to her lips with its odd blue eyes.
xxxx
Nekomata walked down the street, wondering if the people skirting out of the way was due to the cloak, or to the fast work of gossipers. After so many years alone, it really wasn’t a big deal, it could be worse. Passing a few ANBU members sent a hand to a hip, feeling the broken mask there as headquarters came into view. A group of jonin were standing around the message board, more coming and going throughout the busy building. A few knocks on the Hokage’s door and there was a familiar ‘Come in’ from the other side.
Tsunade looked up, “You’re walking better today.”
“I feel better today,” Nekomata replied, walking up to the desk and tossing down an envelope.
“I wasn’t expecting this for another week,” Tsunade said, opening it and seeing a mission report inside, “You should have taken the opportunity to rest.”
“I’m a light sleeper.”
“Shizune,” she said, jerking her head towards Nekomata, “I want her to look you over again, just to make sure.”
There was an annoyed huff as the cloak came off, Shizune pausing a moment before walking over and putting her hands over Nekomata’s abdomen.
“Everything’s normal,” she said, backing up as the cloak was replaced, “Though you still look a little pale.”
“Haven’t seen the sun in a while,” Nekomata replied, eyes narrowing behind the hood.
“Your mask needs to be replaced,” Tsunade said, taking a thick envelope out of a drawer and tossing it onto the desktop, “I won’t deduct it from your pay considering the circumstances.”
The hood nodded, the mask clunking onto the desk as Nekomata took the envelope, “I’m putting in a request for normal jonin duty for the next six months, no assassinations or bounties.”
“Done,” Tsunade said, raising a brow, “What about A and S rank missions?”
“You know where to find me.”
Tsunade nodded, “I’ll see what I can do. I’m giving you a two week sabbatical to get everything in order from where you were gone. I can’t guarantee that I won’t need you until then, but I’ll put you down as a last resort. We’ve had a lot of B and above rank missions lately, so I don’t have to tell you what that means.”
“I’ll see you in two weeks Hokage-sama,” Nekomata said, bowing before turning to leave.
The door opened and Sakura stopped, eyes wide as she recognized the cloaked figure from the night before.
“Excuse me,” Nekomata said, moving past the pink-haired kunoichi to disappear into the crowd of ninja down the hall.
Sakura stared after them, shocked to have heard the silky voice behind the hood had sounded distinctly feminine.
“Sakura-chan,” Tsunade called, unable to hide her amused smile as the young woman spun around to look at her, “What did you need?”
“Oh, uh, these forms Tsunade-sama, they need your signature,” she said, filing the incident away for later.
xxxx
“Kakashi-sensei!”
Kakashi frowned, he hated when Naruto called him that; that he was the only one that still called him that, “What is it Naruto?”
“A bunch of us are going to the Red Kunai tonight to welcome everyone home, you gonna be there?” he asked, pasting on his usual grin as he caught up with the older man.
“The new Icha Icha is out, I was going to stay in and read,” he said, holding up his new book.
“Like you won’t be reading it at the bar anyway,” Naruto replied, “Or maybe you’re just feeling your age.”
“What time. And stop calling me sensei,” he sighed, glad at least there’d be more people around so he wouldn’t end up a focus of anyone’s attention. All he wanted was to have some peace and quite so he could read his smut. Was it really too much to ask?
“Around ten, that way Sakura and Hinata will be able to meet us and have time to change. Or something like that, according to Sakura,” he said with a shrug, then perked up, “You remember that guy from last night?”
“Yes,” Kakashi said, his brow raising, “What about them?”
“Well, Sakura said she ran into him this morning at Granny’s office. Said they sounded like a girl,” Naruto replied, putting his arms behind his head.
“That would be because Nekomata is a woman,” he said, turning back to his book as they walked.
“What kind of weird name is that for a girl?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.
“It’s a codename, like Yamato, or Sai,” Kakashi replied, “It’s all she goes by.”
“Hey sensei, do you know her?” he asked.
He paused a moment, “Not really.”
Noticing they were heading towards Ichiraku, Naruto switched subjects again, “Hey, ramen! Come on sensei, let’s have lunch!”
Kakashi sighed, glad he‘d already bought his book since Naruto usually made him pay for their food, “I told you, stop calling me sensei.”
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