Day Seven: 300+ words of practice (1,200 words, Team Seven)
Roughly 1,200 words, so making up for 4 days of missed updates. Again, random snippet from the ItaSakuKaka fic that bops around my head once in a while. This is from the pre-drama/beginning of the story, chronologically speaking. What is with my fetish with Team Seven? I need help. Also, I have writing hang-ups & obsessions around 'sight'. *sigh* Must read more novels again, build up vocab & imagination again. Or go through DevArt again and choose a pic-a-prompt/chapter.... Hmmm...
Still... while not 100% happy w/ this, I'm happy I made time to write tonight. Ordering out for supper helped. XD
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Another Team Seven movie night was in full-swing, awaiting only the arrival of their sensei.
Not that they’d waited for his tardy behind before cracking open the food and drinks… and movie.
“Oh, you don’t have t--.”
“No problem, Sakura-chan,” grinned Naruto, getting up to follow her out. “I was going to get a drink anyway.”
His teammate paused, as he’d expected, but smiled back at him with an arched brow. “If you pull anything…”
Ignoring the shiver that instinctively shimmied down his spine, the young blond man laughed off her sinister undertone.
With that, Sakura collected their cups while Sai paused their movie, and Sasuke waved them off with a remark about grabbing more snacks on their way back.
As Naruto and Sakura bickered playfully, the blond casually closed the common-room doors behind them with his heel.
“He’s starting to suspect something,” his voice was low, quiet, as he followed her into the kitchen of the Uchiha main house.
His perceptive ocean-blue eyes didn’t miss the forced calm his ‘sister’ had imposed on herself, the way she smoothed her movements so they wouldn’t hitch or pause the way she had back in Sasuke’s room. It was too refined, too casual. She refilled the water jug, grabbed more ice from the freezer, and ignored him. Mostly.
Ambling closer, he reached up from behind her to grab a tray from the back of a cupboard, high above her.
“Thanks.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed as he pouted. “Hey, I only want to help.”
“I know, Naruto,” she said finally, still arranging the drinks on the first tray she’d brought back with them from Sasuke’s room. Finally, she turned around to look him in the eye. Then she smiled, and leaned forward, wrapping him in a warm, grateful embrace. “I know.”
His grin became lopsided as he one-arm hugged her back, the other arm resting on his hip, almost in a, “what am I going to do with you?”-stance.
“Just consider telling him, OK? He wouldn’t like being the only one who doesn’t know.”
“Who wouldn’t want to know what?”
Naruto froze in surprise, then relaxed with an uneasy laugh.
“Geez, sensei,” he whined, rubbing the back of his head. “You’re gonna give me heart failure one of these days.”
“One way or another,” agreed the silver-haired man cheerfully, though his eyes rested on their fellow colleague. “Sakura?”
“Tell you later,” she promised. “The others are waiting for us to bring these back - and Naruto still has to haul the contents of the fridge back.”
“Just carry the fridge itself. I’m sure there’s a plug in there.”
He whipped around on his sensei, aghast. “What? Hell no! That thing’s way too hea--.”
“Oh for kami’s sake,” Sakura’s tray dropped loudly on the counter, and the next thing they knew, there came a grinding, clanking, metal-groaning noise as the fridge was lifted onto her petite, pink-haired frame and she started down the hall to the rec room again to meet up with the others.
“Don’t forget the drinks, Naruto,” she called over her shoulder.
“I’ll get the teapot,” offered Kakashi, following her out with the delicate ceramic pot in his hands. Void of tea or water.
Naruto turned to look at the three trays of drinks, cups, and ice, and wondered how he was supposed to….
When he arrived back to join the group again, trays balanced precariously on his head and arms.
“Oy! Someone take one of these!”
Sai looked up from his place on a cushion on the floor.
“Why didn’t you just use kage bunshin?”
Then Naruto’s eyes lit up with realization.
“Oh!”
And then two trays crashed to the floor as the blond automatically started into the hand-signs for his shadow-clone jutsu…
From the doorway, Itachi stopped and watched the four younger members of his brother’s team squabbling as they cleaned up the mess in the common room.
Of course, Sasuke was practically fuming out his ears at being caught by his brother with his friends destroying the room while their parents were out that evening at a clan meeting, his cheeks burning with two small spots of colour. In reality, only a few cups and some water had crashed to the floor to shatter, but to him, with his older brother’s focus on him, it exacerbated the situation ten-fold. Kakashi was pretending he had nothing to do with the lot of them, or the mess, as he sat back on a futon-sofa, his familiar orange novel propped up under his nose. Typical.
“Sasuke,” Itachi said simply. He nodded in the direction of the guests, acknowledging them.
“It was an accident, we’ve got it.”
“Actually, if you could show me where your mom keeps her waste paper, we could sweep it all up, wrap it and be done with this mess,” Sakura suggested, her inquiring face turned to the older Uchiha.
“This way,” he inclined his head in the direction of the hall, and the young medic-turned-custodian-for-the-moment followed him out.
“Thank you,” she sighed in relief, and they exited the room.
Behind them, Sasuke watched their interaction attentively, but said nothing. At his side, Naruto glanced at his closest friend, not missing the look of curiosity, and unease, which passed over his features; when the other did not pursue his curiosity, though, his shoulders relaxed and went back to picking up the larger pieces of glass.
Behind them, another took in the scene passively, not missing any of the undertones that happened underneath the underneath.
Sasuke padded down the hall in his sock feet, his steps silent as he returned from the cupboard where his parents kept their cleaning materials. The waste paper bin had been raided, but Sakura hadn’t returned to the sitting room yet.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his teammate. Or that he didn’t trust his brother. But there was something that… there was just something. He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions.
Yet.
When he made his way to the back of the house, he heard voices coming from the direction of the bedrooms. But there was no light coming from beneath any of the doors.
Why wasn’t there…
Stretching his hearing as much as he could, Sasuke changed directions and headed to a door that would lead outside, and carefully slid it open a crack.
Sakura’s voice became clearer immediately, but he still missed parts of the conversation, muffled as it was.
“… hasn’t mentioned anything…”
“… more dangerous… intimate relationship…”
“… Hokage knows… has ordered me…”
“… will miss you, you know that-he is attached to you…”
“… talk to him… no obligation…”
“…cover up… coming closer…”
“…Itachi, we need to stop this… not right…”
“Oy! Sasuke, did you find her!”
The voices outside quieted, and Sasuke stilled.
The still slightly open door, in his hand, obviously would have let out Naruto’s words, alerting the ninja meeting clandestinely on the roof above to his presence.
Unsure as to the nature of the rendez-vous above him, Sasuke debated what course of action to take for a second, before closing the door as quietly as he’d opened it, and turning back to look for Naruto.
He may not be jumping to conclusions (yet), but he could sure use some beatingthehelloutofsomething.
Still... while not 100% happy w/ this, I'm happy I made time to write tonight. Ordering out for supper helped. XD
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Another Team Seven movie night was in full-swing, awaiting only the arrival of their sensei.
Not that they’d waited for his tardy behind before cracking open the food and drinks… and movie.
“Oh, you don’t have t--.”
“No problem, Sakura-chan,” grinned Naruto, getting up to follow her out. “I was going to get a drink anyway.”
His teammate paused, as he’d expected, but smiled back at him with an arched brow. “If you pull anything…”
Ignoring the shiver that instinctively shimmied down his spine, the young blond man laughed off her sinister undertone.
With that, Sakura collected their cups while Sai paused their movie, and Sasuke waved them off with a remark about grabbing more snacks on their way back.
As Naruto and Sakura bickered playfully, the blond casually closed the common-room doors behind them with his heel.
“He’s starting to suspect something,” his voice was low, quiet, as he followed her into the kitchen of the Uchiha main house.
His perceptive ocean-blue eyes didn’t miss the forced calm his ‘sister’ had imposed on herself, the way she smoothed her movements so they wouldn’t hitch or pause the way she had back in Sasuke’s room. It was too refined, too casual. She refilled the water jug, grabbed more ice from the freezer, and ignored him. Mostly.
Ambling closer, he reached up from behind her to grab a tray from the back of a cupboard, high above her.
“Thanks.”
Naruto’s eyes narrowed as he pouted. “Hey, I only want to help.”
“I know, Naruto,” she said finally, still arranging the drinks on the first tray she’d brought back with them from Sasuke’s room. Finally, she turned around to look him in the eye. Then she smiled, and leaned forward, wrapping him in a warm, grateful embrace. “I know.”
His grin became lopsided as he one-arm hugged her back, the other arm resting on his hip, almost in a, “what am I going to do with you?”-stance.
“Just consider telling him, OK? He wouldn’t like being the only one who doesn’t know.”
“Who wouldn’t want to know what?”
Naruto froze in surprise, then relaxed with an uneasy laugh.
“Geez, sensei,” he whined, rubbing the back of his head. “You’re gonna give me heart failure one of these days.”
“One way or another,” agreed the silver-haired man cheerfully, though his eyes rested on their fellow colleague. “Sakura?”
“Tell you later,” she promised. “The others are waiting for us to bring these back - and Naruto still has to haul the contents of the fridge back.”
“Just carry the fridge itself. I’m sure there’s a plug in there.”
He whipped around on his sensei, aghast. “What? Hell no! That thing’s way too hea--.”
“Oh for kami’s sake,” Sakura’s tray dropped loudly on the counter, and the next thing they knew, there came a grinding, clanking, metal-groaning noise as the fridge was lifted onto her petite, pink-haired frame and she started down the hall to the rec room again to meet up with the others.
“Don’t forget the drinks, Naruto,” she called over her shoulder.
“I’ll get the teapot,” offered Kakashi, following her out with the delicate ceramic pot in his hands. Void of tea or water.
Naruto turned to look at the three trays of drinks, cups, and ice, and wondered how he was supposed to….
When he arrived back to join the group again, trays balanced precariously on his head and arms.
“Oy! Someone take one of these!”
Sai looked up from his place on a cushion on the floor.
“Why didn’t you just use kage bunshin?”
Then Naruto’s eyes lit up with realization.
“Oh!”
And then two trays crashed to the floor as the blond automatically started into the hand-signs for his shadow-clone jutsu…
From the doorway, Itachi stopped and watched the four younger members of his brother’s team squabbling as they cleaned up the mess in the common room.
Of course, Sasuke was practically fuming out his ears at being caught by his brother with his friends destroying the room while their parents were out that evening at a clan meeting, his cheeks burning with two small spots of colour. In reality, only a few cups and some water had crashed to the floor to shatter, but to him, with his older brother’s focus on him, it exacerbated the situation ten-fold. Kakashi was pretending he had nothing to do with the lot of them, or the mess, as he sat back on a futon-sofa, his familiar orange novel propped up under his nose. Typical.
“Sasuke,” Itachi said simply. He nodded in the direction of the guests, acknowledging them.
“It was an accident, we’ve got it.”
“Actually, if you could show me where your mom keeps her waste paper, we could sweep it all up, wrap it and be done with this mess,” Sakura suggested, her inquiring face turned to the older Uchiha.
“This way,” he inclined his head in the direction of the hall, and the young medic-turned-custodian-for-the-moment followed him out.
“Thank you,” she sighed in relief, and they exited the room.
Behind them, Sasuke watched their interaction attentively, but said nothing. At his side, Naruto glanced at his closest friend, not missing the look of curiosity, and unease, which passed over his features; when the other did not pursue his curiosity, though, his shoulders relaxed and went back to picking up the larger pieces of glass.
Behind them, another took in the scene passively, not missing any of the undertones that happened underneath the underneath.
Sasuke padded down the hall in his sock feet, his steps silent as he returned from the cupboard where his parents kept their cleaning materials. The waste paper bin had been raided, but Sakura hadn’t returned to the sitting room yet.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his teammate. Or that he didn’t trust his brother. But there was something that… there was just something. He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions.
Yet.
When he made his way to the back of the house, he heard voices coming from the direction of the bedrooms. But there was no light coming from beneath any of the doors.
Why wasn’t there…
Stretching his hearing as much as he could, Sasuke changed directions and headed to a door that would lead outside, and carefully slid it open a crack.
Sakura’s voice became clearer immediately, but he still missed parts of the conversation, muffled as it was.
“… hasn’t mentioned anything…”
“… more dangerous… intimate relationship…”
“… Hokage knows… has ordered me…”
“… will miss you, you know that-he is attached to you…”
“… talk to him… no obligation…”
“…cover up… coming closer…”
“…Itachi, we need to stop this… not right…”
“Oy! Sasuke, did you find her!”
The voices outside quieted, and Sasuke stilled.
The still slightly open door, in his hand, obviously would have let out Naruto’s words, alerting the ninja meeting clandestinely on the roof above to his presence.
Unsure as to the nature of the rendez-vous above him, Sasuke debated what course of action to take for a second, before closing the door as quietly as he’d opened it, and turning back to look for Naruto.
He may not be jumping to conclusions (yet), but he could sure use some beatingthehelloutofsomething.