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[ Appreciation ]
Title: Appreciation
Word Count: 791
Stuffage: I don't own Naruto.
Added Info: These is fornimily
Warnings: Possible OOCness and implied Kabuto/Tayuya
A/N: This was inspired by a fic that nimily wrote.
~*~
It wasn't easy to show that he was relieved to finally have a female around, but it was. Or at least he thought it would be before he got to know her. In fact, she ended up being more like the guys than most of the guys he was surrounded by. Which could have been a good thing, but later discovery proved otherwise.
She was the closest female to reach such an important - or special - level than most. Kin had been the last one, but he paid no never mind to her. In fact, he avoided her for the most part. The group she was a part of didn't interest him and he found them to be the type too easily distracted and too easily unmotivated.
Now her, on the other hand, seemed motivated. If for nothing else than her own pride and reasons that seemed to be unknown to everyone but her. Or maybe their leader too. He looked at her the same way he looked at all of his more prized possessions. With the knowing look that could send an unwanted shiver down even the most prideful of the bunch.
She wasn't the best of his bunch. Not by far. However, like all of the others, she held something special that caught their leaders interest.
He wasn't the only one who had his eye on her, but for Kabuto it was a different reason all together.
Day in and day out he would hear fighting. From the lab he would hear moans and groans and the occasional screams of pain. Down the halls he'd hear the other Sound arguing about - well, everything and anything. Their shouting would echo down the hall and until a few years ago they would be heard in his room. He could no longer hear it when he was in his room, but he still knew it was there.
Especially since he wasn't in his room often enough to avoid the constant noise.
She was sometimes the loudest of the bunch. Cursing obscenities to anyone that offended her and shouting some nonsense when someone would tell her to stop. With very few did she hold her tongue. With very few did she seem to care whom she offended or worse yet who she might anger.
Stupidity or pride, he wasn't sure. Possibly a little of both.
She was also different from many of the others. Holding something that he could barely even grasp.
Kabuto understood morals. He understood the stereotypical right and wrong. He understood quite a bit, but that didn't mean he agreed with it or followed it. She seemed to hold some of it, but not in the way that would make her appear to be weak to her comrades.
He wasn't sure who else picked up on it, but he certainly did. The way she'd question something indirectly and leave with muttered words.
The first day they met she was shouting about something or another and stormed off into her room. For what, he didn't know nor care. He only cared about finishing his experiment.
Normally, nothing but Orochimaru could interrupt his projects.
Normally.
Hearing some melody from the hall that seemed to fill his lab was certainly one way to interrupt it.
It was one of the few things that were truly unfamiliar to him. One of the few things that he would question and not find a scientific or logical answer for.
Such as why after that moment of hearing her play did he wonder more about her.
He didn't care beyond statistics for anyone there. Except for her. Curiousity, perhaps.
Whatever it was, it was something that would nag him until her cursing returned. Her loud, obnoxious shouting.
Or at least that's what he said it was as he would run his fingers through his hair, push his glasses up and remind her to keep her tone down for Orochimaru's sake.
She was probably the only one that would catch his amusement in her actions.
He was fine with that only because she seemed to be in denial about it. Snorting about something that wasn't exactly going on by exaggerating it - using her verbal behaviour as an excuse - and leaving to practice her flute and practice her technique.
Part of it was the truth.
The other part was because she liked the fact that someone actually appreciated her playing for the music and not just the ability.
She couldn't verbally admit it, but she could personally acknowledge that it was a nice feeling.
The only sign of that was the small smile that would touch her lips seconds before they would touch her instrument.
Word Count: 791
Stuffage: I don't own Naruto.
Added Info: These is fornimily
Warnings: Possible OOCness and implied Kabuto/Tayuya
A/N: This was inspired by a fic that nimily wrote.
~*~
It wasn't easy to show that he was relieved to finally have a female around, but it was. Or at least he thought it would be before he got to know her. In fact, she ended up being more like the guys than most of the guys he was surrounded by. Which could have been a good thing, but later discovery proved otherwise.
She was the closest female to reach such an important - or special - level than most. Kin had been the last one, but he paid no never mind to her. In fact, he avoided her for the most part. The group she was a part of didn't interest him and he found them to be the type too easily distracted and too easily unmotivated.
Now her, on the other hand, seemed motivated. If for nothing else than her own pride and reasons that seemed to be unknown to everyone but her. Or maybe their leader too. He looked at her the same way he looked at all of his more prized possessions. With the knowing look that could send an unwanted shiver down even the most prideful of the bunch.
She wasn't the best of his bunch. Not by far. However, like all of the others, she held something special that caught their leaders interest.
He wasn't the only one who had his eye on her, but for Kabuto it was a different reason all together.
Day in and day out he would hear fighting. From the lab he would hear moans and groans and the occasional screams of pain. Down the halls he'd hear the other Sound arguing about - well, everything and anything. Their shouting would echo down the hall and until a few years ago they would be heard in his room. He could no longer hear it when he was in his room, but he still knew it was there.
Especially since he wasn't in his room often enough to avoid the constant noise.
She was sometimes the loudest of the bunch. Cursing obscenities to anyone that offended her and shouting some nonsense when someone would tell her to stop. With very few did she hold her tongue. With very few did she seem to care whom she offended or worse yet who she might anger.
Stupidity or pride, he wasn't sure. Possibly a little of both.
She was also different from many of the others. Holding something that he could barely even grasp.
Kabuto understood morals. He understood the stereotypical right and wrong. He understood quite a bit, but that didn't mean he agreed with it or followed it. She seemed to hold some of it, but not in the way that would make her appear to be weak to her comrades.
He wasn't sure who else picked up on it, but he certainly did. The way she'd question something indirectly and leave with muttered words.
The first day they met she was shouting about something or another and stormed off into her room. For what, he didn't know nor care. He only cared about finishing his experiment.
Normally, nothing but Orochimaru could interrupt his projects.
Normally.
Hearing some melody from the hall that seemed to fill his lab was certainly one way to interrupt it.
It was one of the few things that were truly unfamiliar to him. One of the few things that he would question and not find a scientific or logical answer for.
Such as why after that moment of hearing her play did he wonder more about her.
He didn't care beyond statistics for anyone there. Except for her. Curiousity, perhaps.
Whatever it was, it was something that would nag him until her cursing returned. Her loud, obnoxious shouting.
Or at least that's what he said it was as he would run his fingers through his hair, push his glasses up and remind her to keep her tone down for Orochimaru's sake.
She was probably the only one that would catch his amusement in her actions.
He was fine with that only because she seemed to be in denial about it. Snorting about something that wasn't exactly going on by exaggerating it - using her verbal behaviour as an excuse - and leaving to practice her flute and practice her technique.
Part of it was the truth.
The other part was because she liked the fact that someone actually appreciated her playing for the music and not just the ability.
She couldn't verbally admit it, but she could personally acknowledge that it was a nice feeling.
The only sign of that was the small smile that would touch her lips seconds before they would touch her instrument.