Another batch of presents, Kaji!style
Kaji, from Shades, is rather popular, apparently. o.o;;
So, here in one large dose, are all of the Kaji!fic requests that I got. Enjoy the greatest tease of the Second Great Ninja War!
Just so you know, any type of pseudo-romantic stuff just breaks my brain and breaks Kaji's head. Mecchan, this is the best I could come up with.
When Kurosaki Kaji was eighteen, he fell in love.
Well, he was actually eighteen and three months, and it wasn't so much falling in love as it was seeing a good-looking girl and being overcome by the irresistible urge to see if he could make her blush. Kaji and his two teammates were well-known for their antics. Pranks, flirting, and teasing were their forte, and they were well-versed in all three.
So when he saw a woman with hair the color of the blooming sakura blossoms, he couldn't help himself. No matter she looked older than him, and that her chuunin vest had seen far more wear-and-tear than his newly acquired one-she was a target now, and there was teasing that needed to begin. Flirting too. If his teammates arrived in the next few minutes like they were supposed to, they would be in for a show.
Kaji was up in the branches of the cheery tree, and just before the woman crossed beneath him, Kaji plucked a nearby blossom and leapt down to the ground in front of her.
Luckily for him, she managed to control her instinct to kill him, for which he was grateful. He was not so grateful that she kept the kunai in her hand. Kaji stood up from his crouch, bringing the sakura blossom, and holding it up between them. The girl looked at him oddly, trying to figure out why a strange, blue-eyed boy had jumped down from the tree.
Kaji sighed, not too overdramatically, he hoped. He'd had maybe five seconds notice before catching sight of the young woman, and he was making things up as he went. "It just doesn't compare," he said mournfully.
". . . what?" She looked like she'd swallowed a couple shots of wasabi. Not the reaction he was going for.
"The flower," Kaji explained, bringing it up to her eye level. She was a bit taller than him. Muscular as well-very nice legs . . .
Perhaps a bit too much attention had been paid to the legs, Kaji thought as he looked back up at her face. An eyebrow had been quirked, and was it just his imagination, or was she showing a bit of teeth like an Inuzuka?
"I suppose the next thing you're going to say-" she interrupted, jabbing her hand at his chest "-that I'm prettier than the flower?"
Kaji blinked, suddenly very interested in the kunai she was still holding in the hand that had moved dangerously near his chest. "Ah, no, of co-"
Wrong thing to say. "Are you saying I'm ugly?"
The kunai moved up to his face. Kaji went cross-eyed, watching how the sun glinted off the very sharp, very deadly weapon. "N-no-" He started backing up, one careful step after another, until he suddenly found he could move no more; the trunk of the cherry tree was against his back.
The pink-haired woman was looming in front of him. She seemed to have grown at least a hand span in the last three seconds.
When his teammates arrived two minutes later, Kaji was gripping a sakura blossom for dear life, smashing the delicate petals between in fingers. He also refused to explain the large, red welt in the shape of a hand around his neck.
Ah, Kaji gets the chance to mess with his newest victim. <3
Kaji never got tired of teasing the Gekkou girl. One would have thought he had learned, considering she had slapped him four times, tried to strangle him three times, and attempted to disembowel him twice.
One of these days she was going to kill him.
Kaji's only regret would be that he wouldn't be there to see her try and tell his mother why she'd offed her only son.
Going for a record today, he thought, watching her as she hurried down the street. The chuunin sensei made a beeline for the younger woman. "Tsuba-hime~!" he called loudly, waving to her almost frantically, drawing a great deal of attention to himself.
Predictably, her entire body stiffened as her head snapped up in the direction of his voice. Once her eyes had confirmed that it was really the bane of her existence, she made a sharp turn and darted down an alley. But not before Kaji caught the faint blush already spreading across her cheeks. Nickname always did it.
He bounded after her, still grinning, ducking around the corner after her. "You want to play tag, Tsuba-hime?" he yelled at her retreating figure. She didn't say anything, only walked faster. "All right, I'll be 'it'~"
Tsuba whipped around. "Stop it, Kaji-san."
Deadly error, coming face to face with him. Kaji caught up to her, grinning. "You want to be 'it' then?"
"N-no," she said, beginning to look slightly panicked at the grin on his face. The girl had long since learned that anytime Kaji had that particular smile on that something embarrassing would be coming.
He couldn't let down her expectations of him. "I talked to your mother yesterday," Kaji began.
Her eyes widened. Mouth opened, closed, no sound coming out. He kept going. "Very . . . traditional person, like yourself. If you age half as well as her, you'll be quite the beautiful matron someday."
Kaji kept from smirking when yet more color flooded her cheeks. Keep his voice casual, that was the trick. "I thought it was time that I finally came clean to her about our relationship."
"Relationship?" Tsuba looked horrified. "Ka-Kaji-san, we don't have a relationship, please don't tell me you told her that something im-improper was going on, she'll disown me-"
Kaji put on a face of mild outrage. "You think I would say something like that to your mother?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow. "Your brother, on the other hand . . ."
Sometimes it was useful to be from a clan of medics, Kaji reflected as he began the process of healing his own broken nose. And if it was a little crooked? So be it. It was worth it, being able to evoke that particular shade of crimson from Tsuba's cheeks.
And here's an old victim. ^-^ I couldn't remember if you'd done this take or not, so I hope you forgive me if you have!
"You want me to what?!"
Kaji ordered himself not to laugh. No matter if the little Yamanaka boy looked like he was going to get sick and develop a hernia at the same time. The sensei might be the one getting the hernia if he had to restrain his laughter for much longer. "Kiss ten girls, Sui-kun."
The blond boy's face twisted with a disgust reserved for . . . well, girls. Girls with cooties, Kaji reminded himself, followed quickly by a stern order to not burst out laughing.
"They're disgusting, Kaji-sensei," Suisen said, face conveying perfectly the opinion he had of the other gender.
"Exactly," Kaji replied, in a tone of authority. "A shinobi must undertake all sort of missions, even the disgusting ones."
The Yamanaka's lower lip stuck out as he pouted. "I have to do this to graduate?"
He could almost see the little gears turning in the boy's head. Kaji nodded solemnly. "All the students have to take specialized tests this year."
The pout was there for several additional moments. Finally, as if the words themselves caused a great deal of pain, the boy finally muttered that he would do it. ". . . wait." Suisen's eyes narrowed. "There are only nine girls in our class."
Kaji nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you caught that." At least it proved that the boy wasn't as thick as he sometimes seemed. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk. "The tenth girl is Haruko-sensei."
Suisen gaped at Kaji. Hyuuga Haruko was the Academy sensei most feared amongst the student body, and for good reason.
The Yamanaka was going to back out, and Kaji could sense it. But before he could say anything, Kaji lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know you can do this, Sui-kun," he said, his voice and face absolutely solemn. "You're the only one in my class I could trust to pass this test and keep it absolutely secret."
Suisen stared a moment more, and then shut his mouth, looking determined. He nodded bravely, and was about to leave when Kaji stopped him. "Before you leave, can you do the bunshin no jutsu for me?" he asked.
"Sure." A few seconds later there were three Suisens standing in front of his desk instead of just one. "Why?" all three asked, the voices overlapping one another before the two illusions disappeared.
"It'll be a good distraction for when you go after your targets," Kaji answered easily. He waved his hand toward the door, indicating that Suisen should get going. "Good luck."
"Thanks, Kaji-sensei," Suisen said before putting on his determined (yet still disgusted) face. The little boy turned around and left the office quickly.
Kaji looked down at his desk at the sheaf of papers there. He picked up a pen and wrote "Passed-2 successful bunshin" on one marked "Yamanaka Suisen."
Merry Christmas, all!
-Fi
So, here in one large dose, are all of the Kaji!fic requests that I got. Enjoy the greatest tease of the Second Great Ninja War!
Just so you know, any type of pseudo-romantic stuff just breaks my brain and breaks Kaji's head. Mecchan, this is the best I could come up with.
When Kurosaki Kaji was eighteen, he fell in love.
Well, he was actually eighteen and three months, and it wasn't so much falling in love as it was seeing a good-looking girl and being overcome by the irresistible urge to see if he could make her blush. Kaji and his two teammates were well-known for their antics. Pranks, flirting, and teasing were their forte, and they were well-versed in all three.
So when he saw a woman with hair the color of the blooming sakura blossoms, he couldn't help himself. No matter she looked older than him, and that her chuunin vest had seen far more wear-and-tear than his newly acquired one-she was a target now, and there was teasing that needed to begin. Flirting too. If his teammates arrived in the next few minutes like they were supposed to, they would be in for a show.
Kaji was up in the branches of the cheery tree, and just before the woman crossed beneath him, Kaji plucked a nearby blossom and leapt down to the ground in front of her.
Luckily for him, she managed to control her instinct to kill him, for which he was grateful. He was not so grateful that she kept the kunai in her hand. Kaji stood up from his crouch, bringing the sakura blossom, and holding it up between them. The girl looked at him oddly, trying to figure out why a strange, blue-eyed boy had jumped down from the tree.
Kaji sighed, not too overdramatically, he hoped. He'd had maybe five seconds notice before catching sight of the young woman, and he was making things up as he went. "It just doesn't compare," he said mournfully.
". . . what?" She looked like she'd swallowed a couple shots of wasabi. Not the reaction he was going for.
"The flower," Kaji explained, bringing it up to her eye level. She was a bit taller than him. Muscular as well-very nice legs . . .
Perhaps a bit too much attention had been paid to the legs, Kaji thought as he looked back up at her face. An eyebrow had been quirked, and was it just his imagination, or was she showing a bit of teeth like an Inuzuka?
"I suppose the next thing you're going to say-" she interrupted, jabbing her hand at his chest "-that I'm prettier than the flower?"
Kaji blinked, suddenly very interested in the kunai she was still holding in the hand that had moved dangerously near his chest. "Ah, no, of co-"
Wrong thing to say. "Are you saying I'm ugly?"
The kunai moved up to his face. Kaji went cross-eyed, watching how the sun glinted off the very sharp, very deadly weapon. "N-no-" He started backing up, one careful step after another, until he suddenly found he could move no more; the trunk of the cherry tree was against his back.
The pink-haired woman was looming in front of him. She seemed to have grown at least a hand span in the last three seconds.
When his teammates arrived two minutes later, Kaji was gripping a sakura blossom for dear life, smashing the delicate petals between in fingers. He also refused to explain the large, red welt in the shape of a hand around his neck.
Ah, Kaji gets the chance to mess with his newest victim. <3
Kaji never got tired of teasing the Gekkou girl. One would have thought he had learned, considering she had slapped him four times, tried to strangle him three times, and attempted to disembowel him twice.
One of these days she was going to kill him.
Kaji's only regret would be that he wouldn't be there to see her try and tell his mother why she'd offed her only son.
Going for a record today, he thought, watching her as she hurried down the street. The chuunin sensei made a beeline for the younger woman. "Tsuba-hime~!" he called loudly, waving to her almost frantically, drawing a great deal of attention to himself.
Predictably, her entire body stiffened as her head snapped up in the direction of his voice. Once her eyes had confirmed that it was really the bane of her existence, she made a sharp turn and darted down an alley. But not before Kaji caught the faint blush already spreading across her cheeks. Nickname always did it.
He bounded after her, still grinning, ducking around the corner after her. "You want to play tag, Tsuba-hime?" he yelled at her retreating figure. She didn't say anything, only walked faster. "All right, I'll be 'it'~"
Tsuba whipped around. "Stop it, Kaji-san."
Deadly error, coming face to face with him. Kaji caught up to her, grinning. "You want to be 'it' then?"
"N-no," she said, beginning to look slightly panicked at the grin on his face. The girl had long since learned that anytime Kaji had that particular smile on that something embarrassing would be coming.
He couldn't let down her expectations of him. "I talked to your mother yesterday," Kaji began.
Her eyes widened. Mouth opened, closed, no sound coming out. He kept going. "Very . . . traditional person, like yourself. If you age half as well as her, you'll be quite the beautiful matron someday."
Kaji kept from smirking when yet more color flooded her cheeks. Keep his voice casual, that was the trick. "I thought it was time that I finally came clean to her about our relationship."
"Relationship?" Tsuba looked horrified. "Ka-Kaji-san, we don't have a relationship, please don't tell me you told her that something im-improper was going on, she'll disown me-"
Kaji put on a face of mild outrage. "You think I would say something like that to your mother?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow. "Your brother, on the other hand . . ."
Sometimes it was useful to be from a clan of medics, Kaji reflected as he began the process of healing his own broken nose. And if it was a little crooked? So be it. It was worth it, being able to evoke that particular shade of crimson from Tsuba's cheeks.
And here's an old victim. ^-^ I couldn't remember if you'd done this take or not, so I hope you forgive me if you have!
"You want me to what?!"
Kaji ordered himself not to laugh. No matter if the little Yamanaka boy looked like he was going to get sick and develop a hernia at the same time. The sensei might be the one getting the hernia if he had to restrain his laughter for much longer. "Kiss ten girls, Sui-kun."
The blond boy's face twisted with a disgust reserved for . . . well, girls. Girls with cooties, Kaji reminded himself, followed quickly by a stern order to not burst out laughing.
"They're disgusting, Kaji-sensei," Suisen said, face conveying perfectly the opinion he had of the other gender.
"Exactly," Kaji replied, in a tone of authority. "A shinobi must undertake all sort of missions, even the disgusting ones."
The Yamanaka's lower lip stuck out as he pouted. "I have to do this to graduate?"
He could almost see the little gears turning in the boy's head. Kaji nodded solemnly. "All the students have to take specialized tests this year."
The pout was there for several additional moments. Finally, as if the words themselves caused a great deal of pain, the boy finally muttered that he would do it. ". . . wait." Suisen's eyes narrowed. "There are only nine girls in our class."
Kaji nodded approvingly. "I'm glad you caught that." At least it proved that the boy wasn't as thick as he sometimes seemed. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his desk. "The tenth girl is Haruko-sensei."
Suisen gaped at Kaji. Hyuuga Haruko was the Academy sensei most feared amongst the student body, and for good reason.
The Yamanaka was going to back out, and Kaji could sense it. But before he could say anything, Kaji lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know you can do this, Sui-kun," he said, his voice and face absolutely solemn. "You're the only one in my class I could trust to pass this test and keep it absolutely secret."
Suisen stared a moment more, and then shut his mouth, looking determined. He nodded bravely, and was about to leave when Kaji stopped him. "Before you leave, can you do the bunshin no jutsu for me?" he asked.
"Sure." A few seconds later there were three Suisens standing in front of his desk instead of just one. "Why?" all three asked, the voices overlapping one another before the two illusions disappeared.
"It'll be a good distraction for when you go after your targets," Kaji answered easily. He waved his hand toward the door, indicating that Suisen should get going. "Good luck."
"Thanks, Kaji-sensei," Suisen said before putting on his determined (yet still disgusted) face. The little boy turned around and left the office quickly.
Kaji looked down at his desk at the sheaf of papers there. He picked up a pen and wrote "Passed-2 successful bunshin" on one marked "Yamanaka Suisen."
Merry Christmas, all!
-Fi