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Who: Natsumi and Itachi
When: Backdated to about 9 years ago
Where: Hospital
Notes: Backstory

"You've had a rough day, Natsumi-chan," the mednin said kindly. "We'll be keeping you overnight just to make sure none of the spider's venom got into your wounds. In the meantime, get some rest."

Get some rest? Yeah, right, Natsumi thought to herself. How am I supposed to sleep after my cousin nearly got eaten by a monster spider? She kept that to herself, instead asking after her cousin's well being. "Kichirou...is he...?"

"He's been given an antidote for the venom and he's taking well to it. He'll be in the hospital for a few days, but he will get better. Please don't worry."

The calm and pleasant middle-aged mednin had plenty of reassuring words and good advice that Natsumi wouldn't be taking. How could she not worry? Kichirou nearly died. Her younger cousin that she'd promised to protect had been so badly hurt. Maybe if she'd watched him better instead of dallying to talk to her friends in the schoolyard, those idiots wouldn't have dared him to go into the Forest of Death. All the horrible possibilities of what could have gone wrong played out in her mind, each one worse than the last.

Her mind was racing too much to get any rest just yet, so she picked up a hand mirror and tried to activate her brand new Sharingan. The ten year old girl's nose wrinkled as she concentrated until at last her eyes turned red, each with a single tomoe. She turned it off. Then on again. Off once more. She was so distracted by her new bloodline limit that she didn't even notice the quiet footsteps of a visitor entering her hospital room.

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It was quite an occassion when another member of their clan awakened their Sharingan, and Itachi understood what it was like to almost lose a sibling, or a cousin. He'd actually taken the time out of his schedule to come pay her a visit, and pointers, perhaps, should she seek them.

"I see you're testing it out." he mentions, taking a seat beside the bed, quietly.

Natsumi gave a start, not realizing that she wasn't alone with the mirror until Itachi spoke. After a moment she nodded.

"Mmhmm. I want to make sure I can use it whenever I need to. Just in case. I mean...people expect more of Uchiha with Sharingan than Uchiha who don't have it, right?"

"That is true." Those who bore the Sharingan were drilled in genjutsu, and taught how to copy movements and accurately predict them. It probably would've been better for her never to awaken it, but. Some things you cannot control.

"I visited to make sure you were healing alright." He specifically doesn't really want to get into a detailed talk about the Sharingan, he feels her health is the more pressing matter.

She nodded at that. "So far, yes...they're letting me go tomorrow. They just want to make sure before I get sent home. They say I need to rest. I just don't know how I'm going to sleep when I saw Kichirou almost killed by a giant spider."

It had been terrifying. She supposed that a shinobi's life involved a certain amount of terrifying life experiences that one just learned to push aside for the sake of getting necessary rest...but she was an academy student. Still. Kichirou would have an even worse time with it.

"It doesn't hurt too much now after the mednin did his work, at least."

"In time, it will become a thing of the past." Something that you didn't dwell on too long. If she was going to get into shinobi training, she'd likely...see a lot worse.

Natsumi was silent for a moment. Everything became a thing of the past eventually. She still missed her father, but his loss was no longer so raw and fresh.

"Um...I have a question about the Sharingan. If I had to go on a mission where I was at a ballet school or something, could I watch a video with ballet dancers and copy their dance moves with my Sharingan? And I'd just know the moves after that?"

That was certainly an oddly placed question, but he thinks it through.

"Yes, but, you'd only be able to replicate the movements you saw. Something new still requires effort on your part." It seemed an odd, but ultimately harmless thing to copy.

It wasn't in Natsumi's nature to dwell on depressing things for longer than necessary. If she had Sharingan eyes now, she had best learn to use it and work hard for the sake of the clan. The expectations would be there...but that didn't mean she couldn't think about other applications.

"Can you memorize anything you see with it? I want to copy the best chefs!"

Well, he'd be lying if he said he didn't appreciate how optimistic she was.

"I'd suggest watching them in person... though cooking can be more than just movements." He had the Sharingan as well, and he was still a horrible cook.

"Mmhmm. It takes timing and knowing how to pick good ingredients, and following the recipes step by step. I cook most of the meals at home so Mom doesn't have to."

Conspiratorially, she looked around as if to check and make sure that her mother or one of the mednin weren't around to hear her.

"...and because she's not very good at it," she whispered.

That earns her a small chuckle. Not everyone was a natural, and gender seemed to have little to do with it...

"I'm sure you will pick it up just fine."