sunshineverse | I coulda gave up then but-- Then again I couldn't have

Who: Uchiha Shisui

thelittleprincess , and Uchiha Obito

thebestuchiha
Where: Konoha
When: March 24th
Notes: This is a continuation from a couple of test drive threads, moved over here for ease of access etc.

It never ceased to bring a smile to his lips when the terrain changed and the clumps of trees became thicker. It meant only one thing: the gates of Konoha were near.

It felt good to return home. Not that he was going to be promised any down time or vacation, but there was something about actually marching up to the entrance of that beloved village than keeping her at heart when fighting for her elsewhere.

Shisui identified himself at the gates, passed the security checkpoints, and, having done the needful, made a bee-line to the Hokage's office. Hands in his pockets, he was walking slower than usual, sniffing out the smell of a brand new tea shop nearby. Now that's one place he was going to have to try soon.

But first, he was going to have to report to the Hokage. And then he was going to need a shower. A nice long one if the fact that the girls weren't sending him their usual coy smiles were any indication. He also wondered what his genin was up to. It had been a while, and he was going to have to figure out how she'd fared on her own for a month. If she'd been slacking, then there would be words.

He doubted it, though.

Either way, he figured he'd find out soon enough. He did have something planned for the two of them after all.

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Ami hefted up the large plate and courier it out to the back steps, setting it down halfway down the alley and doubling back for the water bowl, carefully dodging around her teacher as she went through the obviously familiar motions.

After a moment of hesitation, she nodded to a neatly wrapped parcel stacked on top of the shoe cubby. "That's for you. You can...throw them away or something if you don't need them. Or hand them off to Uchiha-senpai or one of your cousins."

Might as well have him take the omamori and the pouch from Valentine's day while he was here, after all.

He watched her in silence, but Shisui's attention shifted to where she was gesturing to at the mention of-- well, whatever it was that was wrapped and ready to be picked up. He held back a sigh; she was still upset about his supposed 'other student' stealing away all of his time, wasn't she? If only he could show her the mission dispatch notice Obito had handed him earlier.

But all of that was classified information and he was expected not to speak a word of it to anyone. Not even a peep.

Crossing the room to pick up said parcel, Shisui glanced sideways at her, concerned. "Why would you assume I'd want to throw it away even before you've given me a chance to look at it?" It was wrapped neatly, and Shisui took his time unwrapping the little parcel, respecting all the hard work that had gone into the packing so as not to just rip into it right away.

Taking the little gifts out, however, made his eyes widen at first. Shisui's expression softened into a grateful smile only moments later, and when he turned to face her, he was still smiling. "Thank you." He meant that, too.

Reaching into his left breast pocket, Shisui deposited the little gifts there, patting it as he grinned. He didn't wear a necklace like Itachi did, but he could still carry her gifts on his person, close to his heart.

Ami shrugged one shoulder, crouching on the back stop to wait. "It's just something I made." Whether that was an answer to the gratitude or his question was up to him to figure out, but one of the knots in her chest eased up at the sign that he at least liked them a little bit. Even if they were just a good luck charm and weapons pouch, even if she tried to seem aloof, she had worked hard on making them.

But he was right; she was still ruffled over the whole 'other student' deal. It would be hard not to be, really.

For all her attempts to be mature, to be better than her year mates, Ami was still very much a twelve-year-old girl, which meant she could nurse a bruised ego and feelings for quite a while. But she strove to ignore that for the moment, funneling all of her attention to the task at hand: namely, waiting for the cats to show.

Some things Shisui was oblivious about, but the fact that she had worked hard to make something for him around the time he had to go on his mission didn't escape him. "You made them?" Not even bought. Hand-made. "That makes them extra special," he added, smiling.

Shisui didn't linger any longer, moving away to let the cats wander in at their own pace. They weren't used to his presence, so he figured it'd help their cause better should she be the only one within view. Instead, he peered around the corner to catch a glimpse at her cousin, observing in silence.

"I made all the stuff I passed out on Valentine's Day. That's what you're supposed to do." Usually in regards to chocolate, but given that she grew up in a textile shop it was perhaps understandable that her sense of what was normal and what wasn't was rather skewed. It was important to make something with your feelings in it, after all.

Her cousin was a rather nondescript teenager, lacking the vibrant coloring Ami had inherited from the other branch of her family tree. He was skinny, with brown hair and wire-rimmed spectacles, only looking up from his work when one of his parents called back for him to help with some aspect of the shop. On one such errand he glanced up and gave Shisui a cordial nod, eyes flicking to the back stoop where Ami was already petting the cats that had begun to gather before he ducked into one of the various storerooms.

Apparently, Ami spent most of her time either out training or at home, with few visitors.

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