Along came a spider

[thelittleprincess]

Who: Ami and Masanori
When: Backdated to December
Where: Under a tree not far from Team Shisui's usual training ground.

Really, in retrospect it had been a poor idea to stay so close, but after years of being a social outcast Ami had come to expect a certain amount of shunning and negligence from her peers. Or at least, the peers that weren't stupid enough to try and pick a fight with her. She had forgotten, for one crucial, inexplicable moment, that Masanori was stupid, and excessively so.

So she had stayed a little too close to the field after training, choosing to settle back against a large, heavily scarred tree as she penned her latest letter to Sephiroth. It had been disappointing, getting the news that the Chuunin Exam was not an option for the team this cycle, and Ami would be lying if she said that the host site wasn't a large part of why she had hoped to attend.

She shook her head with a soft sigh and signed her name, setting the letter aside for a moment to pack up the rest of her stationary and equipment. She would post it, along with the ribbons, on her way home.

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[thelittleprincess]

Ami actually grimaced at that, her mask of indifference shattered by the aggravated wince that stole across her face. She didn't like thinking about that particular aspect of the letter normally, let alone explaining it to other people. Her aunt thought Sephiroth's doting on the doll was a cute way of teasing her, her uncle was often just as fanatic with the shop mannequins, and her cousin had elected to reserve judgment on the issue.

"...something I sent to my—friend," she stumbled briefly over the word, unused to using it but moderately certain it applied to him, foreign jounin or not. "I had hoped he would destroy it for me, but he has apparently opted to maintain it with... unsettling care."

She puffed her cheeks out in a reflexive pout, before she could think better of it.

[trapweaver]

Well, that was unexpected. And rather amusing or so was his thought as he processed that shattered indifference, the aggravated wince, and the puffing cheeks. The puffing cheeks really stole the show, though.

"Haa! You should always destroy your own things," he replied, pausing. "I guess you must trust him a lot, though, if you asked him to do it."

Which made said 'friend' that much more a curiosity. Ami didn't seem the trusting type, after all.

[thelittleprincess]

"It..." She visibly hesitated. "It looks... too much like me." She mumbled out the last part, shoulders inching up defensively as she buried her face in her high collar. "It felt—" too ominous "—wrong to do the deed myself. I didn't think he would get attached."

Certainly not to the extent that her had, at least.

"I... do," she said, and if her voice faltered, the shy, warm certainty shining in her eyes certainly didn't.

[trapweaver]

A so-called Abomination that looked too much like Ami? Masanori puzzled a moment over what it could be. A piece of artwork commissioned by some creepy stalker client maybe? In any case, his attention was drawn rather pointedly back for Ami's rather odd behavior. Her body language was different and that look in her eye was worthy of a long stare and a slowly lifted hand placed to the back of her head.

Was she sick or was this guy worthy of concern?