Oneshot or drabbles for Yuki
Note: There are spoilers for Itachi in this oneshot. Read only if you've read to at least chapter 402 I believe. Instead of blanks this time, switch words as you feel necessary. Oh, and I laugh in the face of timelines. Even if this really didn't happen around Christmas, it did! IT MUST FIT MY ONE-SHOT! O.O
Name: Yuki Bennett
Hair Color: Jet black (length to the shoulders and flips at the ends) with choppy bangs
Eye Color: Dark brown with red hints.
Height: 5' 5"
Former Village: Mist
Ninja Rank: Anbu
Jutsu: Genjutsu, healing, and sensory. Is best at Genjutsu, and for sensory, she's good at listening and hearing related things. Was learning healing ninjutsu when she was recruited to the Akatsuki.
How She Joined: Sasori was investigating a possible village where one of the jinchuuriki may reside and she was on a mission. He watched a battle between her and an A-ranked rouge ninja and reported her skills to Pein, who sent Hidan to recruit her. She put up a great fight, and insisted she would protect her village, no matter what. This caused Hidan to grow more respect for her than Dali, and he managed to convice her to join the Akatsuki. He told her that she would have a slight advantage in protecting her village by joining the Akatsuki. She could prevent unnecessary battles with her village's shinobi.
How They Treated Her (at first): Ignored her until she (rather forcefully) made them get to know her. After that they talked to her more but kept their distance. She became good friends with Itachi (who she's dating after learning more about each other while on missions or at some of the bases) and Sasori.
Other Appearing OC
OC name: Dali
Looks: Normal build, dirty blonde hair, grey-green eyes, 2 inches shorter than Yuki and Deidara (who apparently is the shortest of the Akatsuki at 5 ft 5.4 inches),
Clothing: Black shorts that stop at the knees (for story purposes, like temperature, she will be wearing long sweatpants-like pants), ninja shoes, long sleeve fishnet shirt with a blood red T-shirt over it, and of course, the Akatsuki cloak, which she wears on missions and for a sweater/cloak. Doesn't wear shoes anywhere but outside.
Personality: Slightly sarcastic, witty, normally good natured, very defensive, emotions easy to read (clear as day on her face), is often deep in thought.
Joining the Akatsuki: Most ignored her for a couple weeks and then started to slowly interact with her. They were either busy or were observing her abilities and personality from afar. Some didn't care to meet her in the first place. She joined the Akatsuki when Itachi and Kisame approached her in the Sand Village. She's at Jonin level, but never got to take the Jonin Exam while she was a sand shinobi. No kekkai genaki but is a strong wielder of wind chakra and ninjutsu. Taijutsu and genjutsu are almost the same, with genjutsu being a bit stronger. Taijutsu is a slightly over average. Can wield a sword, but can't throw shuriken for her life.
That one day of the year set aside and dedicated to you. That monumental moment when you realize, "Hey, would you look at that? I'm a year older." At least, that's how it's supposed to feel. Does anyone actually care that you've survived another 365.25 *sighs* I suppose birthdays aren't the real problem here. My boyfriend of three months has suddenly become detached from the rest of the world. Maybe it's just me. Itachi hasn't been giving me eye contact, and he has been ignoring my present entirely. He isn't one for talking, but he normally at least gives me a hello, or SOME sort of acknowledgement. I shuffle down to Pein's office. We have just arrived at the base, and already Pein has been dishing out orders. We were all psyched for the mini break, but finding a day that would work for everyone was a hassle. Oh well. It turned out okay, I guess. There is supposed to be some big hoo-haw party later, and we all need to help out. Deidara went to his room to work on an important project for Dali, one of my friends. I sometimes envy Dali. At least her guy makes an attempt to make her feel special. She doesn't realize how lucky she is. Sasori already got a project from Pein and is working diligently in his wood-room. I rap on the door of Pein's office and open the door. Itachi has his palms on the desk, and he's leaning over it, having a heated argument the Akatsuki leader. He sees me at the door and leaves, not even glancing my way a second time.
I feel hurt but gulp down the lump forming in the back of my throat. "What was that about?"
Pein smiles slightly in a comforting gesture. "We just had a slight dispute, that's all."
". . . Oh." I brush my fingers on his desk in an intricate design and look at my shoes. "So did you need me for anything?"
"Yes, actually. There seems to be a problem that only you can solve." I jerk my head up quickly, my bangs flying askew. My eager eyes widen and I await his orders with hope. Maybe he'll put me to work so hard I won't have time to think about my relationship problems! "I need you to take the week off." All of the positive feelings spiral down to he bottom of my stomach. I sigh and look to the floor again. So much for that plan. "Now now, no need to be so excited," Pein replies sarcastically. "You've been looking down, so I decided that you need some time to get your emotions straight. Think of it as an early birthday present. By the time you're feeling better, you will have a couple more days to yourself, and you'll finally have time to relax."
"But sir!" I protest. "I want to work, really, I do! Re-gift the week off to Hidan, or someone. He would benefit more from it anyways."
He raises his eyebrow. "Are you disobeying a direct order? Take the week off." He leans back into his swivel chair and folds his hands together.
"Yes sir," I say wearily, trudging to the door. I clonk to my room, flop onto my bed, hug my knees, and rock back and forth. I gaze at the ceiling, an idea popping into my head. If Pein won't make me do work, I'll think of some for myself. I blindly grasp for a sketchpad and pencil on the desk by my bed, and set it on my lap, still lying flat as a board. I move my hand fluidly across the paper; my eyes never once look away from the ceiling. I memorize each crack, drawing them as I thought they should look like, but I never look at the paper. It was a good challenge. As soon as I'm done with the ceiling, I rip the paper and toss it to the ground. My eyes fixate on the next object of choice, and the pattern continues. Later on, I no longer draw objects blindly, but anything that pops into my head. A shuriken, fowl, an apple. The drawings get more elaborate and embellished, and I'm still working fast and diligently. Pretty soon, there are so many parchments scattered on the floor that you can't see even an inch of wood or carpeting. I'm about to grab another piece of paper, when the deep throaty laugh of Hidan pierces through the wall.
"Y-you want me to do what?" Hidan sniggers, booming like an elephant.
Deidara's voice is much quieter, but I hear him shush Hidan and smack him on the shoulder. "Don't forget. She can't know what's going on!"
"Whatever... Don't blame me when your brilliant plan backfires," Hidan chortles, voice fading out as he walks down the hall.
My own feet pad down the hall as I rush to the kitchen. My arm has "writer's" (in this case, drawer's) cramp and I'm hungry from traveling. I spin into the dining quarters, my hand touching the doorframe to propell me in the right direction, but stop when I see the sight before me. Itachi, in his normal shinobi's outfit, has his sleeves rolled up and he's bustling around the kitchen. Chopping vegetables, stirring a boiling sugary mixture, and measuring flour. It clicks, like the satisfying "snap" of buttons on a coat, in my head. Itachi must be the one preparing for dinner later. He does seem like he best cook. None of us are too keen on finding out Tobi or Zetsu's chef skills; and besides, everyone else is either too busy, or hazardous to anything food related. His intense eyes nearly burn holes in the meal he's prepping for, as he diligently prepares each individual ingredient with care and precision. He chops several carrots into equal pieces and brushes them aside, into a bowl. Like water, in fluid strokes he performs different cuts or folds to the different ingredients. He turns and starts to loot through the refrigerator for more items.
Is there anything this guy can't do?
My "Inner-Self," I suppose you could call it a conscience, chuckles at the tone of my thoughts. "Now, now, jealousy is quite unbecoming of you."
I silently sigh. How can I not be envious? He's giving the food more attention than he's given me all week, and unwant is hitting me in waves. I groan at the statement. It's like I'm admitting, something I never I do (especially not around others), that my boyfriend's ignoring me.
"Acceptance. It's the second step (after Denial) to Normalization. I can't wait till the Paranoia to kick in," my conscience chuckles.
"Yuki." The voice of the Uchiha before me sounds like rippling water, smooth to the touch, and breaks me out of my thoughts. I can't help but notice the icy bite to his statement. Making my name sound more like a nuisance rather than his girlfriend.
I swallow the lump forming in my throat and reply with a similar chilling tone, "Itachi."
He grabs the long knife again, and starts cutting up more vegetables. "What are you doing here? Don't you have work to attend to?"
My hand grasps the oak wood even tighter. "Pein gave me the day off."
Itachi sighs, "What do you need then?"
I bite my lip. "I was going to get a snack."
"Hurry it up then. I have stuff to do."
I scamper to the refrigerator. "You know, you've been acting like a total jerk lately." I bite into the gala apple I grabbed, looting through the fridge for something else to tame my stomach.
Itachi snorts, "Jerk? That's the best insult you could come up with? Someone needs to expand their vocabulary."
I slam the door and retort, "What's wrong with you? You've been acting like a stranger. Even Kisame agrees."
He gives me an irritated scowl and growls, "Kisame needs to mind his own business." The scowl turns into a pointed stare. "You better not have eaten all of the apples."
Salty tears sting my eyes. "Fine, I can see when I'm not wanted. I just wanted to talk, and resolve this… this mess!" I run out of the room, but if I had turned back, I would have seen his outstretched hand, helplessly reaching for my retreating form, and the look of distress and regret on the Uchiha's face.
I slam open the door of my "fishy-friend's" room, and collapse in the nearest chair. Kisame, who was sitting on his swovel chair, eating a sandwich, jumps, slightly startled. "Whaffs uph, Yhuki?" He swallows the mouthful of bread and meat. "You seem kinda down."
Between hiccups I mumble, "I-Itachi is ju-ust being awf-ful!" I inhale deeply. "He isn't talking to me anymore, and is avoiding me like the plague! I don't understand what I did! It's like he thinks I'm a complete stranger that barged into his life."
Kisame gives me a knowing expression, and pays me on the shoulder. "He must be going through a tough time. I wouldn't worry too much about it. He is quite the anti-social one after all. He's never been open about his problems, and this is the way he deals with it. Just let him cool down for a while, okay?"
"But he has no problem talking to the others! He's singling me out for his rage, and lashing out at me completely! That's even worse than ignoring me. Maybe he's decided he doesn't like me anymore."
"Just give it some time. Trust me on this one. Talk a walk outside to clear your thoughts, because you never know what will happen at Konan's Christmas Party later." His jagged teeth take another bite out of the meaty treat. "Eyihh khanff whaiff. Fffheh pharffy shooll beh grehff!" [1.5]
Despite the nagging feeling in my gut, I listen to Kisame. I walk to the entrance/exit of the building and am walking past Dali, who has a ditzy grin on her face, indicating that she is going to see Deidara (I can't believe they aren't dating yet. It's obvious to everyone but them that they like each other.).
She claps me on the back and says, "Happy Birthday Yuki! You're birthday and Christmas present are combined, so you're gonna have to open it later, okay?" I attempt to smile, but I wouldn't be too surprised if it looked like I was grimacing in pain.
The outside mirrored my feelings exactly. Cold, dreary, inwardly crying out like the spring's falling rain. I hike up my way too long yoga pants and start treading through the ankle deep snow. I walk not even three steps when, with a plop, wet chunky ice-particles embed themselves in my hair. I quickly brush off the cold snow and look up, flames bursting from my eyes.
Didn't Pein tell Hidan to clean the gutters ages ago? Figures that the idiot never does what he's told.
I trudge down the slippery steps of the porch, which hasn't been swept ever, and crouch down in the snow. I roll the chilly compaction into the size of a ramen bowl, and keep adding to it until I have a makeshift chair. It's really cold, but I'm not in the mood to care. Cold, warm, moderate, does it really matter? The falling particles lightly dust my hair, face, and clothes, and I just sit there; I watch the clouds swirl and cause more precipitation, and see an occasional squirrel or rabbit dash across the yard. My fingers begin to go numb so I flex them and shove them into my pockets. What seem like hours pass, and Hidan storms outside with a broom, muttering about Dali, Deidara, and cursing random stationary objects. He swings the broom at the roof and knocks off little chunks of ice and snow. He notices me and does a double take.
"Yuki? What the heck are you doing? You're going to fridging freeze!" He throws down the broom and pulls me up from the chilly ground. "Look. The party's started already. Go inside." He shoves me up the steps and to the door. "And next time, instead of freezing your butt out here, wear a flipping coat!"
I enter the base and an array of lights burst from every direction. Reds, blues, yellows, and greens light up a perfectly balanced spruce. The bluette frantically fusses with the shimmering tinsel and ornaments. "I-it's… amazing."
"You think so?" Konan turns around, her fingers still messing with the tree. "Are you sure everything looks okay?"
I nod my head quickly. "Positive! I can't imagine it looking any better!"
She smiles. "Hey, you like checkers, right?" I warily say yes and she excitedly points over to the fireplace. "Itachi is looking restless. Why don't you join him?" I know she's just trying to be helpful, but I can't help but feel disappointed. My eyes betray me, and flicker towards his direction. His hair is pulled back into the usual, casual ponytail, and he is lazily lounging on the floor, his hands propping him up. He looks extremely bored, as usual, but I can see that he is eyeing the checkerboard on the table. I suck in my breath and march to the table. His eyes glance at me before looking back at the table.
"What?" His irritated voice rings in the still air, his words and tone stings my ears.
I exhale sharply, "I just wanted to know if you wanted to play checkers. I know it's your favorite board game, as much as you pretend otherwise." I open the box and begin to set up the pieces, black for Itachi and red for me. He shifts positions so he's facing the table, and I make the first move. I hear a loud gasp from the doorway. Dali just walked in the room, dazzled by the vibrant decorations, and shocked at the usually cluttered room's neatness. Whatever. She wouldn't be so shocked if she hadn't been so giddy to find Deidara. I wasn't one to talk. I spent a lot of my afternoon hiding in my room or outside, pining over a crabby Uchiha.
"Oops! Sorry." Apparently it was my turn. We manage to get pretty far into the game, albeit, it wasn't easy with Hidan, Deidara, and Dali making a huge ruckus in the corner over punch. They made it more challenging to concentrate by coming over and sitting next to us, making googly eyes at each other and blushing. I glance over to Itachi, he is physically tensing up at Deidara's unwanted presence. Deidara doesn't make it any easier by glaring at Itachi the entire time. Dali is making a confused, ditzy look, and swats the air in front of her, scattering the red and black pieces across the room. Itachi lets out a feral snarl which Deidara returns with an equally evil growl.
The brooding Uchiha double jumps my "kings" and with gritted teeth says, "Don't you two have something else you could be doing?"
Dali pulls back Deidara, who looks like he's going to try to tear Itachi to shreds, and tells him, "How about some eggnog? I think I saw some in the fridge."
I wait patiently for them to scurry into the kitchen, and then backhand-slap Itachi in the arm. My eyes narrow viciously and I hiss, "What is up? Just because you are in a crappy mood, doesn't mean you have the right to take it out on the rest of us." Itachi looks slightly startled, and folds his hands under his chin. " We can either solve this right now, or I think we will have to take a break from being together. I really, really, like you, Itachi. But I don't understand why you can't just talk to me! This situation isn't working good, for either of us!" I glower at him impatiently and wait for a response. "Well?"
He is silent for a few more seconds, contemplating what to say. "Well." He finally says, in an affirmative tone.
"Well, what?" I shriek shrilly. "You think this is a joke?"
"I never said I thought you were joking. The situation isn't working well. You need to work on your-"
That's when I finally lost it. "Work on my what?" I screech, my voice increasing in decibel with each syllable. "My grammer? You know what else needs working on? YOUR SOCIAL SKILLS! BECAUSE THEY'RE DOWNRIGHT AWFUL!" I flip over the table and storm out of the room. I head over to my bedroom and slam the door closed, locking it and barricading it. Now that my brain is fully functioning, I see what a total mess my room actually is. "Oh fooey. Why didn't I clean this up earlier?" I sigh, probably for the one-hundredth time today, and bend over to scoop up the papers. I stack them in a neat pile on my desk, and it doesn't take to long for me to hear persistent knocking on my door. I ignore it, and choose to read, something I haven't been able to do in a while. The knocking gets faster and louder, till it get's to the point of being unbearably annoying, but all I do is smile. It IS my birthday, so I should be able to do what I want to.
"Yuki Bennett, if you do not open this door right now, I'm breaking in!" Itachi's voice has now lost all of its calm and collectiveness and has a panicked tone.
'Good luck trying to get in… I stuffed all my furniture in front of that door, there's no safe way to get in.' I chuckle to myself. 'Let's see how he likes to be ignored.'
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Faint cursing is heard from the other side of the door. "What did you do to this? Weld it to the wall?"
Itachi lets out an exasperated groan. He hasn't stopped kicking my door, and I know it's only a matter of time before he gets serious. *Crack* *Creak* 'Hear we go.' *Slam* "Did you need something?" I ask innocently. "I'm really busy, so I'd appreciate it if you kept the noise level down." His piercing eyes nearly drill a hole in my head. It's bearable for the first few minutes, but after it's clear that he isn't going to leave, I give in. "What?" I ask. "What do you need?"
"You're mad at me, aren't you?"
"No kidding Sherlock; you'll make a fine detective one day."
"Yeah, you should b- Wait, what?"
"I'm sorry." Those two words make all my pent-up anger melt away. "I should have tried harder to be more pleasant." He doesn't stop to wait for my reaction. "You know Orochimaru, right? You've heard of him?" I nod my head.
"He's that psychotic ex-Akatsuki member that does all those crazy experiments; am I wrong?"
"That is an accurate analysis, yes. Recently, he attacked my old village, killed the Hokage, and bit my brother."
"Pardon? You say he bit your brother?"
"He gave my brother the curse mark." I shudder. I've heard enough horror stories about the murderous curse mark from Dali.
"Is that what got you all worked up?"
"Mostly. I have to protect Sasuke, even if that will cause my downfall."
I look up at him (I am still on the floor after all) with shock flooding across my face. "But you killed your own clan! Annihilated everyone! Wiped the Uchiha's off the face of this Earth! Why would Sasuke matt-" An almost pained look was shot at me. "You truly cared for them, didn't you? You loved your family. So then why?"
"It was an order from the Hokage." Immediately I understand. I too, would do whatever it took to protect my village.
"I can understand the 'save the village' bit, but to me, family has always been top priority. Did the Hokage think that your family was too powerful? Wanted to knock off the competition?"
His lips form a bitter smile. "Your words ring close to the truth, Yuki. Yes, my family was one of the most powerful in the history of the nations, but he didn't want to knock off the competition. My family was planning a coup d'etat." He lets the words sink in. "Technically, I didn't FULLY complete my mission, I was supposed to kill everyone."
I put two and two together. "But you cared too much for your younger brother to kill him. He must have been, what, seven?"
"Seven, eight, something like that. He was too young to know the treacheries of the Uchiha. He was the only one that could be spared."
"And so you killed them, so he wouldn't have to take part of it." Itachi nods, and I say, "But he hates you now! If he knew the truth-"
"If he knew the truth, his fate would be sealed. He wouldn't be able to have a happy life in Konoha afterwards. I'd rather die 1,000 times than for my brother to become like me. So that's why I'm leaving soon."
"L-leaving? Why! Are you going to-!" I can't say it. That dreaded word. Die.
"I'm not going on a suicide mission, Yuki. What do you take me for? I'm going to make sure a certain someone keeps his promise. Sasuke needs to become stronger. And if me being alive for now will make him a better shinobi, that's what I'll do. Besides," his lips form a genuine smile, unlike the distressed one he had earlier. "I still have things to live for." He walks closer to me and sits down, but I scoot away, and put on a fake scowl.
"Hey! No sitting next to me!" I growl while secretly smiling on the inside. "Stress and worry are no excuse for poor behavior!" Itachi looks at me in shock. My scowl breaks away. "Kidding!" I giggle in a sing-song way.
"You!" He huffs with an irritated expression. He then pulls me into a gentle hug. I close my eyes and shift into a more comfortable position.
What seems like eternity passes before I say, "So, now what? I bet the rest of the crew are all wondering where we are."
"Nope? Itachi, we've been gone for at least a 20 minutes. I think someone has noticed."
"Ah, but that's just the thing! We haven't been gone."
"Itachi. We're sitting on the floor of my room. We aren't at the party, which means we are gone." I start to get up. "Come on. I heard that there's delightful punch."
"I'll get it." Itachi says in an amused voice. He opens up my shredded and splintered door to reveal a perfect replica of the two of us standing there with punch. Shadow clones. "I think it would be quite tiring to join the rest of the party, especially after the day we've both had, don't you think?"
So I shrug my shoulders and huff a 'whatever,' as I sit down and open my book; leaning against the side of my bed as I do so. Itachi sits next to me, shoulder-reading for a while, until he grabs a book for himself. We spend the rest of the night in peace, away from the violent world.
1- What's up, Yuki?
1.5- I can't wait! The party should be great!
Yeaaaah sorry about the wait! I am working on everything I need to. Don't worry! I've just finished school a couple days ago, so no more last minute projects! Yaaaaay!
In all seriousness, I am working on the stories. I'm just a slow worker. :)
I don't know if this turned out how I wanted it to, but I can always go back and revise it, I guess. Bye, for now!