FurikoMaru
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[X] You catch more flies with honey
"... I just don't understand," you say, a little more softly than before.
You can tell she's listening even if she doesn't look up. She isn't on the verge of tears anymore, but it really could go either way.
"I know we won't see each other again after this trip, and I know it isn't any of my business, but..." You swallow, feeling less like a professional kunoichi of Konoha and more like a confused teenager every second. "But I feel like I need to know why you... think the way you do."
Nabiki sighs, and places her book in her lap. She smiles sadly, and there's that weird note of affection again. "You've changed a lot, yellowhair," she says. "You've grown into a much kinder girl than I would have expected."
"But-" She reaches across the table and pats you gently on the head, "- that might not be such a good thing."
... okay. Well. Now I just have to figure out whatever the hell that means. Nabiki clearly isn't up for continuing this conversation, and even you aren't enough of a bitch to intentionally harass someone until they cry just to satisfy your curiosity.
You raise an eyebrow. "I have to ask: yellowhair?"
"You have only yourself to blame," she replies, going back to her book. "It isn't as though you took the time to introduce yourself when we first met."
"You had ten years to give me a nickname and the one that stuck was yellowhair?"
She glances at you over the top of the book. "It is the only one that is even vaguely complimentary."
"Heh. Fair enough."
=
"Why have we stopped?"
"What does it look like? We're setting up camp before nightfall."
"What?!" You stare at Kiba in disbelief. "We're camping? I thought we were going to stay at an inn, we have a delicate noblewoman with us and everything!"
"It will be so wonderful to sleep out under the stars again," you overhear Nabiki chirping brightly to Tsuruhiko.
"Not in the budget, Ino," Asuma says, shaking his tent open in one fluid movement.
"But I didn't bring a bed or a tent!" you protest.
"You'll be sharing with Ami."
Ami's eyes bug. "What?"
"No way!" you declare. "She hogs the blankets!"
"Blankets?!" she says in disbelief. "You sit up reading manga until midnight, laughing out loud at all the jokes, and then you hog the entire mattress, you greedy lunatic! One time I woke up with my entire left side pinned underneath you."
"I'll take first watch when we bed down," Asuma says wearily, "then Kiba and Akamaru, then Ino and Menka, and then Ami and I. There. Now it doesn't matter who sleeps where."
"How very broad-minded of you, Asuma-san," Nabiki comments, approaching. "Katsuhiro-san and I are going hunting for our dinner, if any of you are interested in joining us."
"I'll go with you, I guess," Kiba says, 'casually' resting his rifle over his shoulder. "I'm a pretty decent shot."
The elder retainer sniffs, a quiver of arrows slung across his back. "'Pretty decent' with a rifle nets you one kill and scatters the rest of the game, boy."
The boy grins in that particular way he knows shows off his canines and makes him look more badass than he actually is. "I haven't met a type of game yet that could outrun an Inuzuka's nose." His eyes flicker ever-so-momentarily in Nabiki's direction.
You resist the urge to sigh. Your teammate has no moves.
Fortunately for him Nabiki appears to have a sense of humour about a twelve-year-old boy hitting on her and lets it slide.
Ami gathers tinder and firewood while you construct traps around the perimeter of camp and try unsuccessfully to fend off mosquitoes.
"I hate the wilderness," you grumble, removing your sandals to shake out the pine needles.
"What? Why?" Ami asks, incredulous. "It's beautiful out here."
You ignore her. Clearly she's one of them. You sip from your water bottle and try not to think about what your Mom is cooking for dinner tonight.
Whatever that may be, you end up dining on venison. It's not so bad, but nowhere near as good as when Shikamaru's dad makes it - you make a mental note to request that recipe next time you see him.
You spend the rest of the evening
[X] stargazing with Kiba and Ami
[X] playing shogi with Asuma
[X] chatting up Tsuruhiko - maybe he knows what's up with Nabiki
"... I just don't understand," you say, a little more softly than before.
You can tell she's listening even if she doesn't look up. She isn't on the verge of tears anymore, but it really could go either way.
"I know we won't see each other again after this trip, and I know it isn't any of my business, but..." You swallow, feeling less like a professional kunoichi of Konoha and more like a confused teenager every second. "But I feel like I need to know why you... think the way you do."
Nabiki sighs, and places her book in her lap. She smiles sadly, and there's that weird note of affection again. "You've changed a lot, yellowhair," she says. "You've grown into a much kinder girl than I would have expected."
"But-" She reaches across the table and pats you gently on the head, "- that might not be such a good thing."
... okay. Well. Now I just have to figure out whatever the hell that means. Nabiki clearly isn't up for continuing this conversation, and even you aren't enough of a bitch to intentionally harass someone until they cry just to satisfy your curiosity.
You raise an eyebrow. "I have to ask: yellowhair?"
"You have only yourself to blame," she replies, going back to her book. "It isn't as though you took the time to introduce yourself when we first met."
"You had ten years to give me a nickname and the one that stuck was yellowhair?"
She glances at you over the top of the book. "It is the only one that is even vaguely complimentary."
"Heh. Fair enough."
=
"Why have we stopped?"
"What does it look like? We're setting up camp before nightfall."
"What?!" You stare at Kiba in disbelief. "We're camping? I thought we were going to stay at an inn, we have a delicate noblewoman with us and everything!"
"It will be so wonderful to sleep out under the stars again," you overhear Nabiki chirping brightly to Tsuruhiko.
"Not in the budget, Ino," Asuma says, shaking his tent open in one fluid movement.
"But I didn't bring a bed or a tent!" you protest.
"You'll be sharing with Ami."
Ami's eyes bug. "What?"
"No way!" you declare. "She hogs the blankets!"
"Blankets?!" she says in disbelief. "You sit up reading manga until midnight, laughing out loud at all the jokes, and then you hog the entire mattress, you greedy lunatic! One time I woke up with my entire left side pinned underneath you."
"I'll take first watch when we bed down," Asuma says wearily, "then Kiba and Akamaru, then Ino and Menka, and then Ami and I. There. Now it doesn't matter who sleeps where."
"How very broad-minded of you, Asuma-san," Nabiki comments, approaching. "Katsuhiro-san and I are going hunting for our dinner, if any of you are interested in joining us."
"I'll go with you, I guess," Kiba says, 'casually' resting his rifle over his shoulder. "I'm a pretty decent shot."
The elder retainer sniffs, a quiver of arrows slung across his back. "'Pretty decent' with a rifle nets you one kill and scatters the rest of the game, boy."
The boy grins in that particular way he knows shows off his canines and makes him look more badass than he actually is. "I haven't met a type of game yet that could outrun an Inuzuka's nose." His eyes flicker ever-so-momentarily in Nabiki's direction.
You resist the urge to sigh. Your teammate has no moves.
Fortunately for him Nabiki appears to have a sense of humour about a twelve-year-old boy hitting on her and lets it slide.
Ami gathers tinder and firewood while you construct traps around the perimeter of camp and try unsuccessfully to fend off mosquitoes.
"I hate the wilderness," you grumble, removing your sandals to shake out the pine needles.
"What? Why?" Ami asks, incredulous. "It's beautiful out here."
You ignore her. Clearly she's one of them. You sip from your water bottle and try not to think about what your Mom is cooking for dinner tonight.
Whatever that may be, you end up dining on venison. It's not so bad, but nowhere near as good as when Shikamaru's dad makes it - you make a mental note to request that recipe next time you see him.
You spend the rest of the evening
[X] stargazing with Kiba and Ami
[X] playing shogi with Asuma
[X] chatting up Tsuruhiko - maybe he knows what's up with Nabiki