Legacy [ Naruto Reader-Insert ]

Snake in the trees

Ino beams at you, cheeks still red, and takes the yukata off of your hands. "I'll pay for ours first, when I find the perfect yukata for me. And I swear I will choose one by today." She says, jingling the money pouch she got from Father.

"I got a little extra today so it's on me." Ino sends you a conspiratory wink, "Why don't you wait at the café we usually go to, I. Uhh. Might take a while. I'll send the boys there when they find me." She laughs sheepishly and nudges you out of the store.

"Okay, take your time. I've got nothing else after this." You say to her and she replies with a happy 'mhm'.

A breath that you didn't know you were holding escapes from between your lips as you make your way to said café. A little thankful that she picked up on your reluctance to shop for longer than two hours. It honestly isn't that you didn't want to spend time with them but more like you didn't feel like going out where a crowd is going to be.

You feel very grateful that she's working hard to try to understand you. It's also one of the things that the both of you briefly talk about after you reconciled with her.

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It's a very quaint building on the corner of the main street with very traditional décor, a front porch connected to the main building for the patrons to sit and enjoy the delicacies they sell- their dango with sweet soy sauce glaze is one of their best sellers, a more savory than sweet dessert, also one of your favorites.

You sit by the counter this time, a plate with three sticks of dango for your enjoyment. Popping one in your mouth, you let the savory taste explode in your mouth as you chew on the fluffy dango. You were so busy enjoying the flavors that you didn't notice a much more older man slip on the seat beside you.

A man. A modest man. A modest and elderly man with a X-shaped scar on his chin. A harmless old man with a bandaged up eye which extends over to the rest of his cranium and an arm in a sling which he incorporated into his plain robe, its' material black (like the look in Shisui's eyes when he tells you one word- 'goodbye') and a lame leg which he carries a cane for.

He looks so unassuming that it was almost easy to look past him and just think, oh just another retired old man, but the hairs that are standing on your body says otherwise. Shisuishisuishisuishisuishisui. Your head throbs with thoughts of Shisui, burning and curdling against your brain like it was spilling from the brim of an overly full pot. All that mush in your brain screams Shisui, as soon as you notice him sitting next to you. Shisui.

For a very long second, you found yourself peeking at him from the corner of your left eye, frozen in your seat, refusing to believe what your eyes are showing you. He takes a sip from the cup, not reacting to how your shoulders stiffened or how your hand pauses halfway from the next dango into your mouth. Shisui.

You've heard some rumours about Konoha's Bogeyman. The current Hokage is hailed as the 'God of Shinobi', the strongest Hokage amongst all the rest. Even gods cast shadows. Shadow of the Ninja God, your clan calls him. You only know very briefly what he did to get that title and all of that you know, isn't at all pleasant. Shisui.

Your sense of self preservation kicks in. Your body flickers from your seat, the stick of dango airborne for a quick moment then dropping on the plate as you shunshin a couple of meters away, hands automatically on your sword, ready to pull her out of her scabbard. Your quick movement doesn't seem to rouse any attention from the rest of the patrons of the café. They just continue to eat, drink and talk happily like you aren't about to draw a weapon in the middle of the room.