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endless_scrolls) wrote2009-09-03 10:25 pm
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Lasting Impressions
Title: Lasting Impressions
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 090. Kindred [Word count: 703]
Character(s): Sarutobi Kozuki, Namikaze Minato, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen
Pairing(s): Minato/Mei friendship
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficlets100.
Dedicated to: Minato and Mei. Cuz they're awesome~
Even with her mother's gentle touch against the young girl's back, easing her forward to greet their guests, Mei could not shake the instinctual feeling of caution and alert. They had been prominent lessons in her short life, after all, taught to her almost since the day she had been born into the world. Because of who she was and where she came from -- or rather who she came from -- such things were necessary. With the village as strong as it was and the nations on the brink of war as they always were, anything was possible. There were a great deal of people willing to go to great lengths in order to gain favor with the Hokage. Including kidnapping his only daughter.
And so, despite the fact that her parents had called these strangers 'friends,' Mei was still a little wary of the Namikaze family. Especially their son.
"Mei, say hello to Minato."
She had seen a great number of people pass through the Tower, keeping them all well protected under the watchful eye of a host of Jounin ANBU guards that were lurking in the shadows. Trailing behind their every step to ensure that their safety -- his safety -- was assured. Because some visitors were kind enough and genuine in their intentions. While others still held a dark and devious nature. Visits from those characters would often times result in a trip through the secret passages and rooms hidden within the Hokage Tower. She knew them well, although not by name. For a young child of five, names were not concepts of importance or relevance. However, with the arrival of Minato and his parents, the protocols had been ignored. And she could not, for the life of her, understand why.
"Mei."
At the stern tone in her mother's voice, the young girl's mind snapped back into focus. And she gave a low bow to their guests, murmuring a soft 'welcome' as she did. The act must have seemed amusing to Minato -- although most things would probably seem amusing to children -- because when the little girl raised her head to face him, he was snickering at her. Or rather, the young boy was quietly laughing and staring -- pointing -- at her hair.
Expected as she was to follow in her father's footsteps and live up to his legend, she had been practicing kunai throwing earlier. Kozuki, fearful of another incident concerning an impromptu haircut, had tied it into two twin buns that sat on top of Mei's head. Up and out of the way. Mei had taken pride in her mother's attentive work. Because her own father had been too busy as of late to give her any sort of consideration.
And so, Mei had settled on the first plan that came to her young mind and placed it into action without a second thought. Frowning at such disrespect, she gave a swift and hard stomp on Minato's unsuspecting foot. And with all the grace and dignity that her young years had rendered, the girl turned in a huff and stormed back to her mother's side with a pout.
Usually, such actions called for quick discipline. And she had been ready for the punishment, whatever it would be. But the first -- the only -- sound that drifted to the girl's ears was not a reprimand. But laughter. First from her mother, soft and wispy. Then from the boy's parents, light but full. It began small and harmless. But with each passing second, it began to grow, each one feeding on the other and only adding to the mirth until the entire room was filled with an uproar of laughter. Confused, Mei turned to Minato for his take.
And despite the way he held his foot with care and the shout of pain he had given earlier, the boy had a smile on his face. A smirk, as she would come to describe it years later. Not one of amusement as before. Not one of revenge. No. It was something much more. Of which she could only return with equal confidence. Something that would come to be the foundation of their entire friendship: Acknowledgment and challenge.
Type: Not-So-Drabble
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: 090. Kindred [Word count: 703]
Character(s): Sarutobi Kozuki, Namikaze Minato, OC: Sarutobi Mei; brief mentions of Sarutobi Hiruzen
Pairing(s): Minato/Mei friendship
Warning(s): Creative license of events and making use of unknown information in the Naruto timeline; OCs to fill in the gap that is Tenten's history
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short drabble meant to be part of a series started when my internet was out. Ironic, huh~? ;D Theme borrowed from
ficlets100. Dedicated to: Minato and Mei. Cuz they're awesome~
Even with her mother's gentle touch against the young girl's back, easing her forward to greet their guests, Mei could not shake the instinctual feeling of caution and alert. They had been prominent lessons in her short life, after all, taught to her almost since the day she had been born into the world. Because of who she was and where she came from -- or rather who she came from -- such things were necessary. With the village as strong as it was and the nations on the brink of war as they always were, anything was possible. There were a great deal of people willing to go to great lengths in order to gain favor with the Hokage. Including kidnapping his only daughter.
And so, despite the fact that her parents had called these strangers 'friends,' Mei was still a little wary of the Namikaze family. Especially their son.
"Mei, say hello to Minato."
She had seen a great number of people pass through the Tower, keeping them all well protected under the watchful eye of a host of Jounin ANBU guards that were lurking in the shadows. Trailing behind their every step to ensure that their safety -- his safety -- was assured. Because some visitors were kind enough and genuine in their intentions. While others still held a dark and devious nature. Visits from those characters would often times result in a trip through the secret passages and rooms hidden within the Hokage Tower. She knew them well, although not by name. For a young child of five, names were not concepts of importance or relevance. However, with the arrival of Minato and his parents, the protocols had been ignored. And she could not, for the life of her, understand why.
"Mei."
At the stern tone in her mother's voice, the young girl's mind snapped back into focus. And she gave a low bow to their guests, murmuring a soft 'welcome' as she did. The act must have seemed amusing to Minato -- although most things would probably seem amusing to children -- because when the little girl raised her head to face him, he was snickering at her. Or rather, the young boy was quietly laughing and staring -- pointing -- at her hair.
Expected as she was to follow in her father's footsteps and live up to his legend, she had been practicing kunai throwing earlier. Kozuki, fearful of another incident concerning an impromptu haircut, had tied it into two twin buns that sat on top of Mei's head. Up and out of the way. Mei had taken pride in her mother's attentive work. Because her own father had been too busy as of late to give her any sort of consideration.
And so, Mei had settled on the first plan that came to her young mind and placed it into action without a second thought. Frowning at such disrespect, she gave a swift and hard stomp on Minato's unsuspecting foot. And with all the grace and dignity that her young years had rendered, the girl turned in a huff and stormed back to her mother's side with a pout.
Usually, such actions called for quick discipline. And she had been ready for the punishment, whatever it would be. But the first -- the only -- sound that drifted to the girl's ears was not a reprimand. But laughter. First from her mother, soft and wispy. Then from the boy's parents, light but full. It began small and harmless. But with each passing second, it began to grow, each one feeding on the other and only adding to the mirth until the entire room was filled with an uproar of laughter. Confused, Mei turned to Minato for his take.
And despite the way he held his foot with care and the shout of pain he had given earlier, the boy had a smile on his face. A smirk, as she would come to describe it years later. Not one of amusement as before. Not one of revenge. No. It was something much more. Of which she could only return with equal confidence. Something that would come to be the foundation of their entire friendship: Acknowledgment and challenge.