“The Beginning of the End” (Naruto, Yondaime Hokage [Namikaze Minato] x Uchiha Shisui, #25)
Title: “The Beginning of the End”
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme No.: #25, fence
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,541
Notes: Part 1/?
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
Shisui tucked her chin to her breastbone and gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. The sheets were wet with sweat and fluids, the soft cotton sticking to her back as she moved against it.
Minato's hands were clamped around her hips, fingers digging into iliac crests, sure to leave bruises. She rest her cheek against the damp blond of his head and cried out at his intensity. His mouth was hot and slick against the column of her neck, pressing down on the pulse. She lifted a shaking hand to his back, “Mina-”, another wince.
A whispered plea, “Minato, please,” as red hair spills over the edge of his bed, her head tossed in pleasure.
He jerked his face away from her neck and froze. He stared down at Shisui with wide eyes, scarcely breathing. Her own expression she knew as if she could see it - brows drawn together in an unsightly clump above the top of her nose, mouth open in question. He backed away as if burned, pulling out of her without ceremony.
He started to speak, but the tightness in his throat allowed no words to be shared. He turned and walked quickly to the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet slam. Shisui sat up and pulled the sheet over her chest. The pipes clanged and water came shooting out of the head. She knew instinctively it was cold water he was using. She sat for a few moments, growing chilled without his warmth.
There weren't any towels in the bathroom.
She slowly lifted herself off of the bed (she felt like bruised jelly) and pulled on her discarded panties and the jounin shirt he had been wearing. The basket of clean laundry was on the chair near the bathroom door and she lifted two of the thick red towels and knocked on the door before sliding it open.
He was standing with his head under the shower head, palms pressed flat against the wall. The curtain wasn't drawn. He didn't look up as she entered. Shisui placed the towels on the sink counter and watched the water cascade down his body. “Was it the mission?” she asked quietly, just above the pounding of the water.
“Not the last, no,” he replied in a more hushed tone. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers against the tiles.
“I'll make some tea,” she informed him, turning and shutting the door without a sound.
The Uchiha had a long history of feline familiars, though they treated the connection much differently than the Inuzuka clan did with dogs. Shisui, however, had a great dislike in general of cats. It was an irrational dislike, she knew that very well, but it was one of the things about her that hadn't changed since becoming intimate with her childhood companion. (Minato was ambivalent about them - good for keeping mice away, but they liked to chase his frogs...)
Shisui did everything possible to keep cats off of her property. It was difficult, though, since her father had loved the species deeply. Even years after his passing cats still came by, hoping for his attention.
The cat on the high wall surrounding her home was a new one. Slim and long-backed its ruddy fur was sleek in the sunlight. Shisui stared at it from the kitchen window, willing it to leave. Cats are ill omens-
Instead it slowly turned its head and met her gaze, settling down on the top of the fence and bathing.
“Not the last, no.”
The shuriken left her fingers before Shisui realized it, but the cat jumped down onto the street before the metal star could sink itself into its thick coat.
It had been a week since the Whirlpool Village had been declared officially destroyed, and Kushina was still in the hospital.
She wondered, had he stopped by to visit the girl on his way home? It'd be so like him to do so. She clenched the rim of the sink, tea kettle forgotten under the running faucet. The front door opened with a slight creak and she forcibly loosened her grip, rescuing the tea pot from drowning. “Minato?” she called, doing her best to sound unbothered.
The man himself entered the kitchen and stepped behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, preventing her from moving. His lips found the nape of her neck, bared by her uncharacteristic up do. “I'm sorry.”
“For what?” There was no hiding the slight edge to her voice.
“For last night,” he breathed slowly, mouth moving against her skin. “I...” His fingers dug into her hips, pressing against the still fresh bruises.
“No,” she said quietly. “It's okay.” She hoped she sounded convinced. “It happens to all of us.”
Minato took a step back and turned her so she was facing him, hands still holding her in place. Shisui braced one hand on his chest and another on the counter. He searched her face, blue eyes imploring her for something she did not know. In an instant his gaze sharpened and focused beyond the window, at the gleaming metal in the sunlight. Shisui looked back and then slid her eyes to his.
“There was a cat,” she said simply.
Minato's hands released her carefully and she went back to preparing tea as he watched her, wanting to speak but not knowing the words to use.
A month later Kushina was released. There was a party held for her at a small dive of a restaurant that Shisui wouldn't have ever thought about even looking at on her own. She spent most of the party poking at her food and listening to the conversations Minato joined in. They were sitting next to each other, with Kushina a few seats away at the head of the table. Shisui didn't know the majority of the ninja present, and her cool demeanor scared off many from approaching her, enabling her to watch her surroundings like a hawk.
The red cat had taken to teasing Shisui, lazing about the fence outside her home at every possible chance despite Shisui's constant attempts to harm it. It was a quick animal, always dodging the knives and blades Shisui threw at it. Watching Kushina at the party, Shisui could not help but think of the animal.
Kushina was small and lithe, with a healthy glow to her skin. Her red hair complimented her complexion, and her eyes were bright with happiness. Her mouth was in near constant motion, talking quietly to those close-by one moment and calling out to the other end of the restaurant the next. She had a healthy appetite, the Uchiha noticed. And not just for the food on the plate before her.
The beer and sake had been making their rounds so the less than covert glances Kushina stole at Minato were missed by most of the kunoichi's friends. Shisui, however, noticed each one, the knots in her stomach and throat that had formed weeks ago constricting with each moment. But what sent ice through her veins were the times that Minato couldn't ignore the feeling of being watched, when he would meet Kushina's eyes before looking away and loudly offering his thoughts to a discussion on the opposite end of the table.
After the third time Shisui stared open at Whirlpool ninja, willing the redhead's green eyes to lock with hers. The moment came and Shisui was satisfied at the other woman's jerk of fear upon seeing the red and black of the Uchiha bloodline limit.
That night, in the privacy of her bedroom she gave herself to Minato. He was desperate, distracted. She twisted her hips quickly, pulling him downward so that she could rise above him. The warm evening breeze blowing through the thin curtains, whispering to her the thoughts she had been trying to ignore for so long now.
The silence of the night, punctuated only by the sounds of their love-making, was interrupted by the yowling of a cat in heat as it sought a mate.
There is no denying the tension that lies between Shisui and Minato now. He is hiding something and she does her best to ignore it, but the doubt and fear wears her down, eroding at her confidence. She begins to falter on missions, a fact which does not go unnoticed by the Hokage, and worse, by her clansmen. She is watched, and as such, is unable to meet with Minato. So the tension grows thicker, more suffocating.
She sees them one afternoon on her way home from a mission. Minato's head is lowered, brows knit together as Kushina looks up at him, eyes wide with an emotion Shisui cannot read from her distance. He raises a hand to her face, but doesn't rest it upon her cheek. Instead he makes a fist and lowers it to his side. Kushina closes her eyes and lays her hands on her stomach. Minato's eyebrows relax a bit, and his expression softens ever so slightly as he watches her fingers flex and straighten against the material of her skirt.
Shisui drops the scroll she is carrying, and somehow in the bustle of the village, it catches their attention.
And she knows it is all over.
Author/Artist: yukari_rin
Pairing: Yondaime Hokage (Namikaze Minato) x Uchiha Shisui
Fandom: Naruto
Theme No.: #25, fence
Rating: M
Word Count: 1,541
Notes: Part 1/?
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.
Shisui tucked her chin to her breastbone and gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. The sheets were wet with sweat and fluids, the soft cotton sticking to her back as she moved against it.
Minato's hands were clamped around her hips, fingers digging into iliac crests, sure to leave bruises. She rest her cheek against the damp blond of his head and cried out at his intensity. His mouth was hot and slick against the column of her neck, pressing down on the pulse. She lifted a shaking hand to his back, “Mina-”, another wince.
A whispered plea, “Minato, please,” as red hair spills over the edge of his bed, her head tossed in pleasure.
He jerked his face away from her neck and froze. He stared down at Shisui with wide eyes, scarcely breathing. Her own expression she knew as if she could see it - brows drawn together in an unsightly clump above the top of her nose, mouth open in question. He backed away as if burned, pulling out of her without ceremony.
He started to speak, but the tightness in his throat allowed no words to be shared. He turned and walked quickly to the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet slam. Shisui sat up and pulled the sheet over her chest. The pipes clanged and water came shooting out of the head. She knew instinctively it was cold water he was using. She sat for a few moments, growing chilled without his warmth.
There weren't any towels in the bathroom.
She slowly lifted herself off of the bed (she felt like bruised jelly) and pulled on her discarded panties and the jounin shirt he had been wearing. The basket of clean laundry was on the chair near the bathroom door and she lifted two of the thick red towels and knocked on the door before sliding it open.
He was standing with his head under the shower head, palms pressed flat against the wall. The curtain wasn't drawn. He didn't look up as she entered. Shisui placed the towels on the sink counter and watched the water cascade down his body. “Was it the mission?” she asked quietly, just above the pounding of the water.
“Not the last, no,” he replied in a more hushed tone. He closed his eyes and curled his fingers against the tiles.
“I'll make some tea,” she informed him, turning and shutting the door without a sound.
The Uchiha had a long history of feline familiars, though they treated the connection much differently than the Inuzuka clan did with dogs. Shisui, however, had a great dislike in general of cats. It was an irrational dislike, she knew that very well, but it was one of the things about her that hadn't changed since becoming intimate with her childhood companion. (Minato was ambivalent about them - good for keeping mice away, but they liked to chase his frogs...)
Shisui did everything possible to keep cats off of her property. It was difficult, though, since her father had loved the species deeply. Even years after his passing cats still came by, hoping for his attention.
The cat on the high wall surrounding her home was a new one. Slim and long-backed its ruddy fur was sleek in the sunlight. Shisui stared at it from the kitchen window, willing it to leave. Cats are ill omens-
Instead it slowly turned its head and met her gaze, settling down on the top of the fence and bathing.
“Not the last, no.”
The shuriken left her fingers before Shisui realized it, but the cat jumped down onto the street before the metal star could sink itself into its thick coat.
It had been a week since the Whirlpool Village had been declared officially destroyed, and Kushina was still in the hospital.
She wondered, had he stopped by to visit the girl on his way home? It'd be so like him to do so. She clenched the rim of the sink, tea kettle forgotten under the running faucet. The front door opened with a slight creak and she forcibly loosened her grip, rescuing the tea pot from drowning. “Minato?” she called, doing her best to sound unbothered.
The man himself entered the kitchen and stepped behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, preventing her from moving. His lips found the nape of her neck, bared by her uncharacteristic up do. “I'm sorry.”
“For what?” There was no hiding the slight edge to her voice.
“For last night,” he breathed slowly, mouth moving against her skin. “I...” His fingers dug into her hips, pressing against the still fresh bruises.
“No,” she said quietly. “It's okay.” She hoped she sounded convinced. “It happens to all of us.”
Minato took a step back and turned her so she was facing him, hands still holding her in place. Shisui braced one hand on his chest and another on the counter. He searched her face, blue eyes imploring her for something she did not know. In an instant his gaze sharpened and focused beyond the window, at the gleaming metal in the sunlight. Shisui looked back and then slid her eyes to his.
“There was a cat,” she said simply.
Minato's hands released her carefully and she went back to preparing tea as he watched her, wanting to speak but not knowing the words to use.
A month later Kushina was released. There was a party held for her at a small dive of a restaurant that Shisui wouldn't have ever thought about even looking at on her own. She spent most of the party poking at her food and listening to the conversations Minato joined in. They were sitting next to each other, with Kushina a few seats away at the head of the table. Shisui didn't know the majority of the ninja present, and her cool demeanor scared off many from approaching her, enabling her to watch her surroundings like a hawk.
The red cat had taken to teasing Shisui, lazing about the fence outside her home at every possible chance despite Shisui's constant attempts to harm it. It was a quick animal, always dodging the knives and blades Shisui threw at it. Watching Kushina at the party, Shisui could not help but think of the animal.
Kushina was small and lithe, with a healthy glow to her skin. Her red hair complimented her complexion, and her eyes were bright with happiness. Her mouth was in near constant motion, talking quietly to those close-by one moment and calling out to the other end of the restaurant the next. She had a healthy appetite, the Uchiha noticed. And not just for the food on the plate before her.
The beer and sake had been making their rounds so the less than covert glances Kushina stole at Minato were missed by most of the kunoichi's friends. Shisui, however, noticed each one, the knots in her stomach and throat that had formed weeks ago constricting with each moment. But what sent ice through her veins were the times that Minato couldn't ignore the feeling of being watched, when he would meet Kushina's eyes before looking away and loudly offering his thoughts to a discussion on the opposite end of the table.
After the third time Shisui stared open at Whirlpool ninja, willing the redhead's green eyes to lock with hers. The moment came and Shisui was satisfied at the other woman's jerk of fear upon seeing the red and black of the Uchiha bloodline limit.
That night, in the privacy of her bedroom she gave herself to Minato. He was desperate, distracted. She twisted her hips quickly, pulling him downward so that she could rise above him. The warm evening breeze blowing through the thin curtains, whispering to her the thoughts she had been trying to ignore for so long now.
The silence of the night, punctuated only by the sounds of their love-making, was interrupted by the yowling of a cat in heat as it sought a mate.
There is no denying the tension that lies between Shisui and Minato now. He is hiding something and she does her best to ignore it, but the doubt and fear wears her down, eroding at her confidence. She begins to falter on missions, a fact which does not go unnoticed by the Hokage, and worse, by her clansmen. She is watched, and as such, is unable to meet with Minato. So the tension grows thicker, more suffocating.
She sees them one afternoon on her way home from a mission. Minato's head is lowered, brows knit together as Kushina looks up at him, eyes wide with an emotion Shisui cannot read from her distance. He raises a hand to her face, but doesn't rest it upon her cheek. Instead he makes a fist and lowers it to his side. Kushina closes her eyes and lays her hands on her stomach. Minato's eyebrows relax a bit, and his expression softens ever so slightly as he watches her fingers flex and straighten against the material of her skirt.
Shisui drops the scroll she is carrying, and somehow in the bustle of the village, it catches their attention.
And she knows it is all over.