ooc; So I decided to write this drabble to celebrate one of my favorite characters in Naruto and the mun behind the muse~ (since I can’t afford to buy and send you something ;w;).
Happy birthday Nia~, love you. <3
And happy belated birthday to Sasuke too. xDD
It was his birthday and she’d nearly forgotten though she made a point to keep her lips sealed. While she wasn’t partial to celebrating a year closer to death she was sure he’d feel exceedingly moody if she hadn’t at least acknowledged that fact. Or perhaps it was her overactive mind getting the best of her through assumptions of his character? For all she knew the ever-bossy Uchiha could care less about his birthday these days.
Pondering the situation as she munched idly on a left over cookie, the scarlet was disturbed by the entrance of the male of discussion. With a nod in acknowledgment she scurried out of the kitchen without so much as a word of his special day— something he’d likely be sore about later but she could care less— and went about her routine of ducking into the store. The walk there provided her with ample time to figure out what to do. He loved food but hated sweets, people generally enjoyed a cake or cupcakes for their birthdays and she recalled that Shi rather enjoyed the double chocolate cake she whipped up for him.
She frowned as she passed the baking goods, huffing to herself in annoyance for she could hardly figure out what to do. If she didn’t do anything he’d assume she didn’t care and that always bode well she noted with a grunt of annoyance which garnered her a few worrying looks. They were easily waved off with a wag of her middle finger and a stiff shoulder as she piled a few pasta’s into her cart, straying away from the ramen only to double back to the baking goods to grab some frosting mix and small pack of candles. With a stubborn nod she wheeled her way toward the check out; like it or not she’d at least do something for his birthday. While she wasn’t the best at planning such occasions such as this so she prayed he was the “it’s the thought that counts” type.
When she returned it as close to dinner time, she poked around the house, tiptoeing about to see if he was home and found him gone. With a sigh of relief she hurriedly piled the items upon the counter and set about fixing dinner. Whizzing about the kitchen a she placed chicken and veggies in separate skillets and prepared them according to the little card tucked between her fingers. Wiping away sweat as the heat swelled within the room. She tugged another skillet from the cupboard and placed it on the stove on low heat as she set about fixing dessert; dumping flour, sugar, milk, eggs and chocolate powder into a bowl to stir vigorously adding necessary flavoring along the way before dumping the small mix into a single cupcake pan to bake as she set about finishing dinner.
Cooking was a taxing process for Karui when she was pressed for time but lucky for her the Uchiha had arrived shortly after she placed the finishing touches on dinner. She met him before he could wander into the kitchen dismissing his sour stare as he inquired about the smell which had, no doubt, struck a curious cord within him. Herding him out of the kitchen she warned against him coming back that way lest she allowed it in her customary threatening tone as she cleaned up her mess and set up the table for dinner. When done she called him over and they proceeded to eat. Dinner had always been something she went through great lengths to prepare and thusly Sasuke remained none-the-wiser to what occurred next.
She finished before him, rather proud of the chicken yakisoba she prepared. While she wasn’t too keen on doing the dishes and often placed in a loud fuss over the ordeal she said nothing as she took his place and prepared some dish water. With her eyes on him through her peripherals she slipped around and tugged the little cupcake she had hid away and light the small candle before delicately placing it on the table before him.
“Dunno how you are with birthday and shit but I figured I’d be an ass if I didn’t wish you happy birthday so…” She huffed softly as she tucked a band of stray hair behind her ear. Scarlet strands matching the dust upon her cheeks as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek. “Happy birthday, Sasuke.”
ooc; Bored blurry selfie; Happy 4th you guys.
Kicks the bed to wake him.
"How’d the hell did you get in here?"
Ah- he had been forced away, the short hadn’t allowed him to find her scent. A brief moment of confusion crossed him. Clearly not understanding that this wasn’t a normal thing to do. Many new of his strange habit, and no one scolded him for it. They all knew something was off when it came to Kagura.
The way he was brought up had ensured that he wouldn’t be normal like the rest. Finally he spoke, golden eyes focusing on her as he tried to get near her once again. “My wench.—- Are you Silvie?” He sounded desperate. A lost dog looking for his owner.
Taking hold of her wrist he brought her hand upwards. Nose pressing against her palm, he had repeated what he had done earlier. Sniffing her, this time he was able to take in her scent. Only to end up disappointed. “Your scent it’s too sweet.” His attention was no longer on her, her hand was pushed away as he scanned the crowd. She had become invisible to him, her words leaving no impact.
"Does it look like my name is fucking Silvie?!"
Her experience with odd people wasn’t limited to but in that aspect this by far was a rather strange encounter as well as aggravating. Once again her regard for personal space was simply tossed out of the way as he nosed her hand like some sort of dog. It was weird and left her wishing free showers were about as numerous as portable toilets. Wiping a hand upon her hip she’d curl her other into a fist and unceremoniously decked him in the stomach about as hard as she could muster her strength. Even if his attention wasn’t on her it would damn sure be so now.
“I don’t give a fuck who you’re looking for,
touch me again and I’ll bury your ass 15 feet below the damn earth.”
While six was the customary length adding several inches onto it was meant to be a testament of her fury though she supposed that punch to his gut would’ve clued him in enough. Rude people never sat well with the scarlet nor did the idiots or the annoying ones. The fact that he held the perfect trifecta served to increase her rage and urge to threaten harm more so than normal. It never tailed to do so when she saw it in others nor did it fail now.
“Why don’t you take a normal ass approach
and carry around a fucking picture for fucks sake?!”
She waved her fist at him again this time wanting him to run off or at least leave her be.
~✿~ Distant screams bellowed along the streets. Girls scurried away from the unruly man. He hadn’t shown an ounce of remorse as he tugged them along, only to sniff the top of their heads. He was in search for something, no someone. It was only when he approached her did he notice the color of her hair.
It was the same as his, although neater, tamed. Suddenly taking hold of her wrist he pulled her close. An arm finding it’s way along her waist. Leaning in, his nose nuzzling against her locks. Then he did something strange he took in her scent, sniffing her as he tried to formulate her smell.
Who in the hell did he think he was, thought the scarlet as a firm glare surfaced over her features. It was one thing to grab her, two to wrap an arm around her but to sniff her on top of all that? Oh no, she wasted no time in unleashing her lethal fury as she gave his body a decent shove, glare deepening as she held a fist up. Threatening to use it to beat the very soul from his body if he so much as touched her once more.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are
but oughta beat you black and fucking blue you little shit.”
She seethed, teeth bared like some sort of animal, grinding back and forth as if she were containing her rage or rather waiting for the moment to release it. Her fist fell to her side, her other hand balling u to do the same as she continued to glare him down. This sort of display usually forced people to either leave or engage her though she was hoping for the latter. She wanted him to give her another reason to tear him to shreds.
“AND WHAT THE HELL WAS WHAT FOR?!”
“… Are you okay?”
Not gonna lie, she was tempted to touch the butt just then.
"Does it look like I care. I told you to get food."
“I’m not your damn dog, I don’t go fetch just because you said so. Go get your own food.”
"You were gone for over a month, it’s the least you can do. "
"Cut me some slack will yah, I had some shit to take care of."