One day. Snow History (Shishui/Itachi)
Suddenly, I loaded a blizzard outside. All the days since the beginning of winter in Konoh were cold, but snowless, and then suddenly fell so much snow that nothing was visible. Shishui was living in a chill, wrapped in a blanket and looking at the street with some sadness. What an spite it was today that he had to go on a mission, which is likely to drag on because of the weather. Besides, he had to go not alone, but with Itachi. The caring Shishui was conscious to carry the youngest to such a storm, and the task was not very difficult, just a simple watch. No one would even think to spy at such a time, only if there was martial law, but, fortunately, the times have come peaceful and none of the enemies did not want to freeze once again.
Shinobi put on his Jonin uniform, and the top - a warm coat, but something suggested that it would do little to help in this weather. Shishui jumped out of the house. The snow immediately covered his face, tingling his skin unpleasantly, and the frosty air penetrated under his clothes, sneaking to the bone. Having clenched his teeth and endured all this, Shinobi moved to the house of his friend, who, fortunately, was close enough. Sasquet, who was sullen, came out to meet him and showed him with all his looks how he was against the uninvited guest and what he was going to do.
- Hello," Shisui said, saying hello to the younger one, who sniffed at him with dissatisfaction.
- Saske, you can't behave like that," said Itachi, who came out, gently reproaching his brother.
- But, Nni-san," Saske exclaimed, "that you promised to play with me today, like a little sparrow.
- I'm sorry, but another time," said the older man with a smile, clicking on his forehead. Shishui had to stop the laughing - he always had fun with this touching picture.
- Look," he said, drawing Itachi's attention, "maybe I didn't have...
- Itachi! - Mikoto exclaimed, interrupting Shishui, who had just decided to cancel the joint mission.
The woman jumped out to the young people, smiling to welcome her eldest son's best friend.
- Shishui, you can't dress so easily in this weather! - Mikoto splashed her hands at the guy who took his eyes off his mother's care. - So, you have to wear a scarf, too.
Just as the young man did not try to fight back, his mother was still able to tie a knitted red scarf around his neck and even kissed him on the cheek. Itachi was outraged, but still couldn't hold back his happy smile.
As a result, Mikoto pushed her son and Shishui out into the street, and he never said he was going to leave alone, leaving his best friend at home.
They soon left the village. The snow calmed down a little and fell with a lot of cereal. It was calmer to go, and it was easier to see. Though the cold did not go away. Something suggested to Shisha that after that he would go down with a cold, but he was more worried about the condition of Itachi walking next to him, who was indifferently watching the beauty around him.
It was funny to see the youngest squinting when the big snowflakes flew in on his nose. After a strong sneeze, Shishui stopped, forcing a satellite to slow down. Under his surprised gaze, the elder pulled the hood over Itachi's head and tied the scarf again, watching for the frosty red cheeks and nose to hide behind the warm fabric.
- Now everything is fine," smiled Shishi, noting that this care also made him warmer.
2 day. Two predators (Zansas/Squalo)
Animals in boxes perfectly describe the owner.
The Variians and the Vahilias have also observed this in their homes, the Vahilias. Even looking at his student, the swordsman understood how suitable his animals were for him. Yamamamoto is as devoted as a dog to play and play like a puppy, but he is free to think like a swallow and to make decisions.
The captain of the shark himself reflected the irrepressible bloodthirstiness and ruthlessness, as well as purposefulness. The caress, which was always on the royal coats, looked beautiful on the shoulders of their Prince of Variah.
However, sometimes the discovery of the "secret" features of the master does not go well. Bester cannot tolerate boredom. The bloody liger pissed off his pride and selfishness. For him, there is no greater pleasure than to stretch out on the carpet at the owner's feet and to conquer the expensive fabric. He always wants to eat, and he is also picky when they bring little or nothing that he wants to eat. He constantly growls and roars, and when he is asked or required to get up and leave, or just move a couple of centimeters, Buster just yawns, ignoring the noise that prevents him from resting.
... to be continued in the next part