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fistfuloflightning · 2 years

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A continuation from this: hope you like it @books-n-guns ;) took me long enough

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Mikoto had suggested a restaurant for their not-date, but any kind of restaurant fancier than a food stand makes her uncomfortable. Her options are limited but she also has intention on making this as comfortable for him either.

She hears the flapping of the noren being pushed aside and she’s looking up at the vaguely terrifying features of Mikoto’s erstwhile suitor. He doesn’t look like he smiles a lot—or at all, really.

But he’s polite enough, doesn’t wrinkle his nose at the simple food that’s slid across the counter to them, and eats with enough of an appetite that Kushina grudgingly admits he’s not too bad. If only it weren’t for the near-monotone of his voice. At this point she’d gladly take Minato’s stupidly philosophical rambling.

T&I, Mikoto said. Torture and Interrogation. Kushina is pretty sure he just talks his victims to death. She feels pretty close herself, even as she hums vaguely in response to any of his (infrequent) questions. It seems enough to keep him going. Right now he’s on some complaint about the washing machines in his apartment building getting clogged with sand from too many nin returning from Suna missions.

She inhales another bowl, catching the vendor’s eye. If she’s going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future, at least she’ll be well fed. Fugaku continues his diatribe, surprisingly talkative for someone who looks like his fingernails are being forcibly removed. It becomes a background hum, mixing with the chatter of other patrons and the clanking pans.

Until he says something she really can’t ignore.

Kushina, who’s zoned out the whole time he’s been talking, jolts back into awareness. She realizes she’s holding her chopsticks like she’s ready to stab him with them. “I’m sorry. What did you just say about Obito?”

It’s a credit to Fugaku’s seeming lack of social awareness that he doesn’t notice the edge to her voice. He blinks, unsmiling mouth curling further into a frown. “I assumed Mikoto had told you. With his grandmother not being able to—”

“No. I heard what you said.” She hadn’t. But that isn’t the point. She’ll simply ask Mikoto later. “But what did you say about Obito?” He’s one of her favorite genin, has more of a personality than most of the others and isn’t afraid to get sassy. And she’s pretty sure Fugaku just called him a half-breed.

Not in those words, exactly—but putting that kind of emphasis on Obito being part Senju and with that expression, there’s not much room for interpretation. She knows the Uchiha have a long-seated dislike of the Senju—everyone does—but her threshold for bigotry is very low.

For the first time the entire evening, his eyes are fixed completely on her. The prospect of Wicked Eye Fugaku’s complete and undivided attention would have sent many other shinobi running for the hills. But Kushina is a predator in her own right and she can read challenge in those inky eyes.

With a chill, she realizes he’s been testing her the entire ‘date’. Finding out what gets reactions, what buttons to push. He’s been toying with her. What for, she doesn’t know. She’s never even talked to Uchiha Fugaku in her life and she doesn’t know what Mikoto’s told him, if anything. But either he’s got some grudge or there’s something else going on. And Kushina doesn’t like being toyed with.

Her palm cracks down on the counter and that’s all the warning the patrons of the stand get.

While her being a jinchuuriki isn’t common knowledge, her being an Uzumaki is. People dive out of the way the moment she’s on her feet. It’s a messy fight in such close quarters, kunai digging deeply into the counter and the cook shouting something at them.

It doesn’t take long before the fight spills into the street and there’s suddenly space for them to exploit in the war they’re waging. Civilians and shinobi alike crowd out of the way with the frankly terrifying knowledge that an Uchiha and an Uzumaki are trying to kill each other.

But Kushina is intent only on the Uchiha asshole, wondering for the thousandth time why she’d said yes to Mikoto’s dubious request. It’d be one date, she’d said. You’d never see each other after it. But Kushina has a feeling that they’ll be seeing each other more than is wise.

Several senbon whistle just past her cheek and she whips a thin chakra chain back in retaliation. Fugaku isn’t nearly as powerful, but he’s fast.

His eyes spin red and Kushina can’t stop the rush of excitement that courses through her. She’s always wanted to fight a Sharingan user and Mikoto, while willing, has yet to even achieve a second tomoe. Fugaku is on an entirely different level, brutal and willing to go to whatever lengths.

She can feel the Kyuubi stir uneasily inside her—but he remains silent and still, for which she’s grateful. Sharingan users have been used since the first jinchuuriki’s sealing as a protective measure and she doesn’t care for distractions now.

They whirl around each other, mismatched but equally balanced—power and expertise fighting for dominance. And Kushina can’t stop the feral grin splitting her face. This is what she’s been missing, what she’s been searching for during battle. True competition.

It would have continued, true ninja-style, all the way through the village—but with one of his senbon pricking the artery in her throat and her fingers curled around a kunai pressed to his ribs, there’s no way to ignore the fact they’ve fought to a standstill. Kushina realizes just how close they’ve ended up, practically in each other’s arms.

She leaps back, frantically putting space between them. Fugaku doesn’t follow. He remains statue-like, sendon bristling in his fingers. Kushina can’t stop herself from thinking she sees approval in his now-black eyes.

The spell has broken and their surroundings seep back into place. But Kushina won’t (can’t) look away from the man. And he looks back with an expression she can’t read..

All she knows is that this is a truce, balanced on the blade of a kunai.

One more move and it could start all over again. Either way they’re not going to let this go, and there is promise in their eyes—there will be a rematch. And when they do, there will be no holds barred. Nothing stopping them from bringing this—whatever this is—to completion.

And when Kushina turns and disappears into the crowd that has gathered, Fugaku is left alone in the middle of the street. People eye him warily as they begin to assess the damage in the aftermath. But no one approaches him.

Fugaku wipes the blood from his mouth, and looks after the redhead with the barest trace of a smile.

#fugakushi #uzumaki kushina #uchiha fugaku #fugaku x kushina #my writing #i go for the original intention of the sharingan #each additional tomoe is a level up #and yes #obito is part senju #also i can't write fight scenes T-T

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fistfuloflightning · 2 years

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“Tall, dark and asshole? No thanks. You can keep him.”

Mikoto’s wide eyes are pleading but Kushina purposefully turns away. The Uchiha follows anyway. “But if my parents see he’s interested in someone else, they’ll stop thinking of him as a possibility—“

“And they’ll look at me and start thinking,” Kushina says sourly. “Like I said, no thank you.”

Mikoto’s brows arch meaningfully. “Does this mean Minato finally got the guts to talk to you?”

“It’s the problem getting him to shut up. I’m not looking for a date—from anyone,” she stresses when her friend’s mouth opens.

Mikoto grabs her arm. “It’d just be one date. One. And you’d never have to see him again.”

”Are you serious?”

”Deadly. He works T&I, so he hardly gets out in the field anyway.”

Kushina scrubs her forehead, already regretting the decision she hasn’t fully made yet. “And how old is he?”

“He’s only eight years older than you.” Mikoto’s look is uncomfortably triumphant.

“I’ll do it, but—BUT,” she shouts over Mikoto’s victorious crowing, “you owe me ramen for a month. Make that three months.”

The Uchiha slaps her hand into Kushina’s in a deal done. “And you’ll get it,” she says with a sharp grin. “And more beside.”

Kushina feels like she just made a deal with the devil.

#kushina uzumaki #fugaku uchiha #mikoto uchiha #fugaku x kushina #naruto #my writing #definitely not canon #fake dating #fugakushi #fugashina #Idk what to call this

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