#saryie drabble

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Small Encounters

This comes from back in Saryie’s academy days when she was finally transferred into Iruka’s class. 

Small Encounters

Saryie didn’t have many friends in the academy while growing up. It wasn’t because she was shy or distant. She was rather sociable and open, but she had a distinct drive to catch up to her peers. After all, how was she going to become stronger if she was not even at the same level as the kids her age.

No, the reason she hardly had friends as a child was because she was focused. She was able to excel pass three grades within two years in order to catch up to everyone else by age 11. That had left little time for her to create bonds since the minute she was introduced to a class she felt like she was being transferred to another.

Things had only begun to slow down when she had finally transferred to the grade with kids her age. She was no longer behind and could learn at the pace of everyone else. She would never forget how stoked she was when that day had come.

Iruka, her new teacher, had introduced her to the class as a new student and lucky for her, she didn’t have to make any speeches. Instead after her introduction, she was given her assigned seat at the back of the classroom. Which, now that she came to think of it, might have also contributed to her not making many friends.

It was in that back of that classroom, she was able to observe others and quickly learn the dynamics of the class.  She learned who everyone was by listening. Whether if it was by what others had to say about someone or by watching them make spectacles of themselves. She learned quickly who the class clown was. Iruka would always be scolding him and calling out his name. Naruto was a very hard name to forget.

However, during her first week it felt like many of the kids had already forgotten her name.  She had only managed to catch the attention of a few and was barely getting to know the kids around her seat.

One of the few kids that were interested in her was Kiba Inuzuka, she was going to learn. He had stopped her outside during their personal training time. He had stood assessing her while in his coat and jeans. His shaggy hair peeping through his hood. His demeanor laying on an impression that rubbed Saryie the wrong way. He had seemed arrogant and nosy.

“So, you’re the new kid, huh?”

Saryie turned around to spy the boy who had spoken.

“Obviously so,” she stated with a roll of her eyes as she turned back to practicing with her dull kunai.

“There’s not many new kids that come around. You from here?”

“I live here,” she retorted. She was on guard based on his tone and came out sounding snippy.

The boy sniffled twice. “Nothing like I’ve smelled before if you live here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The tops of her ears became heated at the insinuation he was implying. She sharply turned to him. Her eyes inflamed as she came into his personal space.

“Tch. Nothing!!” Kiba shot out defensively.  “You smell different is all.”

He turned his head away from her childishly like what he said was not offensive at all.

“Well your face is different!” she countered, her face puckering in annoyance.

His head spun back towards her with his eyes narrowing in on her short frame.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“YOU HAVE TRIANGLES ON YOUR FACE!” She blatantly pointed out. Her voice raising after his.

“At least I don’t look like some wannabe ninja!!” Kiba taunted, feeling his own anger rising.

Saryie clenched her fist. “I’m more of a real ninja than you!”

Kiba huffed out a laugh. “HA! Yeah, right. You couldn’t beat me at anything if you tried. I’ve been doing this ninja stuff for way longer.”

Saryie’s eyes sharpened at the challenge.

“Oh yea? Well how about a race then?”.

Kiba’s lips twisted into a smirk revealing one of his fangs. He was confident that she had challenged him to the wrong activity. “Any time. Anywhere.”

Saryie threw her blunted kunai at the ground forcefully. She used her foot to push kunai further into the ground, imbedding it at their feet.  

“First one to the fence and back, wins.”

“Fair enough.”

“Good.”

They both ready themselves before shouting go and charging through the air. Kiba was first to take the lead, having reached the fence first. He had longer legs in comparison to her but she knew she was agile and quick.

She was on top of his tail soon after tapping the fence. She sped passed him in the final seconds, grabbing her kunai as witness to her victory before he could even get his hands on it.

Kiba huffed ungracefully, having tried to out run her in the last instance. He scowled in his defeat and looked begrudgingly up at Saryie’s confident smile. She twirled the kunai around on her finger while eyeing him.

“See? Piece of cake.”

“Heh. Yea, whatever… I wasn’t even going my fastest. Plus, I already ran lot this morning,” Kiba mentioned nonchalantly as he placed his hands behind his head.

Saryie was about to get worked up again when she saw a small fluff ball pop out of Kiba’s jacket. Her eyes went wide at the sudden appearance of the dog in his coat as it woofed in greeting.

“Awe you have a doggy!”

She instantly was in front of Kiba, invading his space as she inspected the dog. She was already petting the dog before Kiba even had a chance to speak. He was surprised by her change in mood and felt oddly nervous about their proximity.

Saryie didn’t seem bothered by the proximity as her attention was fully on the dog.

“Yea, he’s my ninja hound. His name’s Akamaru,” Kiba answered, his tone mellowing.

“He’s cute.”

“Thanks…”

Saryie smiled at the pup before standing straight and meeting Kiba’s eyes. He could feel a blush creeping up along his face as he sniffled once more.

He immediately turned away from her.

“I’ll see you around, Smelly.”

He offered his farewell and just like that Saryie was irritated once more while watching his retreating back.

When he was out of view and when no one was looking, she checked herself.

She couldn’t smell anything and undoubtedly thought he was lying.

Eventually she learned of Kiba’s sharp sense of smell and he would comment on her scent every time they crossed paths.

Little did she know, he never meant for his original comment about her smelling different to be an insult. Yet, ever since their first encounter, the two always manage to butt heads and argue. The nickname he gave her following her into their late pubescent years.

She was never fond of Kiba as their bond was constructed of rivalry and discord. She had enough arguments at home to deal with and she wasn’t going to let him think she was anything else than his equal. He had underestimated her and that only fueled her to prove him wrong.

Maybe that’s why she hardly had friends in school. She saw them as competition rather than as her allies and Kiba had only been one of the first bonds of the many she would make.

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Meet Your Sensei

Naruto Drabble. Oc Team. Origins. Characters: Iroha, Saryie, Michi, and Azumi.

Summary: Team H was formed when all three ocs graduated to genin. They're not sure what to make of each other or of their sensei. And by the looks of it, their sensei isn't impressed either.

Meet Your Sensei

Iroha knew becoming a sensei was supposed to be a high honor. To lead the next generation into the future and to teach them the way of the ninja to make your village proud and for your village to grow stronger.

However, upon being assigned to a team of genin, Iroha couldn’t help but wonder if this high honor should have been bestowed upon someone with more patience and charm. He felt oddly stiff and inept in front of the three pair of eyes.

The three young genin had just graduated from the academy and were given to him to lead. Two of the three were girls and the other a boy. They sat idly waiting for his instruction.

One of the girls, was looking at him with large inquisitive eyes. She was itching to pop the most obvious question from her mind at the sight of him. Before he had walked in, he had heard her through the wall wondering who their sensei was and how excited she was to get to her training. He could feel her restless energy radiating from her and knew he shouldn’t take long to speak.

The other girl sat quietly. She did not avoid his gaze when he looked upon her. She held her face stoically but the shape of her eyes made her look rather bored. She kept her arms firmly crossed and was turned slightly away from her other two teammates.

Lastly, the male genin sat languorously back in his seat. His head was lax and supported by the wall as the chair balanced on its rear pegs. His hands were behind his bright blue hair, the most notable trait of his appearance. His face was blank as his eyes were set on Iroha.

“Good day, students.” Iroha began as he coughed slightly to clear his throat. “I am your sensei and captain, Iroha Hyuga, from this day onward until I am dispose of or until you reach the status of Chunin.”

Silence followed his statement. Two were blank stares and the other was laced with confusion. Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned his possible death on the first meeting. Too late for that he supposed as he kept his eyes on them.

His posture was straight with his hands clasped behind his back. His long brown hair tickling him at his wrists. Surprisingly, his hands weren’t clammy, even though he wasn’t so sure about teaching a bunch of preteens, but Lord Third had suggested he do so.

“Let’s start with introductions. Give me your name, skill, and aspirations for the future.” He spoke quite forwardly as he tilted his chin to the boy to start.

The boy shrugged carelessly as his one fang tooth slipped passed his lips with a smirk as he began to speak. “Well I’m Michi Haruki. I have mastered my clan’s secret technique the Reptilian Armor jutsu. And I don’t have any plans for the future. I’ll let the wind take me wherever it goes.”

He shrugged again as his hand came to scratch at his chin.

Iroha nodded. He turned his gaze to the next one in line, the short spirited one. She was eager to speak.

“My name is Saryie. I am a taijutsu and water style user. And my goal is that I am going to beat every single opponent in battle and become the strongest shinobi there is!” She declared with fiery eyes.

Michi snickered and she was quick to turn on her teammate.

“Was something I said funny?!”

“Yea, your goal. I already seen you lose a few battles in the yard at the academy,” Michi mentioned with amusement.

She huffed. “Those weren’t losses. They were only round one. I’ll have my chance again to beat them and prove myself.”

“Whatever you say, Hatake,” Michi chuckled.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but their bickering had subsided so Iroha moved his attention to the last member of his team. She had been watching her teammates squabble without a lick of emotion. Her dull eyes connected with his before she spoke.

“Name is Azumi Heizu. My skills are in genjutsu and poison. For aspirations, I have none,” she answered shortly.

“Oh come on! Not you too. You’re really just as lazy as Michi to not to come up with any goals?” Saryie blurted out incredulously.

Azumi’s gaze turn sharply to her teammate. “Goals and aspirations are pointless in the life of a shinobi. Our lives are short and we all come to an end with a kunai in our bellies. I am not lazy. I simply see no reason to think on the future. It is all the same.”

“Great! A pessimist,” Saryie drawled with annoyance in her voice. “Why did I get stuck with a downer and a slug?”  

Iroha listened to the small girl complaining about her chosen teammates. The boy seemed unbothered by her whining and even threw a few mocking jabs at her. The other girl sat straighter. She seemed defensive and annoyed with the Saryie’s behavior.

Iroha could not blame Azumi. Saryie was very outspoken about her opinions. He wasn’t quite sure how he would be able to keep her steady. Evaluating the other two, he knew he had his work cut out for him. He would have to reign in Saryie’s behavior, encourage Michi’s participation, and help Azumi come out of her desolate shell.

He whispered a prayer under his breath. He needed strength and wisdom beyond his years for this, to facilitate in bringing these three genin together as a team.

He coughed once more to interrupt Saryie’s grumbling as he gained his students’ attention once more.

“Now that we are all familiar with each other. We’ll get right down to the test and see what you three are made of. If there’s any hope at all, I won’t have to send you back to the academy.”

All three students staggered at the prospect at being sent back to the academy but soon their eyes shone with determination as the short girl stood up from her desk.

“You’re on!” She challenged.

At least one of his students held some enthusiasm, though he wasn’t sure if he like it very much. This team was definitely going to take some getting used to and a lot of patience.

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To... uh... go with that drabble I posted earlier hahaha. I figured might as well just add this here of Sai x Saryie This art was commissioned from SajoPhoe on Deviantart. 

#sai #sai naruto #sai x saryie #saryie #oc #naruto oc #cannon x oc #not my art #sai x oc #nsfw? #maybe

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Their First

Yea.... So another drabble piece and I don’t think I’m going to incorporate this into my fanfiction story for them either. Only because it would be too soon in my story and I feel it would be out of place. Hope you guys don’t mind it. It’s slightly NSFW and they are both adults in this drabble. Their First

Sai had never felt this way before, but there were many emotions that he had never felt. The more time he spent with Saryie, enjoying her radiant smile and curious brown eyes, the more elated he felt.

She made his heart quicken in some instances. Like when she was in perpetual danger and he was afraid of losing her. Or his heart would race when she surprised him with a kiss. Her lips were smooth and inviting against his own. Her lips were lush and pink in contrast to her skin. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling when he kissed her. He savored the sensation of her lips running over his and he was even surprised how easy it was to follow.

The more his lips were allowed to touch hers, he began to discover a new sensation arising within himself. He longed for more. He long to be closer to her. He felt hot along his cheeks, his ears, and his head. Her touches were careful yet steady. She held him captive by the shoulders, her fingers in the strains of his hair at the base of his neck.

He enjoyed being within her arms and had his own hands placed around her waist. Their bodies were not mixed together yet, as there was space between them from their positions on the bed. They had only been talking when they gravitated towards each other until their lips met. The kiss turned into a long string of kisses that Sai couldn’t even remember when he took a breath. Maybe that was why he felt hot?

He opened his eyes to see Saryie’s eyes were closed and her cheeks were red like his. She reminded him of a little peach with her round face and blushing features and Sai couldn’t help but smile into the kiss at the thought. She was sweet like a peach too.  

He ran his hand from her side to her back, pulling her closer as he closed his eyes again. He let himself feel, enjoying the moment and tried not to think about anything else.

Saryie in return had moved her other hand that was not in his hair down to his shoulder and left it upon his chest. Sai felt his stomach muscles tighten at the move. He found the reaction strange as he wondered if Saryie could feel the spike in his heart beneath her hand.  

She broke away from his mouth first and he instantly missed the contact as he caught his breath.

She was taking a breather as well and finally opening her eyes. She did not remove her hands from him and gazed unbashfully into his own. Her eyes never looked so soft and tender as her lips were tinted pink from their kissing and her hair was splayed messily. He could feel his pants oddly tightening and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her lips again.

Saryie accepted his kiss and maneuvered herself closer to him. Her legs straddled his waist and the pressure of her body on his felt oddly right.

Now, Sai was no idiot.

He had read about physical intimacy in plenty of dating and romantic relationship books. He knew logically what sex was and what the technical terms were for it, but he had never experienced it firsthand. In fact, he never even had been touched this closely by someone else before. The thought was daunting, but also exciting.

In this moment all he wanted was for her to continue touching him. He wanted to continue this feeling. He knew sex was about pleasure-seeking. That it could make anyone feel good. What he was experiencing below the belt with Saryie for the first time, he knew he wasn’t incapable of having the same reaction with someone else. However, Sai did note, he wouldn’t feel the exact same way with anyone else. He had a small understanding of that. The hardening of his lower region wasn’t only because of being touched, but because it was her touch.

Feeling so close to her and looking into her face as they kissed, his chest was filled with a strong desire. A desire for her because she made him feel good. She made him feel happy. She made him feel appreciated. That he mattered to this world and that he mattered to her world. She made him feel loved.

He would do anything to have her smile, to make her happy, to be with her, to have her, and to hold her.

And here he was, he was with her. Learning that the feeling inside his chest was adoration and love he had for her and that’s why sex with anyone else wouldn’t be the same.  

Love made sex intimate and he loved her. 

She was the first. 

#sai #sai drabble #saryie drabble #drabble #sai scenario #sai x saryie #sai x oc #oc #naruto oc #saryie #simplegirl42

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Pug the Babysitter

This is another snip bit of a scene I had in my head for my OC when she had to move in with Kakashi after her family kicked her out of the house. I wanted to explore this avenue of Saryie’s past that I didnt get to share in her story I wrote on fanfiction. Hope you enjoy.  Pug the Babysitter

“Quit staring at me, kid.” Pakkun barked, his muzzle lifting in annoyance.

“No. I’m bored.” Saryie defied the grumpy pug.

“So?”

She glared heavily at him from her position on the couch. Her face and hands were perched on the arm rest as the rest of her body was spread over the cushions.

The dog grumbled from his spot on the floor. Every time he moved, her eyes would follow him. He knew she wasn’t happy with the circumstance, but that didn’t mean he was to blame.

“Look, I’m not here to entertain you,” he began as he lifted his foot to scratch his neck.

“No, you’re just here to babysit me,” she clarified. Her frown deepening, making her annoyance known to the dog.

A sigh emitted from Pakkun as he shook out his fur before planting his butt on the floor.

“It’s not like I have much of a choice here. Kakashi tasked me to watch you. You think I’m fond of this situation? I’m a trained tracker and hunter, but instead of hunting down some bad guys, I’m stuck with you.”

“How wonderful for me.”

Pakkun growled lightly at her sarcastic remark. He was increasingly becoming annoyed with her pouting attitude. She was upset when Kakashi had to leave for a mission, but instead of trusting her alone in his apartment, he had summoned his ninken to watch her. Or as Saryie put it, to babysit her.

She didn’t believe she needed to be babysat, especially by a talking dog. She was 13 years old and a genin that just graduated from the academy, she could take care of herself on her own. She knew how to feed herself, cleanup after herself, and not put her finger in the electrical socket, so why did she need a dog?

She had bluntly stated her discontent to Kakashi, but he wouldn’t hear of it. He said Pakkun was a mere watch dog in case anything happened and if she needed him. Kakashi left strictly after that to let Saryie and Pakkun get acquainted. She had never met a talking dog before but her shock faded fast, since she was still upset at her cousin. She had been holding a sour attitude ever since.

Pakkun really hoped Kakashi didn’t make this a habit. The child was brash and moody. He really couldn’t stand to look after a preteen. He was a middle-aged dog and didn’t have that much tolerance. He didn’t know how long he could hold his bite for.

“Get over your anger. It is what it is. You’re going to have to deal with it. Now you can spend the rest of the time glowering at me or if you stop, I’ll let you touch my paw pads,” Pakkun bargained with a straight face.

“What?”

“My paw pads,” Pakkun held up his foot. “They’re soft.”

The anger faded from her eyes as her eyebrow lifted incredulously. She stared at the dog curiously before giving up and turning over on the couch to look up at the ceiling. She huffed out a sigh as she tried to shake away her irritability. She didn’t understand why Kakashi had to leave her with a dog. A dog with a crummy attitude no less.

She didn’t have anything against dogs. She loved to pet them and play with them but ninken weren’t made to be lapdogs. She knew it wasn’t Pakkun’s fault that she was stuck with him. It was Kakashi’s. He summoned the dog right as he was leaving. She didn’t have much of a chance to protest.

Sulking was going to get her nowhere and now came the question of what she should do since Kakashi will be gone for likely a week? She assumed the dog would follow her everywhere and she wasn’t going to be stuck inside a house for a week. She would go stir crazy.

Suddenly she felt a small weight jump onto the pouch and felt Pakkun’s small paws stepping on her stomach. His tired eyes bore into hers silently, before holding out his paw.

Without much resistance, she touched the dog’s paw and felt how soft his pads were. He wasn’t lying, she amused as she stayed quiet thinking.

“Kid,” Pakkun started.

“Saryie,” she interrupted.

“Saryie,” Pakkun corrected himself and she smiled at that. At least the dog was being cooperative and respectful. “Kakashi summoned me to watch you.  Doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust you. He’s just rather cautious. He has lost a lot before.”

“What do you mean?” Saryie questioned, taking her eyes off the ceiling to look at Pakkun.

He only shook his head. “You should ask Kakashi. Forget I mentioned it.”

Saryie hummed in thought as she let the topic drop. She would certainly ask Kakashi later at the right time, but for now she’ll just accept the situation.

“I’m still bored though,” she mentioned, rubbing at the paw in her hand.

Pakkun’s eyes leveled with her. “What? You want me to take you to the park or something?”

Her lips spread into a wide grin at his suggestion. “Yes! Let’s go.”

Pakkun closed his eyes and sighed. He removed his paw from her grip and hopped down from the couch.

“Fine.”

Later, did he regret his idea as his short legs were spent from chasing her around the park.

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