Pleading Eyes

Planned Encounter With A Nara

Percy sighed as he recalled the events of last night, the boys hadn't even let him sleep for another couple hours until they had calmed down, and no, he wasn't about to leave, so if you could kindly let go.

He had just wanted to sleep.

And he did, but not until all three boys had him suffocating under the thick warm blankets with all of them laying down at his sides.

Butsuma had done nothing to help Percy out.

The aged man had left Percy to his fate as he closed the door to the guest room, leaving Percy with Tobirama clinging onto his left side, Hashirama and Itama glued to his right.

He'd hardly been able to move, but slept like the dead.

Percy, however was nearly scared to death when he'd opened his eyes to see three sets of eyes staring back at him, three separate hands all touching and probing at different parts of his face.

Had he not been used to this, courtesy of the Stoll's and their pranks, Percy was sure he would have screamed.

Instead he closed his eyes, breathed deeply before opening his eyes and smiling.

"Good morning."

He had gotten two cheerful replies and one stoic nod of acknowledgement.

You can guess which did which.

Breakfast was another matter in on itself.

Pure havoc.

Total chaos.

Percy was surprised he had lived though the morning.

After being nearly scared to death, Percy had the self-appointed job of cooking breakfast, the three Senju brothers helping Percy around the large kitchen as they gathered all the ingredients Percy requested.

As Percy cooked some of the favorites of the Senju family, Butsuma should be waking up soon with all the noise Hashirama and Itama were making, Tobirama silent but content at Percy's side, Percy had touched Itama accidentally as he passed by him and Hashirama arguing over who should help Percy next.

Percy had nearly dropped the bowl in his hands as his eyes glazed over, foreign memories once again flashing through his head as he vaguely heard Tobirama ask if he was okay, having stopped abruptly.

Shaking off the sudden rush of feelings, Percy turned to stare wide eyed at Itama, fear and pain still fresh in his mind from when Percy experienced Itama's cruel death at the hands of the rouge Uchiha's.

He had no idea why he was just barely experiencing these memories when he had touched Itama briefly yesterday, but one thing was for sure, he wasn't going to let Itama die this time around.

"...Itama."

Itama had stood at attention nervously , back rigidly straight as he trembled under Percy's unblinking stare, "Y-yes?"

Expecting Percy to get mad at him for having done something unacceptable, instead Itama watched confused as Percy simply motioned him to come closer.

"Come help me mix this stuff, Tobirama can help Hashirama wash the vegetables."

And with that the spell was broken and Itama forced himself to calm down as he went to help Percy, feeling the intense stares from both of his brothers burning holes into his back.

Tobirama glared down at his hands as he waited for Hashirama to finish washing the plump tomatoes he had previously handed him.

Why was Itama getting all the attention?