MARRIAGE AND IRRITABILITY✧
Asami sat off the deck of her bedroom with her bare feet dangling over the edge, her toes brushing the grass. It was the early morning, the sun just barely coming over the horizon. There was an early morning chill biting at her cheeks, turning them a light pink color. Her hair hung loose, part of it pulled over her shoulder and the rest cascading down her back. She held a piece of bread, tearing off and throwing chunks to the crows that liked to linger outside of her living quarters before the sun rose.
For whatever reason, these birds showed up one day and wouldn't leave her alone. At first, it was slightly annoying, as she wanted to enjoy the calmness of the crisp morning alone and not be distracted by the pesky animals—but after a while, she began to enjoy the presence of the blackbirds. At some point, she started bringing food with her to feed them. It became part of her morning ritual before she knew it.
Part of her wondered what it would be like to make a summoning contract with the bird. She didn't know much about summons, since she'd never been interested in partnering with an animal before. She wasn't sure how it could become available to her, either since no one she knew already had it as their summon. Her clan typically had relations with hawks over any other bird or animal in general. Madara cared for his hawks since he was a young boy and tended to them as though they were his children.
Asami didn't like them very much, as whenever she got near them they liked to peck at her. Izuna always thought this was very amusing and liked to tease her for it since he and his brother got along and trained the hawks with ease.
The thought made her huff aloud, feeling a sense of embarrassment, even though no one else was around. For being four years older than her, he could really be a cheeky brat sometimes.
Someone rapped their knuckles against the wooden doorframe behind her. Asami turned her head, resisting the urge to hum in amusement at how she was just thinking of her cousin. She sent a lipped smile to Izuna who stood on the deck dressed in a navy blue yukata. His hair was tied back as normal, long bangs hanging on either side of his face.
"Good morning." She said, turning her attention back to the crows who were pecking away at the bread she had thrown at them.
At the thought of bread, she made a mental note to visit Kaori soon. She hadn't seen her in a while, and she was sure she and Hanami wouldn't mind the company. Especially as Hanami was one of Hana's closest friends, Asami felt as though she owed it to the girl.
Asami's heart panged at the thought of her sister. She missed Hana so much. She was sure that if she were here today, she would have been sitting beside her this morning as she fed the birds. She always loved the mornings. She would make a comment about how peaceful it was before the sun was up, and how she loved the sounds of nature preparing for the day. Asami pushed the thought out of her mind as soon as it came. She didn't want to linger on the pain today. She didn't want to focus on how much she missed her—it hurt too much.
Izuna came to sit beside her, his legs hanging over the edge of the deck just as hers were. "I need to talk to you about something."
Asami furrowed her brows. "...alright."
Izuna sighed, seeming as though he wasn't sure where to begin. Asami was confused, unsure of what seemed to be so troubling to Izuna that it made him hesitate to discuss something with her. She trusted Izuna with her life—Madara too—it wasn't as though she would be upset with him for whatever he spoke to her about.
"You can go on." She said, casting him a sideways look. Not with the intention to be smart with him, but to let him know he didn't have to tread carefully when trying to talk to her. She was a big girl. She could handle it.
YOU ARE READING
𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘌𝘎𝘈𝘊𝘠 | ⁿᵃʳᵘᵗᵒ
Fanfiction❝ and when my time is up, have I done enough? will they tell my story? ❞ Asami Uchiha knew death the moment she was born. Her family fell to war that was not their own, not their fathers, or their father's father, but to men that existed many years...