Watching both Sakura and Sachiko head up the stairs, probably to find Sachiko’s bedroom, Naruko decided to head into the kitchen and talk some more with the mother she never knew. Pushing aside the curtain which acted as a door to the kitchen, the blonde kunoichi spotted her mother washing some apples in the sink.
Feeling someone else in the room with her, Kushina looked over her shoulder to spot her daughter watching her. “Hey, kiddo. Not going up with your sister and Sakura?”
“Sister?” Naruko parroted in mild confusion, before realizing that her mother had meant Sachiko.
The redheaded woman just rolled her eyes at her daughter’s reaction, turning off the water and laying the apples on a cutting board nearby. “Yes, I know she’s no really your sister but the way you two act sometimes, it’s like you might as well be.” Letting out a put upon sigh, she added, “I swear, once you two get going into a tiff, there’s no stopping it.”
“Come on! I’m not that bad!” Naruko disagreed, thinking about how he and Sasuke acted as boys. Sure, they got into some fights but they were rivals, that’s what was supposed to happen.
“Uh huh. Just keep telling yourself that, kiddo.” The blue eyed woman dismissed her daughter’s complaint, starting to slice up and core the green apples. “Anyways, what’s on your mind?”
“Well, uh…” Naruko floundered for a moment, trying to think of what to talk about now that she finally hand a chance but without being conspicuous. “Oh yeah; why’d you think I was up to something earlier?”
Kushina just let out a light derisive snort through her nose, pointing the tip of the knife towards the orange pants and jacket her daughter was wearing. “Cause you’re wearing that. You only wear that when you’re either thinking of or are pranking someone. And don’t try to deny it; I’m your mother, I know.”
Opening her mouth, Naruko quickly closed it and thought about it for a second. Other than orange being an awesome color, she had bought this outfit because of how useful it was to smuggle pranking materials with its hidden pockets. “If I only wear it when I’m about to prank someone, then it’d be pretty easy to always point me out. But, if I wear it sometimes when I’m not doing anything like that, then it throws people off.” Grinning, she mused amusedly, “Heh, having someone looking for a prank when there isn’t one could be a prank in itself!”
Her mother just gave a proud smirk as she twirled the carving knife around her fingers. “Okay, I’ll give you that; you might not have been up to something this time.” Giggling to herself lightly, she proudly stated, “Yeah, you definitely get that from me; that and your nose.”
Reaching up to touch her changed face, Naruko echoed in confusion, “My nose?”
“Uh huh.” The redheaded woman answered, looking wistfully at her daughter. “Of course, you have your father’s hair. He always left it a wild, spikey, blonde mess. If you had been a boy, you’d have been almost a spitting image of him.”
Setting the knife to the side, Kushina took up a thoughtful pose. “You know, you’re probably old enough now and, with you being a full kunoichi, you probably deserve to know, if only for your own safety.”
“To know what?” Naruko asked, wondering what her mother was talking about.
Stepping forward and putting an arm around her dauther’s shoulder, Kushina led her daughter towards her room and the photo album hidden in a secured storage scroll. “Who your father was and how he gave everything so that you’d have a future.”
(Posted Wed, 17 Sep 2014 22:07)
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