Despite how crowded the tea shop had become, the seat next to Fugaku remained empty. He doubted it was because it was in the drafty, slightly damp corner facing the road, but had every idea that it was because he was occupying the other end of the bench. Fugaku stared out into the unseasonal rain storm, straight down miserable stuff, arms crossed. He wasn't so far from Konoha proper that it was unreasonable to think some recognized him (or recognized that he was Uchiha and old and therefore not pleasant). It was probably more that Fugaku's expression, he had been told, looked like he ate children for breakfast.
Of course, the day he'd decided to run a frivalous errand for Mikoto, he'd gotten stuck in a freak shower. Fugaku looked down at the basket at his feet. In it sat a few bulbs and a small kitten--large ears and legs and fuzz--napping. The bulbs were for Mikoto's garden--something had dug up a few of her favorites, and Fugaku thought he should replace them since he was out and about. It was always a good idea to stay on Mikoto's good side. Fugaku looked down at the fuzzier and smaller kitten in his lap. This one refused to sleep in the basket like her sister, but had cried and crawled around until Fugaku had let her in his lap.
Fugaku imagined Mikoto would laugh at this situation--Fugaku waiting out the rain in a frilly tea shop with a basket full of flower bulbs, flowers, and kittens. How was he going to carry the kittens if they were both awake when the rain let up? He'd juggled Sasuke enough as a baby, he ought to be able to manage kittens. Fugaku sighed to himself and looked out at the rain.
...he should probably check up on where Sasuke was and what he was doing. He'd given up on keeping track of Itachi years ago. he should at least have some kind of report to give about his children when people asked about them rather then "probably not dead, as people are legally obligated to tell me if they are." He'd ask Mikoto first and see what she knew. He would be able to find her, at least. Maybe she would also give him the good news Sasuke was interested in a girl (Fugaku had given up on Itachi's ever fathering a child).
The rain blew a little sideways, disturbing the kitten in his lap. Fugaku reached down and absently rubbed its head as it settled, frowning.
Uchiha Fugaku | Naruto | Konoha
Of course, the day he'd decided to run a frivalous errand for Mikoto, he'd gotten stuck in a freak shower. Fugaku looked down at the basket at his feet. In it sat a few bulbs and a small kitten--large ears and legs and fuzz--napping. The bulbs were for Mikoto's garden--something had dug up a few of her favorites, and Fugaku thought he should replace them since he was out and about. It was always a good idea to stay on Mikoto's good side. Fugaku looked down at the fuzzier and smaller kitten in his lap. This one refused to sleep in the basket like her sister, but had cried and crawled around until Fugaku had let her in his lap.
Fugaku imagined Mikoto would laugh at this situation--Fugaku waiting out the rain in a frilly tea shop with a basket full of flower bulbs, flowers, and kittens. How was he going to carry the kittens if they were both awake when the rain let up? He'd juggled Sasuke enough as a baby, he ought to be able to manage kittens. Fugaku sighed to himself and looked out at the rain.
...he should probably check up on where Sasuke was and what he was doing. He'd given up on keeping track of Itachi years ago. he should at least have some kind of report to give about his children when people asked about them rather then "probably not dead, as people are legally obligated to tell me if they are." He'd ask Mikoto first and see what she knew. He would be able to find her, at least. Maybe she would also give him the good news Sasuke was interested in a girl (Fugaku had given up on Itachi's ever fathering a child).
The rain blew a little sideways, disturbing the kitten in his lap. Fugaku reached down and absently rubbed its head as it settled, frowning.