As much of a conniving kunoichi Yugito was, she was also a creature of habit when she could afford it. That included going out to a cliff outside the village borders once ever Sunday evening (when missions didn't interfere), taking an hour to meditate and soothe the Cat. Then she would pull her shamisen from her back.

It was as much training as it was an art. Warm ups, scales, slow songs and then complex dances, falling in and out of the major and minor tones. As fast and as dramatic as she could manage, as controlled and mercenary as she'd been trained. The Cat was fairly uninterested, only stirring to warn Yugito that someone was approaching--as if she hadn't realized it herself. Most people knew not to interrupt her.

Except for Bee. Her shoulders stiffened slightly at the thought that it could be him, and Yugito went into a faster, more aggressive movement.

If he tried to add rap lyrics to her playing one more time, she would show him exactly how much she appreciated it.