"
Shisui was still watching me strangely. Intensely.
He was one word from me having a panic attack.
Would I know if I was under an illusion spell? Would I know if he'd mind-raped me? Would I be able to wonder about this and tell him to waste his mightiest technique if he did? "Kid, come over here. Please.
"
Uchiha Shisui's eyes sharpened and his hands tensed, but he let go of my cart and approached.
I put my hands on his shoulders. Mostly to keep myself upright.
"Kid. I'm sorry you don't have anyone in your actual life to confide in.
I'm honoured you think I'm trustworthy enough to lay out this entirely hypothetical scenario even though I'd break under torture in less than a minute. Now would you like to come in?"
"… Well-"
My grips tightened. "You said you volunteered.
Well I need you to volunteer right now unless you want me to collapse right here in the middle of the street. "
I was a civilian. Uchiha Shisui was an elite Jonin, an Anbu, a wielder of the second strongest dojutsu known to mankind.
If he refused, that was the end of it. If he refused violently, that could well be the end of me.
But instead… "Asset denial, huh?"
I slowly let go and waited, hoped for my knees to stop shaking. They didn't.
Because holy shit, holy shit kid, this is the one thing that Shimura Danzo will stop at nothing to get even it means committing high treason, why are you doing this to me?!
Shisui looked at me, then his eyes flickered over the neighbourhood and back to me. There might have been a flash of red in them, but I couldn't be sure because it was only there when they were aimed away from me.
I don't know what it meant. I don't know how it made me feel.
I don't know what I looked like, but whatever it was, he didn't like it. In fact, he didn't like it so much that he stepped forward to walk me inside my own yard.
Somehow, I didn't flinch in existential dread. "I have cake," I blurted.
"That sounds great, sir. "
Shisui had small hands, but his grip was firm and his steps sure. Which was good because mine weren't.
I just wanted to create life, I thought despairingly. Is that so much to ask?
Somehow, I made it to my living room without having a meltdown. Then I just sat there.
On the couch. Stupidly.
What was I supposed to do now?
With a face as blank as my mind, I slowly turned to look at the mini-ninja that was awkwardly standing in the hallway door and said the first thing that popped into my head. "You're too young to be in Anbu, kid.
"
"…You know, sir, I think I'm starting to think the same. "
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