Mikemi and Uchiha

Previously for Shigemi...

Shigemi flinched as he flexed his sore and rather burnt arms. His fight with Kenzo was more intense than he had bargained for. Shigemi took a seat in the small ramen shop called Ichiraku. It was a rather charming little place. The aroma of fresh noodles clouded the air and left a feeling of warm on the young boy. Shigemi looked towards his left towards his companion, Kenzo Uchiha, and beckoned.

He must be hungry. I'm always hungry after doing anything physical.

He told the chef to cook up the "usual" and sat with an elbow on the table. He decided to strike up a conversation.

"The Uchiha...I've read much about your clans-folk. What does it feel like? You know, with the Sharingan?"

A pinch of ash fell from Kenzo's body to the wooden floor below as he toke a seat beside Shigemi. Kenzo's longsleeve shirt was burnt in several places; just as his pants were. Kenzo did not complain. The look of a short old bum came frequently whenever he used that techniue, and Kenzo cared no about apprearances; at least, not his own appearance. Even still, those long black strands of hair that laid peacefully around his head remained untouched by the flames. Kenzo always had a soft spot for those silky threads. Kenzo glanced to his left, upon hearing Shigemi order "The Usual", and, before Kenzo knew it, Shigemi's eyes were watching him as well. Attentive ears registered the sound of Shigemi's voice in Kenzo's head, and the young Uchiha replied,

"These eyes only get better with the Sharingan. When I'm using it, I see things I never saw before; things I would have never noticed, or have even been able to see. It feels good, but my mom says that my sight has not matured yet... She said it might not ever progress any further... Whatever that means..."

Only after completing his calm speech had Kenzo noticed how extensive his reply was. Perhaps he was giving away too much information. What if Shigemii was a spy, or even worst? What if Shigemi was one of "THOSE" kinds of theives...

Shigemi's ears perked. Not matured? Was there more to the Sharingan than he had thought? He would have to read about this later. It was hardly visible but Shigemi detected slight apprehensiveness from Kenzo. Perhaps he did not want to talk about his eyes. Shigemi would understand; there was many things he would be uncomfortable of talking about, especially "that".

"Order!"

A similar but more intense aroma invaded Shigemi's senses as he eyed the bowl passed towards him. Salivating like a maniac he dug in. After a few quick bites, he turned to Kenzo, eager to talk to him. There was something about these Uchiha that kept drawing him in.

"You have any family here in Konoha? Oh um of course you do. What're they like?" Shigemi frowned a bit as he asked. Given that he was an only child and had no family anymore, the topic was hard for him to talk about. Nonetheless, he wanted to know what having siblings was like for Kenzo.

Kenzo was, indeed, a cautious one, though that trait seemed to vanish from Kenzo in the present on his one true element. Kenzo watched as the bowl was passed the Shigemi. Only then did Kenzo raise a hand, and turned to the cook. 

"I'd like whatever he is having."

Kenzo said, deciding not to be picky since he wasn't actually going to be paying for the meal. Again the cook left the two of them alone, disappearing behind a curtain that hung in the center of am empty doorway. It hadn't been long since the cook left, yet the scent of spices and lemon had already begun to linger in the air within the small restaurant. Though Kenzo had ordered the same thing Shigemi had, it was obvious what the chef was cooking up was not the same as what Shigemi was eating. Kenzo watched as Shigemi stuffed his face with empty eyes. Only after Shigemi had spoken again would Kenzo's lips break apart once more.

"I live with my mother and brother. Mom is fragile and beautiful like a butterfly, and brother is cold, hard, and he keeps to himself. He's a good fighter. What's your family like?"

Shigemi opened his mouth to speak but nothing came. A trail of a tear ran down Shigemi's right eye. He hadn't noticed it.

"I...never knew my mother. I'm her first and last child you see, since she died giving birth to me. My father was still around though. He was a retired ninja turned trader. He was nice, warm...and...a-and..."

The warmth of Kenzo's hand flashed in his mind. Shigemi covered his eyes with his arm and let out a small, yet desperate sob. He still wasn't over his father's recent death. The days in Konoha were long and lonely. The only reprieve he got was from training hard. He would no longer be amused by his father's jokes each day. He would no longer meditate near his father. Shigemi couldn't do anything with father anymore. Shigemi stiffened. Now was not the appropriate time to grieve, maybe at the orphanage, but not here. Shigemi wiped his eyes and mustered a grin.

"My...father was a very warm person. Just like you, well, at least...physically. Whenever I felt cold, he would carry me and act as my own personal heater. He was a great man and did not deserve to die the way he did."

With that, Shigemi turned towards his ramen and took a few bites. He needed something to help the grief.

"Heh weak, of course. Then again, after tearing apart the people who killed my father there wasn't much else to do but just train." Shigemi chuckled darkly. "I've done that pretty much all the time since I lived here."

Shigemi raised the bowl to his lips and completed the remaining portion of his soup. It didn't taste as delicious as previous times.

"Enough of that though. I want to know more about that ability of yours. You know, the one where you were just standing with flames covering you. It's super cool!"

Shigemi shifted his body and stared intently at the young Uchiha, eager to satisfy his curiosity.

"Flaming Seat of Judgement huh?"

Shigemi had no idea what this jutsu was. By the sound of the name, it seemed like it is a highly ranked jutsu. What a difference it seemed to the basic jutsu he knew right now. He would have to work harder. Shigemi quickly changed the subject.

"Say, do you like fire? Enough to have an obsession over it?" Shigemi crossed his fingers and  hoped the question did not sound too strange. Kenzo seemed the type to like fire. If he did, they both would have something in common. Ever since he discovered his element and ninja heritage, Shigemi's fascination with fire grew exponentially. He could not count the number of times he had burned himself around fireplaces. There was just something about fire that enticed him. Maybe it was the warmth or it's sheer destructive power, Shigemi couldn't decide.