Dinner With The Family
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kiterieCHRISTMAS FESTIVAL FIC DAY 4!!!!
Title: Dinner With The Family
Characters: Hiruzen, Asuma
Theme: A Shinobi Family's Get Together - Recipe For Chaos
Summary: Dinner with the family is always chaotic and always entertaining, at least for Hiruzen
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and I’m certainly not being paid to write this, it’s for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Dedicated to: Romantica Y!
Asuma leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up on the edge of the table, and crossed his arms. The chaos continued around him, uninterrupted by his lack of interest in joining it.
There were countless shinobi there, acting as both staff and body guards to his father, and they hurried to and fro carrying trays of food and drink. The holidays always required his father, as hokage, to host dinners for the heads of the shinobi families.
Conversations drifted around him, none of which, surprisingly, contained any discussion of politics. This was the nice, shinobi only, event. There would be another with the council that would be more formal, and a third with the Daimyo and various Land of Fire nobles. Those would be rife with politics. Even under the pleasantries, there would be the quiet calculating of words and actions. He hated those. This... this was okay. Chaotic, but okay. It felt more like a family gathering even if most of the people present weren’t exactly related. The ties of blood between them, while strained at times, were both different and far stronger than that of family.
It was always chaotic though, and Asuma would have greatly preferred a nice quiet dinner with just his father and brother. He couldn’t say that it was all bad; his brother seemed to love it, and it was at least mildly entertaining.
His older brother continued attempting to shoo all of the kids towards the room that they were supposed to be in.
Two of the kids shot off in one direction while a third dove under the table, and the fourth squealed and bolted towards the kitchen.
His brother laughed and wisely chose to go after the fourth.
Asuma shook his head, rolled his eyes, and smiled softly.
“They love Atsuo.”
His father’s voice came from behind and slightly to the left of him. Asuma nodded. “I think that’s why Miyo likes him so much.” His brother’s girlfriend seemed to want a dozen of the little, squealy things. At least that was the way it looked to him given that she took every mission she could to assist at the academy.
“Some day they’ll have one of their own to chase,” Hiruzen agreed. “And shortly after that--” his father’s tone took on a note of amusement. “--you and Kurenai will too.”
Asuma’s face warmed. He twisted around violently, looking up at his father, and causing the back legs of the chair to slide forward, toppling him to the ground with a loud bang.
Every eye in the place turned to him and his father.
His father stood there serene as ever, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.
Asuma glowered up at him.
The table cloth lifted up, and the little girl who’d crawled under the table peeked out at him. “Aw! Poor ‘Suma-kun,” she cooed, crawling over. She kissed his cheek and grinned. “There all better!” she announced proudly.
“Looks like Kurenai has some competition,” his father chuckled softly.
The room erupted into laughter.
That drew even more heat to Asuma’s cheeks, and he huffed out a breath before picking himself up. “I’m outta here,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pocket and heading for the door.
“Tell Kurenai hello for me,” his father teased lightly.
Asuma shoulders tightened, and he stiffened, then shoved himself past the guest and out the door. He didn’t intend to tell Kurenai anything his father had said. Not even if he was going to see her.
Title: Dinner With The Family
Characters: Hiruzen, Asuma
Theme: A Shinobi Family's Get Together - Recipe For Chaos
Summary: Dinner with the family is always chaotic and always entertaining, at least for Hiruzen
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and I’m certainly not being paid to write this, it’s for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Dedicated to: Romantica Y!
Asuma leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up on the edge of the table, and crossed his arms. The chaos continued around him, uninterrupted by his lack of interest in joining it.
There were countless shinobi there, acting as both staff and body guards to his father, and they hurried to and fro carrying trays of food and drink. The holidays always required his father, as hokage, to host dinners for the heads of the shinobi families.
Conversations drifted around him, none of which, surprisingly, contained any discussion of politics. This was the nice, shinobi only, event. There would be another with the council that would be more formal, and a third with the Daimyo and various Land of Fire nobles. Those would be rife with politics. Even under the pleasantries, there would be the quiet calculating of words and actions. He hated those. This... this was okay. Chaotic, but okay. It felt more like a family gathering even if most of the people present weren’t exactly related. The ties of blood between them, while strained at times, were both different and far stronger than that of family.
It was always chaotic though, and Asuma would have greatly preferred a nice quiet dinner with just his father and brother. He couldn’t say that it was all bad; his brother seemed to love it, and it was at least mildly entertaining.
His older brother continued attempting to shoo all of the kids towards the room that they were supposed to be in.
Two of the kids shot off in one direction while a third dove under the table, and the fourth squealed and bolted towards the kitchen.
His brother laughed and wisely chose to go after the fourth.
Asuma shook his head, rolled his eyes, and smiled softly.
“They love Atsuo.”
His father’s voice came from behind and slightly to the left of him. Asuma nodded. “I think that’s why Miyo likes him so much.” His brother’s girlfriend seemed to want a dozen of the little, squealy things. At least that was the way it looked to him given that she took every mission she could to assist at the academy.
“Some day they’ll have one of their own to chase,” Hiruzen agreed. “And shortly after that--” his father’s tone took on a note of amusement. “--you and Kurenai will too.”
Asuma’s face warmed. He twisted around violently, looking up at his father, and causing the back legs of the chair to slide forward, toppling him to the ground with a loud bang.
Every eye in the place turned to him and his father.
His father stood there serene as ever, the barest hint of a smile on his lips.
Asuma glowered up at him.
The table cloth lifted up, and the little girl who’d crawled under the table peeked out at him. “Aw! Poor ‘Suma-kun,” she cooed, crawling over. She kissed his cheek and grinned. “There all better!” she announced proudly.
“Looks like Kurenai has some competition,” his father chuckled softly.
The room erupted into laughter.
That drew even more heat to Asuma’s cheeks, and he huffed out a breath before picking himself up. “I’m outta here,” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pocket and heading for the door.
“Tell Kurenai hello for me,” his father teased lightly.
Asuma shoulders tightened, and he stiffened, then shoved himself past the guest and out the door. He didn’t intend to tell Kurenai anything his father had said. Not even if he was going to see her.
