Chapter 20: Dinner is Served

Chapter 20: Dinner is Served



[A/N] Based on feedback received, POV's other than Satoshi's will now be Third Person: (he said, she did, Shisui ran, etc.) instead of First Person: (I said, I did, I ran, etc.). I will revise the earlier chapters at a later date.

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SHISUI UCHIHA

"Dinner is served," Satoshi said.

He came in carrying several plates, each one piled high with strange, circular meat, each between two fluffy golden-brown pieces of bread. Shisui had never seen anything like them before. They smelled... rich. Mouthwatering.

A couple of thoughts ran through his mind. One: how did Satoshi come up with the idea for such an... interesting dish? Ham-burgers? His eyes trailed the food as Satoshi set the plates in the middle of the long dining room table, big enough to accommodate nine people.

Steam drifted up from the hamburgers, carrying with it a smell that about made Shisui lunge at them right then and there. It wasn't like anything he'd smelled before.

A smoky, deep scent hit Shisui first-wrapping him in a hug that made his mouth water and made him swallow. Followed by something sharp, almost sweet. He took a deep breath, devouring the scent with his nose.

"That's not enough meat, Satoshi," Daiki said, his eyes honed on the plates as well.

"There are more servings in the kitchen."

"Good, good," Daiki nodded, eyes glossing, almost as if he was hypnotized by the food's spell.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

There was more chatter across the table, but Shisui was too enthralled with what sat in front of him to pay attention.

Satoshi finally sat down, and they, somehow all in sync, put their hands together and said, "Itadakimasu!" before diving in.

To be honest, Shisui was still getting used to the Yamanaka Elders. They were the antithesis of the Uchiha. All five of them had different personalities.

Haruto-loud, brash. Akira-strong, fiery. Daiki-laid back, casual. Nao-weird, snakey. And Masaru-quiet, watching.

Shisui smiled and joined him at the table, looking at his father one more time.

He was more than good. He was great, actually.

Shisui spent the entire night eating, and laughing, and talking and catching up with his Dad. And as the night ended, his father tucked him in bed like he used to, patted his head, and said, "I love you, Shisui. Always will."

And for one last time, Shisui took it all in, coming to the realization that this was just a figment of his imagination, and after a beat, finally said, "Love you too, Father. Always will."

With that, the illusion shattered, and Shisui found himself back at the table with a group of Yamanaka staring at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

Daiki, beside him, gave his shoulder a light pat. "The three tomoe already?"

Shisui's eyes widened. His hand subconsciously went to his face, and suddenly, the last part of what Daiki said hit him like a whirlwind: The three tomoe already?

He stilled.

He didn't—rather, he shouldn't have the three tomoe. He should only have two tomoe. Something he'd been hiding even from the clan elders.

Shisui was at a loss for words, and for some reason, with all the words, and retorts, and thoughts he had running through his mind, the only thing he could mutter was, "Hn."

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[A/N] I love writing Shisui's perspective. So young but already carrying such heavy

expectations.

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