For Naruto! A blind but alive shisui, dealing with a horde of tiny, young fangirls are chasing him around as his own personal army/fanclub. What does he do?
AN: Throws Sasuke between him and the fangirls. On more serious note, when you said YOUNG I thought of preteens, no lie. So here you go! Hope this works for you!
Fandom: NarutoCharacters: Shisui and Fangirls (and Y/N)Words: 780Warning: Fangirling?
Walking through the streets, he could easily sense the others around him, but harder with objects. Bandages around his eyes, and a hand softly touching anything close to him. The last thing he needs is to run into another door.
“This would be easier if you let someone help you.” The fangirl that doesn’t overwhelm him stated, walking right behind him.
He isn’t going to deny the help, but if anyone notices him then…
A decent amount of chakra seemed to be heading his way, fast. A groan left his lips before he could figure a way to escape, the fangirl he can withstand grabbed his hand and tugged him another way. Stumbling at not expecting someone to do that, he followed her.
“Where are we going?” He wondered, before getting to a place that seemed mostly calm. Though that place then seemed to be swarm with another type of chakra. Unlike the chakra before this one seems to be not completely developed. “Are we surrounded by kids?” He asked, almost sweat dropped.
“We aren’t kids!” A small voice screamed.
“Though he’s kinda cute.” Another one stated.
Sniffing the air, he could smell food too. It smelt like a cafeteria. “I told you before, I worked at the normal middle school.” The fangirl stated before he felt her chakra leaving them. “Hey, girls, please keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.” The mischievous voice she gave made his hair on the back of his neck stand up. That didn’t sound good for him.
“How do you know sensei?” The first one that snapped at him demanded to know. Slowly he tried to figure out how many there is, by the mumblings that he could hear from them, he assumes about six. Sitting down to where one lead him to, it was a bench.
He then was bombed with questions. “Are you single?”
“Are you dating our sensei?”
“You are cute, but why do you have bandages around your eyes?”
“Where did you meet our Sensei?”
And when they seemed to slow down with their questions he answered. “I’m Shisui, and not dating your sensei. I guess you can call us friends.” He answers the ones he caught clearly. “Thank you?” He looked to the one who stated he was cute. “I have lost my eyes a long time ago. The empty sockets tend to freak people out so I leave them wrapped.”
Then more questions hit him. More in particular what type of ‘woman’ he likes. This made him chuckled. Not to sound mean to them though he stated that he wasn’t looking for a relationship right at that time. They all whined but giggled when their sensei came back to them.
The smell of BBQ seemed to waft over to him, and he shifted his head to make him face the direction it was strongest at.
“Good, he’s not torn the threads. Girls, you can go now.” She spoke before sitting down next to the man. “So how badly did they grill you?” She asked, with another giggle.
He shrugged his shoulders. “They are easier to handle than the pack you saved me from.”
“Give them another year or two.” She laughed, before looking up to the man next to her. “How do you handle these fangirls?” She asked, in amazement.
He gave a crooked smile, before answering her. “I have no idea. But whatever you brought smells good.” He motioned to the table behind them.
“No, this is my lunch, go get your own.” She shoved him lightly. He pouted which made her laugh. “Stop calling me your fangirl, I have a name.” She then states.
“Fine, Y/N.” Which made her squeal and he felt chopsticks placed in his hands. Hearing the plate softly scraping against the table to be closer to him. He just smiled, with a laugh. “To answer you, I try to avoid being noticed.”
“Hard to do when you keep running into doors.” She laughed. “But you are so respectful so they don’t take a hint.”
He didn’t see the point in being mean. It is not like they were actually hurting him. Though if they were more interested in him besides his looks or surname, he’d be more interested in them. Less likely to avoid them.
He didn’t lie to the pre-teens that were 'watching’ him for Y/N either. He wasn’t looking for a relationship at this time. He was just trying to keep moving forward and not get stampeded by his own fan club.
