[X] Strange roads, going nowhere in particular
Ami gives you one last pleading look as you remove your sandals and Tsuruhiko knocks on the carriage door.
"My lady?"
"Yes, Tsuruhiko?"
"Asuma-san has requested that one of his genin accompany the parcels themselves at all times. He has suggested Ino-san. Are you in accord with this suggestion?"
"... send her in."
The carriage's façade, painted a raucously auspicious red and heavy on ornate gold-plated panels stamped with images of the Heavenly Warrior Couple in their animal guises, is mercifully non-indicative of its interior. The small shrine built into an alcove next to the window has a beeswax candle burning before it, not the sandalwood incense you would have expected, and the overall colour scheme has more in common with a breezy seashore than a fortune-teller's shop.
To your astonishment, you realize that aside from your own home, this is the first time you've ever been in a tastefully-appointed living space that still looks like someone actually lives in it.
That's the difference a Capital lady's touch makes, I guess.
"Mornin', Nabiki-chan," you say brightly, setting your sandals next to hers in the small box by the door.
"Good morning," she replies. "I see you still haven't learned how to properly address noblewomen."
You shrug. "If you want someone to call you -sama with a straight face, you should have asked Ami in here."
The carriage's pace is entirely unhurried, and you adjust your estimate of your arrival time accordingly; it might take three days to get to Tan-Ge', at this rate.
"Ami is the other girl, then?" A fan emerges from Nabiki's sleeve and pulls back one of the gauzy white curtains that obscure the view out of the window. "She seems a little overdressed."
"She doesn't want you to think we're a buncha ruffians." You slide into the seat across from her and stretch out as much as you can with a smirk. "I told her that's an impossible dream unless all five of us take a very early retirement."
"... perhaps." Nabiki lets the curtain fall back into place. "Five, you said?"
"Including Kiba's partner Akamaru and Menka here, yep." He mews at her and rubs his cheek against yours.
Nabiki smiles. "Hello, there, Menka," she says, then turns to you. "Is it all right if I pet him?"
Menka, sensing weakness, leaps from your chest to Nabiki's lap. Her laughter is like a chiming bell as she proceeds to give him the babytalking and belly-rubbing of a lifetime. He purrs contentedly.
"Yes, such a handsome fellow," Nabiki remarks warmly, stroking his ears. "I had to leave the my cats behind when we left Hikari-kyo; it's been two weeks since I've been able to pet a kitty."
Despite yourself, your interest is piqued. "Is that so? Why couldn't you bring them with you?"
"Well, they weren't really mine," Nabiki admits. "They belong to the dojo. At least, Haru-san and her children do; Patches and Button just show up when it's dinner time." A flicker of melancholy shoots through her, and is quashed. "My bridegroom is fond of dogs, apparently. Perhaps I should befriend a puppy when I have settled myself."
"It's strange to think of you getting married," you say, before mentally kicking yourself and backtracking. "Not that you're not wife material or anything, just that it's strange to think you're an adult. I know it's been ten years, but in my mind..."
"I understand the feeling," she replies, looking up from Menka for a moment. "I still can't believe you're the same little girl who teased me all those years ago. How old were you then?"
"Three, I think."
"And your parents let you run around on your own?" She sounds horrified.
"I think you can attest to the fact that I was not a normal three-year-old," you say, laughing. "Besides, Konoha is safer than an ordinary city of the same size would be. Until unruly martial arts heiresses invade and start picking on the civilians," you add.
Nabiki has the good grace to blush. "I was not a terribly well-behaved child, in retrospect. I suppose I made myself ridiculous."
"No more so than Shisui did," you say magnanimously.
"Shisui?"
"The wild-haired boy, the one who kept saying that tactless stuff."
"Oh, the lackey." She frowns. "I'd forgotten about him. The quiet boy is the one who sticks in my memory."
A shiver passes down your spine. "Yeah. Mine, too."
"Are they still in Konoha?" she asks.
[X] Lie. Lie and misdirect and turn the conversation to another topic. If you tell her about the Massacre it's just going to freak her out.
[X] Well it's not like the Massacre isn't common knowledge even in the civilian sphere, right? All you have to do is say they were Uchiha and she'll draw the appropriate (read: slightly-less-horrific) conclusions from there.