Fujikawa sat in one of the Heavenly Emporium’s many meeting rooms, idly smoking on her Kiseru with a bottle of sake and two sake bowls sat on the table before her. One of them was already half filled, the clear liquid catching the light before her. It was rare for Fujikawa to visit the Emporium for any reason other than selling her goods and even more rare for her to be employing its services as a meeting venue but the war made for strange bedfellows.
Were it not for of series of letters between her and a Konoha ninja by the name of Satomi Uchiha she would never have bothered with this but it seemed this Uchiha desired a specialist creation and she was here to collect her fee and deliver the goods. She exhaled on her Kiseru, the wood scented smoke drifting throughout the room. The chemist reached for her sake dish, bringing the almost flat bowl up to her lips. In a single gulp she downed the remaining beverage.
The mildly sweet and clean tasting liquid flowed down her throat, pairing oddly well with the more nutty taste of her tobacco of choice. The chemist cast an eye towards the clock on the wall, eyes twisting into an irritated scowl as she realised it had been half an hour since her arrival. Just where on earth was this Uchicha? She was taking time out of a rather busy schedule, having to up her production rate of the medical supplies necessary for a war and she was barely being paid for them!
The chemist took another puff on her pipe, her knee high boot tapping irritably on the floor. Tap, tap, tap. The tapping continued on as the seconds rolled by, the chilled sake she had requested for her guest running low. It was only when she poured its remainder into the dish that Fujikawa realised just how much of it she drank by herself. Well, luckily enough the Emporium had a good sense of taste when it came to Sake so perhaps the entire day would not be a waste.
Were it not for of series of letters between her and a Konoha ninja by the name of Satomi Uchiha she would never have bothered with this but it seemed this Uchiha desired a specialist creation and she was here to collect her fee and deliver the goods. She exhaled on her Kiseru, the wood scented smoke drifting throughout the room. The chemist reached for her sake dish, bringing the almost flat bowl up to her lips. In a single gulp she downed the remaining beverage.
The mildly sweet and clean tasting liquid flowed down her throat, pairing oddly well with the more nutty taste of her tobacco of choice. The chemist cast an eye towards the clock on the wall, eyes twisting into an irritated scowl as she realised it had been half an hour since her arrival. Just where on earth was this Uchicha? She was taking time out of a rather busy schedule, having to up her production rate of the medical supplies necessary for a war and she was barely being paid for them!
The chemist took another puff on her pipe, her knee high boot tapping irritably on the floor. Tap, tap, tap. The tapping continued on as the seconds rolled by, the chilled sake she had requested for her guest running low. It was only when she poured its remainder into the dish that Fujikawa realised just how much of it she drank by herself. Well, luckily enough the Emporium had a good sense of taste when it came to Sake so perhaps the entire day would not be a waste.
