A Naruto Fanfiction| Prologue
"Fuck off!" Was all I said at the man standing in front of me before I stormed away. Honestly, after having been asked 'What do you say if I offer you assassination jobs?' What better response could I have given aside from that?
"Crazy bastard." I muttered as I angrily shoved passed annoying spectators who made no attempt in helping me earlier. And here you'll think someone would have the brain to call the police after noticing a high school-er being surrounded by 20 people with a variety of knives and baseball bats. Obviously, what was natural for the given situation is different from reality. People love bloody scenes, especially if it's not theirs to spare.
"How did I even get in here?" I struggled to remember. I was sure I attended school and was patient enough to finish fourth period with only two run-ins with my teachers. One thing you realize when you get under your teacher's skin, they find it hard to let it go. Even under several weeks of detention or three days' worth of suspension. Unfortunately for me, I had gained more attention, hatred, actually, than I can handle. I started to pack once I deemed that staying without further animosity was no longer possible.
I was going to good old Ramen house when I suddenly saw a man with noticeably unnatural gray hair dressed in a rather too conservative manner, too much for me, anyway 'cause ''hey! it's freaking middle of March which means it's scorching, fucking hot!'', being pick-pocketed by none other than my old, dear friend, Haku.
"Hey, stop!" I shouted, careful not to mention his name.
"Can my day get any worse?"
I complained in my head to the supposedly mighty figure above, you know, the one with 'ask and you shall receive' dude, as I fished out my pocket for my wallet.
"Great, another fucking thing to complain. I lost my wallet!"
I stopped in my track thinking of all the possible places where I could've had lost it. That I can't consciously think and move at the same time is one thing I would not happily admit to anyone. It's just too much multi-tasking for me. Damn, I'm being rudely honest with myself.
"Better not ask if a day could get worse 'cause it'll be definitely get annoyingly answered, fast."
I advised myself before I continued walking and heard a curious "What's gonna be definitely answered?" I lifted my head just to see the same asshole in front of me.
"What do you want?" I growled and glared. Handling my temper has never been my forte.
"You dropped this." Lowering his gaze and offering the object in his hand.
"Ah!" I cried and reached for my wallet desperately. I was incredulously happy. I know, how I can easily change mood amazes myself, too.
"Thanks!" Now, I cheered and beamed at the man. If the wrinkling of his face was any indication, I was sure my mood swings amused him, too. I could never be sure, though, with his face hidden and all.
"Who the hell wear mask that covered all his face but an eye, anyway? Apparently, this covered oddity in front of me. Damn, I have to stop asking questions that kept being answered right away. And internally conversing with myself, too, yeah. "
"So…" He started, getting my attention. "I was wondering if I can talk with you, say, about my job offer -"
"Look, I'm thankful for your kindness, taking the trouble of giving back my wallet and all, you know, and -" I butted in, annoyed again.
But "- over lunch -" he continued, clearly not listening. This weirdo's a real challenge compared to the thugs I've recently encountered. "Can I even wave him off?"
"Look, listen!" I raised my voice, the strain evident even in my own ears.
"- at Ichiraku's." He finished, making me weary. "I really need to stop these internal questions being answered right away".
"Damn, it's Ramen, looks like I can't wave you off." I sighed.
"Three bowls?" He coaxed me more.