When I went to The Den, I was really hoping the adoption would go well. I mean, I'm adopting an S-class criminal who's killed tons of people, not to mention he would probably bring weapons home (Oh boy).
Walking in the doors, I looked around cautiously. No way was there going to be an incident THIS early, no way. A clerk greeted me casually, and led me to the room where he was waiting for me. Entering slowly, I saw him. He was sitting on a dresser looking at me with his head cocked to the side, trying to look cute (The clerk said they were having a hard time finding him a home, and he was very anxious to get out). "Hey," I said, bowing respectfully, which he returned quickly and not quite as formal.
"You have your stuff ready?" I asked, trying not to sound like the fangirl I am.
"Yeah," He went over to a drawer, and pulled out a bag with something lumpy in it. I was going to check that later, no doubt.
"Let's go." And so, he climbed on my shoulder (Because on the head was too cute apparently), and we walked out and back to my place. I can't drive, and it was nice out anyways, so walking was cool.
After the door closed and we were in, the heat started.
"Alright." He sounded like he was going to get started on a long speech, so I got some soda and we sat down.
"I need 3 hours a day, AT LEAST, to train or work out. I'm not going to sit and get fat. As far as food, I can deal with what you have, but I want something good once in awhile. Like candy."
I nodded, but it was an intentive nod, I was seriously listening to him.
"I need to go out frequently, every day if possible. I go absolutely insane sitting inside all day, it'll be better for both of us."
Looking him in the eyes, I nodded again. This guy had similar needs that I did, so it was cool he was asking all this. It would fit perfectly with what I did like, everyday.
We sat there for about 15 more minutes, talking and getting a sense of what this was going to be like. We agrred on a "If we have a problem with something just bring it up and get it over with quickly" rule. Surprisingly, we had alot in common, although he tends to satisfy his destructive cravings more than I do.
The lumpy bag was just some poorly organized clothes, his red armor (SO cute), and some shuriken. I let him keep them as long as he doesn't throw them in the house or at people who don't deserve it (Complicated).
We went on a walk (He walked himself most of the way, he's like, super dignified. But near the end he got tired and consented to riding on my shoulder), and lit some stuff on fire just for the heck of it. Back home, I got on the computer and we looked on deviantART for some funny comics. He saw the "Something you should know about your chibi" comic, and since then hasn't left me alone for more than ten minutes (Hoping for something, Madara?). At about 11:30 pm, we got ready for bed. He wouldn't let me brush his hair.
"Uchiha men don't brush their hair with brushes!" He insisted.
"Then what with"? Inquiring, I knew he just didn't want to be touched.
"... We comb it."
"Mm-hm..." I gave up after that, I didn't really care. I didn't liked being touched if it wasn't necessary either.
I had gotten a bed ready for him, nice and comfy at that. I went out and got marterial for a blanket, something akin to a mattress, and made a small pillow for him. But he had other plans. Somehow he figured out statistics for going non-chibi after reading the deviantART comic, and when I turned around, HUGE adult-sized Madara was right there. I almost screamed.
"Do I need to know?" Asked frantically.
"Not really. Just deal with it." Was the reply.
"..." I "Hmphed", and had him leave so I gould get into PJ's.
After about a half hour of moral and ethical debate, he ended up sleeping in my bed with me (NOTHING HAPPENED PERVERTS!).
First day, and no one died. At least he wasn't bloodthirsty. Thank goodness.