Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters.
OBSESSION
Chapter One: How His Obsession Began
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I woke up today expecting it to be a slow and boring day at work and an unproductive day at home afterwards. But fate had something else in store for me. At 8:45 my alarm went off, signaling for me to get up and get ready for work. I did as such. I got up, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on clothes, simple t-shirt and washed out jeans, and applied light make-up on. Afterwards I got my purse, put my shoes on and I was out the door and in my car ready to begin another monotonous day.
At Miscellaneous, the toy store I work at, the morning shifts were from 10am to 4pm, and on weekdays were usually dramatically slow; at least twelve purchases made in those six hours. I got to the store, opened it and began the morning routine. I turned the lights on, I called the manager to let her know I have opened the store, I turned the cash register on and cleaned and organized the store. Everything was going as usual. From 10am to 12pm the store was usually empty, with only the sound of pop music flowing through the air.
I sat there behind the counter, thinking about what I would do on that weekend, when I felt dust fall on my face and land in my eyes. Apparently the humongous teddy bears that were on the shelf above the counter had collected a grand amount of dust. My eyes started to sting and tear up, and I began to rub at them hoping to clear them off the dust. In the midst of my eye rubbing I heard a male voice say to me,'' Hey, I like your hair.'' It was a complement I commonly got; my hair was naturally pink after all. I squinted at the male figure in front of me and realized that I finally had a customer. I smiled at him, wiped my eyes one last time and said back to him,'' Thanks. Sorry about the weird face I gave you, I had something in my eye''. He smiled and stood there awkwardly but replied with,'' oh, I thought you were tearing up because of my handsomeness.'' Well isn't he a smooth talker I thought. I gave him a forced smile, '' No, sorry…. anyways, do you need any help? Are you looking for anything in particular?'' I asked him. He just stood there and stared at me for a few minutes, ''No, I just came in to talk to you...I'', he stuttered, ''I was walking by when I felt a strong urge to walk into the store, sort of like an unknown force pulling me in or something…but hey... I don't usually do this but, can I have your number?'', he asked me. I was flattered. Yeah, I was used to getting flirted with and guys asking for my number, but usually those guys weren't as attractive as this one. I looked at him, he had tan skin, shoulder length black hair, bright green eyes and was probably over six feet tall. Almost my type. I blew caution to the wind and gave him my number. I wasn't expecting it to turn out to be a horrifying and painful mistake.
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