A/N: This is a collaborative effort by a bunch of us who love Naruto!
Haruki Hinageshi (Hina): SasukeLover001
Koyuki Midori (Midori): dorothy-of-akatsuki
Otomiya Moriko (Momo): Inuys-hispanicgirl
The All-Encompassing Disclaimer: Though we love Naruto, we are in no way responsible for it. All original characters are copyright Masashi Kishimoto.
Haruki Hinageshi, simple girl of outstanding backgrounds. Tossing in her bed, the girl cringed slightly, her hand snaking out from underneath the blankets of her bed to turn off the alarm clock next to her, which was, at the moment, blaring unnecessarily in her ear. With a groan, her hand sought for the top of the clock, where she knew the button would be contained to turn off the annoyance of the alarm. With a sigh of relief, she felt it, slamming her palm down roughly upon it. "Good...finally off," she muttered, opening her eyes as the first rays of the sun beat down through her open window.
Stretching and yawning, she sat up, rubbing a hand over her face as the sun continued to shine partially through where the gap in the trees allowed it to. Turning back to her clock, she mentally scanned the face. "Seven thirty...on a Saturday. Why am I doing this again?" she said with distaste. A Saturday was meant to be spent in bed or watching the television...not waking up at seven thirty.
Of course, it meant that she had to work. Her mother and father were never home. Money money money, always more money with them. Hina, as her friends called her, would always be stuck alone at home. The situation was never helped by the fact that she was a freshman in high school. It had given her too much to think about, and she had too much to think about already. So, to stay distracted from the monotony of everyday thinking, she had gotten a job at a little cleaning service down the street on the corner. She was a housemaid, and although it was an exceedingly boring job, she often ventured into large, spacious houses with interesting pieces of furniture and art. When she wasn't cleaning, or thinking of high school algebra, she distracted herself by gazing at these works of art, wondering how a world full of so much darkness and ugliness could have something so beautiful in it.
Stretching for the umpteenth time that day, she yawned, walking wearily into her brother's room. Had her brother not been off to college, she would have been barred from it. But, of course, he was, and she wasn't. Besides, she reasoned, her brother had far better clothes for what she did. Cleaning and scrubbing was something that was to be done in clothes suited for it, not in dresses, skirts, and blouses. Flipping through the assortment of clothes in his dresser, she selected a deep gray hoodie with red stripes emblazoned down the arms. Not the best of clothes, but whatever. Slipping it on, she left it unzipped, as the chill autumn air outside was still just brisk, but not overbearingly cold. Heading downstairs, she grabbed her house key off the hook by the front door, grabbing the handle and turning it. However, before the door opened, her eye caught the unfamiliar white of a piece of paper left on the table beside her. Her eyebrow rose, and she took the message, glancing through it.
Hinageshi,
We're expecting a package from your brother this evening. Make sure you're around to pick it up if the delivery service comes by. Reheat something in the fridge if you get hungry. Your father is working overtime tonight and we'll both be home quite late. Take care.
Love you,
Mom
Hina frowned and crumpled the note up, tossing it carelessly behind her. They would be home late...again​? It only figured, she reasoned with herself. When ever were they not home late? Shaking her head, she opened the door, closing it firmly behind her and locking the house up. The place where she had to work that day was just down the street, so there was really no point in driving or riding a bicycle. Besides, she wasn't old enough to drive, being just fifteen. Even if she had been, she had no car, and had no way to afford one herself, and she refused to have her parents just buy her one. Her hand went to her head, brushing back the pink hair that flowed in front of her. Looking at it severely, she reasoned that a cap may have been a good idea. Entering the building, she waved hello at some of her co-workers, heading to the staff locker room to put on her uniform. The day was sure to be just chalk full of fun and adventure, she thought. Taking the grey uniform down from where it hung, she huffed slightly to herself, smiling. "Yeah...right..."
Across town, another girl was also frustrated at her parents. Otomiya Moriko, or more informally known as Momo to those she hadn't beaten first, stood impatiently, tapping a foot down on the hard concrete of the port check-in. Checking her watch again, she scowled down at it. It told her the correct time, but nothing was correct about it. Sighing up at one of the port speakers that was blaring out music, she stood, dejected. Her father had forgotten to pick her up again. "Figures..." she thought to herself. Tapping her foot to the beat of the music, she checked her watch one last time. Shaking her head at the read-out, she grabbed her cell phone, checking for messages to see if she had perhaps missed something. She hadn't. Putting her cell phone back in her coat pocket, she swayed to the music while alternately snapping gum in her mouth and half-heartedly brushing down the plaid skirt and grey polo shirt she wore.
Looking up again, she scowled as people walked by, staring at her. "What're you looking at?" They hushed, turning and walking by. She seemed to be a loner out in the middle of a field. Being from America, she did look rather conspicuous, especially since her outfit was that of an American teen and her physical appearance was that of a Japanese girl. She sighed again, checking the clock on her phone as she took it from her pocket once more. Flipping it open, she scrolled to her missed messages again. Still, nothing. Come on, dad! She was losing patience with the man. The gum was beginning to lose its flavor, her boots, which she had worn for the shock value, were starting to hurt her feet, and she was becoming extremely bored with waiting. She kept looking up, hoping beyond hope that he would show. A business-like persona, other people around him...a chauffeur with a large cardboard sign that said Momo or Moriko on it. Something like that...not all this constant waiting. Tapping her cellphone hesitantly, she went to her contacts list, scrolling to her father's number and putting her finger on the send button. She hated to call him, but darn it, she was important enough in his life to deserve better than being forgotten in some airport station around the world from her home in America!
She didn't press the button, however. Instead, she contented herself with stalking the lobby, glancing at people roughly from behind blond hair and scowling at others who were talking.
"Hey...you lost, pretty thing?" She huffed, turning to eye the boy who had talked to her. He was perhaps seventeen, and nothing big by the looks of him. "Why don't you come with me, doll. I'll show you around Tokyo, huh?"
Moriko huffed. Right, in your dreams, pal. Having taken Japanese and being quite fluent in the language, on account of her mother being from the country, she smiled sweetly. "Sorry, I'm waiting for someone."
He was not to be refused, however. His hand snaked out, grasping her arm. "Come on, babe. Let me show you a good time." Without even flinching, her left hand clenched. Letting fly, she belted the boy, sending him skidding across the cement.
"Don't touch me, you jerk!" Turning, she walked off, leaving the boy nursing his nose, from which copious amounts of red liquid was pouring. Walking outside, she stood once again with her phone, not quite daring to press the send button.
"Ms. Otomiya-chan?" She blinked, gazing at the man addressing her. He was a kindly older man, with a chauffeur hat and black suit on.
"Oh! Are you the chauffeur for my father?"
The man smiled, nodding as he took her bag. "Hai, miss. I am."
Moriko watched the man place the bags in the trunk of a large limousine, and she glanced around. "Where is my father?" The man flinched, but continued placing the bags in the trunk.
"I am afraid that Otomiya-sama has been...held up. He sends his apologies to you, Otomiya-chan."
Moriko's mouth drooped. Her own father had been too busy to pick up his daughter from the airport? She shook her head, sighing. "That is like him, I suppose." The man opened the door to the limo, beckoning her in. She smiled, nodding as she entered the limousine. Inside, she boiled. Her father was such a forgetful...idiot! What kind of man would leave his daughter at the airport? Especially after her mother had just died and she was left alone in America for nearly a month! Looking out the window at the rolling scenery as the limousine left the airport terminal and headed to the house on the outskirts of Tokyo, she huffed to herself. When her father got back, he was going to get it. She didn't know how, but she knew that he was going to get it.
It was nearly an hour later as the blond girl exited the limo. Standing in front of a large mansion, she smiled. Her home in America would have looked like nothing compared to this. "Oy, oy! Hey, you! How much did this place cost my father?" She looked over at the chauffeur, who was busy with her bags.
"Hm...er...I believe it was five million US dollars." It seemed like nothing to him...but it was everything to her! A home that was that expensive...literally all hers?
"Wow!" Glancing around at the neighboring homes, she stifled a giggle. The homes in the area were all magnificent like this. If she had just stopped to think, she would have noticed right off the bat. Rushing to the door and leaving the man with the bags, she rang the doorbell. It sounded like sweet music to her ears. Suddenly, the door opened, and she blinked as a kindly looking middle-aged man smiled at her.
"Greetings, Otomiya-chan. Can I take your bags for you?" The chauffeur gently placed the bags on the top step, bowing and turning to leave. Bending over, the man in front of her began to take the bags.
"Wait! I'll get that. Thank you, but I don't like other's touching my stuff." Smiling, she spit her gum out in her hand, handing it to him. "You can take that, though. I already chewed the taste out of it." He blinked at the gum in his hand before smiling at her.
"Uh...of course. Right this way, please." She nodded, turning to the chauffeur, who was waiting at the limo.
"You can take the rest of the day off, and thank you for being so kind at the airport!" She waved as he smiled, bowing and getting into the car. As it sped away, she entered her new home, staring at the wonders around her.
"Otomiya-chan, please, if you would..."
"No no no. Please, Momo-chan is fine, thank you." The man blinked for a moment before nodding.
"As you wish. Please come this way, Momo-chan." She nodded, hefting her bags up and marching behind the man as they began a jaunt through the house. The servants nodded, smiled, and waved at her as she walked through the huge living area. She tried acting jovial, besides the fact her father wasn't around. Everyone here is so...old! Going up the steps to the next flight, she looked down each corridor, left and right.
"Alright, old guy. Where's my room, huh?" The man's eye twitched slightly, but he indicated the right corridor, and they walked it. At the end of the hallway, a maid smiled, bowing.
"Hello, Otomiya-chan." Taking her bags, which she gave voice to her exceptions about, she opened the door, showing Momo into her room. Moriko was in awe at the grandness of the room. Not one to usually lose her calm, she jumped up and down with delight, touching, feeling, and examing everything. "Oh...wow!" Jumping onto the bed, she lay still, gazing at the ceiling, which seemed big and expensive to her...just like everything else. The maid and butler exchanged glances before leaving her to her peace. She honestly didn't like that they were around. She had always hated being waited on.
"Oh! Almost forgot!" Grabbing her suitcase, she dug into it, coming out with a picture frame. Her father and a lovely young woman stood there, smiling into the camera. Kissing it, she set it on her bedside stand. "Welcome home, mom." A loud ringing began to play in her ears, and she twisted about, trying to find its source. It came from her phone. Blinking, she grabbed it, flipping it open. Her father. Her face deadpanned as she brought it to her ear, answering it. "Uh...hello?"
"Moriko...how are you?" She huffed. Great, now the man was concerned.
"Fine, father. Though, you would have known that already had you come to pick me up...like you said you would." She tried desperately to hold back the tone of her voice, and for the moment, it was working.
A silence pervaded the room, and then, "you know I'm sorry, sweetie. I had other things to do, and..."
"Yeah, obviously. I mean, what's more important that your own daughter, right dad?" Her voice had become edged and acid-laced. "Just...just forget about it, alright? I'm home and fine, okay? Are we done talking now?"
"Moriko, please don't be angry with me. I..."
"Angry? Why would I want to be angry? I mean, here's your daughter, flying all the way around the world to be with you after what's happened with mom, and instead of you, I get some guy in a limo telling me you aren't there for me? Why would I be angry? It's not like you promised me you'd be there or anything. It's not like some maid and a butler didn't show me the house that you bought because you weren't there to do it in person. Of course I'm not angry at you for completely disrespecting me and causing me to worry and have my hopes all screwed up!" Her voice was now quite high-pitched.
"Moriko...please don't yell..."
"Why not? I have a right to yell! I have a right to be angry, damn it!"
"Moriko...forgive me. I am...out of line on this one."
Moriko rolled her eyes. Same as always. "Whatever."
"Alright. I'll be home in a few so we can talk about your trip and get settled, alright?"
Through half-closed lips, Momo smiled. "Sure, dad. Sure."
Another slight pause, and then. "Oh! Moriko darling, have the chauffeur take you to the school and show you around Tokyo. That way you'll be acquainted." Moriko blanched. She had just given the man the day off.
"Uh...sure, dad. But hey, listen. Mind if I take a nap first? I'm kinda tired."
"Of course, dear."
"Oh! When do I start school?"
Another pause, then, "Monday."
"So soon? Why?"
"Moriko, please don't argue. We'll talk more about it later." Moriko nodded. She sighed, looking around her room, thinking of the huge, mostly unused house.
"Hey...dad?"
"Yes, what is it dear?" Moriko gulped, and her voice went low-key.
"I...miss mom." Another silence, long and cold.
Then, on the other line, a catch in the throat. "I do to, sweetheart. I do to."
Stuffing her clothes into the blue, steel-plated gym locker that was her private part of the company space, Hina slammed the door shut, clamping the lock and shrugging on her gray overcoat at the same time. Blowing out a breath of air to calm her nerves, she headed to the front desk. A kindly looking young woman tended the counter, typing at her computer for this or that. Smiling, Hina leaned against the wooden table top. "So, what have you got for me today?"
The woman smiled, typing in Hina's name on the computer database for the company and waiting for a list of names and addresses to appear. Nodding at one, she pulled it up. "This one is kinda close to home for you," she said, tapping the screen in amusement. Interested, Hina walked the counter, coming to her side to peer over her shoulder. The screen read OTOMIYA. She recognized the address immediately as being on her street...right next door on the left in fact. "That work?" Hina nodded, and the receptionist pressed the print button, getting up and walking to the printer that began to spit out the required paperwork.
"So...I guess I should take my supply cart home with me," Hina said, teasingly. "That way I wouldn't have to walk all the way down here to get it, and walk all the way down here to bring it back."
The woman waited for the printer, but cocked her head at the pink-haired girl. "How did you know that the job was a permanent file?"
Hina shrugged, grabbing the paper from the machine as it spat it out excruciatingly slow. "I've seen the inside of the place a few times. My neighbor is this major business tycoon type. His house is huge, but he lives there all alone. The rest of his family is in America, I heard. It's so big that I doubt he takes care of it alone, seeing as how he has so much business going on. He probably has a slew of maids and butlers in the place."
"I see," the receptionist said, highly interested. "Well, why don't you scoot along, Hina. I'll take care of the paperwork and have everything done before your shift is even over. Grab your cart and get moving. Oh, I think that the night stock boy refilled everything for you to. He seems to like you a lot." Hina smiled, nodding her thanks and leaving the main room. Going into the supply area, she grabbed her cart that had her name printed on the handle. Four large bottles hung from pegs on the left side of the shambling cart, and she could definitely smell the odor of the blue chemicals. Wrinkling her nose, she exited the office, turning down the street and heading back home. As she was walking up the street, a boy, perhaps in middle school, followed her, tagging along just behind. He smiled, yanking slightly on a piece of frilly lace that hung from behind her.
"Hey! Watch it, Shouda!" The boy smiled, placing his hands behind his head.
"What the hell is that thing supposed to be?" Hina sighed, gritting her teeth as she continued up the sidewalk.
"It's called a uniform. You know, they make us wear one." He smiled wider, and she sighed exasperatedly. "Look, if I had my way, we wouldn't all be running around in maid's outfits, alright?"
Grinning impishly, the boy replied, "if I had my way, you lot wouldn't be wearing anything at..."
"Hey! Don't you even finish that statement you little nuisance! Go away! Go find a small animal to set on fire or something!" Shouda sighed, splaying his hands up in surrender.
"Fine, Hinageshi. This is my stop anyways. See you!" Running off, Hina smiled as he left the area. The boy was a complete nuisance to have around. When she didn't want him around, that was when she could count on him showing up...especially when she didn't want him around!
Up in front of her, Hina spied her stop. The Otomiya residence loomed like a monolith in the distance, dwarfing her house slightly, but not by much. Though, the fact that the houses weren't that much different comparatively didn't make her feel any different. It was the fact that she knew who lived in it that made her feel small in comparison.
After nearly an eternity trying to wrestle the cart up the flight of stairs, Hina stood, catching her breath as she surveyed her surroundings. It was nice to stop and smell the roses...or chemicals, in this case. Adopting a smile, she rapped on the door, waiting. Nothing happened. Rapping again on the shiny, polished material that lay in front of her, though she didn't understand why a door had to be shiny, she waited again. Still, nothing. Opening the small mail flap below her, she poked her eye around, trying to catch movement. Still, nothing. "Otomiya-sama?"
Momo stood in the kitchen, stretching to grab anything she could reach in the fridge. Of course, nothing seemed edible to her, and nothing seemed to be even partially interesting. "How the heck can we not have any food in this place! Look at it, for Kami's sake!" Turning, she dejectedly started walking back to her room when a fruit bowl met her gaze. Smiling, she grabbed an apple, rubbing it on her shirt. "This had better not be fake or plastic!" Taking a bite and delighting in the tangy juice that seeped out, she began wandering back to the stairs. She had found the kitchen in little less than an hour. Pretty good, she thought. She had only gotten lost in the place a few times as well. A few more years and she would have it down pact!
A sudden cry from the front door caught her attention. Who could that be? The butler walked snootily forward, ready to answer it. Momo's hand shot up, stopping him. "Go! I'll take care of it. Go do something...more useful." The butler huffed, but couldn't refuse the order. Turning, he walked away, leaving her holding the doorknob. Adopting her own smile, the blond girl opened the door, revealing a mousy looking girl with pink hair. "Um...hello. Can I help you?"
Hina fumbled. The punky blond girl in front of her was not someone whom Hina had originally expected to get an answer from. Taking a step back, so as to give the girl her space, she tried not to stare at her attire. "I'm quite sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you during your meal." Momo smiled, taking another bite and talking with a full mouth.
"What? This? No, this is just a snack. Don't worry about it!" She took another bite. "Can you believe that this place doesn't have any food? Big as it is, with no food? Geez." She took another bite as Hina continued.
"I'm Haruki Hinageshi. I'm your next-door neighbor...but I am supposed to be your new housemaid, as well..."
Momo blinked several times. Her next door neighbor...was going to be her maid? "Well...that's interesting. But, you don't have to call me anything special. Leave the chan out to, if you wouldn't mind. It makes me feel...important." Smiling, she put out her hand. "I'm Moriko Usagi Otomiya, but call me that and I'll kill you. You can call me Momo! Sounds good, doesn't it?" Hina smiled, taking the proffered hand and pumping it.
"Um...you can call me Hina...if you like..." Momo smiled, waving to her.
"Hina it is, then. Come on in, Hina." Seeing the cart, she smiled. "Here, let me help you with that, to. That looks huge compared to you!" Hina fumbled a thank you as the blond helped her into the house. Once inside, Hina couldn't help but stare up at the intricate works of art adorning the walls. However, Momo was more interested in what Hina was wearing than why she was there. "Wow! You know, that looks super cute on you! I was wondering to myself if I have anything that cute upstairs. I don't think I do. If I did, I would wear it out of work all the time!"She smiled, turning and taking another bite out of her apple as Hina sighed.
"It came with the job." Turning to look at the house again, she studied the wall hanging on her immediate left. A snap of the fingers brought her out of it.
"Hey! Hina, are you alright?" Hina started, looking at Momo as she stared inquisitively at her.
"Oh. Sorry, I...didn't mean to stare. You must really think I'm a nerd. The job came with more than just the uniform. We have dialogue as well...and it seems I have totally screwed that up. I'd really just like to meet you as your neighbor, rather than your housemaid." She smiled, placing a hand on her head. "But I suppose that's not what I'm meant to do. If you tell me where to start, I'll get cleaning. I know the way around, so you don't have to worry about showing me. Oh, by the way," she said, going back to her cart and rummaging around. Standing, she handed the blond a stack of papers. "Hang those on the doors that you don't want me going into. Just hang it on the knob." Momo scratched her head as she received the papers, and half-smiled.
"Um...thanks."
Before Momo could say more, Hina blurted out, "don't worry, I'll definitely have the entire first floor done before Otomiya-sama arrives home. He usually pulls in around midnight on Sunday's...unless, of course, he has something different scheduled...but of course, you would know better than I would." Hina smiled kindly at her, and Momo smiled back. You know more about him than I do...and I'm his daughter! Momo thought to herself.
"Hey...you said that you're my neighbor, right?" Hina blinked, then nodded.
"That's right. I live right over there!"
"Great! That means that we can hang out and stuff. Believe me, I don't think you're a nerd. I'm probably more a nerd myself than you are." Going to the cart, she grabbed a spray bottle, pretending to shoot it around herself. "When do you get off? I am so bored usually, we could hang out and stuff. My dad told me all about the ramen shops around here. I adore ramen! I only get the cheap baggie ones that they have in America. Dad says that this is the original ramen place, though. I can't wait!" Suddenly, Momo blushed. "Sorry...I'm talking way to much, aren't I? I'm just glad that I can talk to someone that has anything to do with me, someone who isn't old, gone, or works for me. I haven't had a decent conversation since..." Momo said, then cut off. Since my mom...she thought to herself, a bit sad. Almost immediately, she perked up. "Tell the truth, I don't know what needs cleaning or not! Here I am, holding you back from your job...and...umm..." Running around, she began sliding on the floors, looking for notes or anything of that nature. "Um...I don't really see anything by way notes that are left. Why don't we allow all the maids and butlers to clean? Just allow them to use your stuff, right? I'll leave a note, and they can fend for themselves. Let's go explore Tokyo, yeah Haruki?"
Hina smiled. Finally, someone to count as a friend...and she could get paid for walking around! "Hai!" Suddenly, she remembered her previous engagements. "Oh...but, I'm supposed to clean here. Your father is paying me, and I would like him to get his money's worth...and yours to." Momo looked slightly taken aback by the answer, but she didn't relent.
"No no. We'll say that you did your job...but I kinda distracted you from it. Besides, I need to know Tokyo a little better, and this is a way for that to happen. You don't want to be stuck cleaning on a Saturday, do you?" Hina bit her lip.
"Well...I don't know..."
"Come on! It'll be fun!" Momo grabbed her arm, beginning to pull her away from her cart. "Trust me. I'll take the blame for you if you want." Hina sighed.
"Alright...but I shouldn't go anywhere in this outfit. It's not exactly...off the rack, if you know what I mean? People would stare at me." Momo stopped her actions, turning to look at the girl. The maid's outfit, though 'super cute' as she called it, wouldn't be the best thing for her to wear.
"Well...it isn't that bad. Besides, you look great in that outfit. Don't worry, the stares you get will be good ones. I'll be getting stares to. It always happens." Hina's blue eyes fell to the floor, and she twitched slightly.
"But, when you get stares...I bet no one harasses you. That's why it's probably best you stay away from me during school. People bully me all the time. I wouldn't want that to happen to you." It was true. She felt like the most pushed around person in Tokyo. No matter where she went, her classmates were sure to be there, and were sure to call her names, make fun of her...and sometimes hit her. Not to often, but it had happened before.
"What? People push you around? Those jerks! The whole lot of em! How can they not like someone like you? I mean, sure I don't know much about you, but your honest, and nice, and...and...any other person would have just stared at me all awkward, like all these maids and butlers so far," she said, snorting and shaking her fist theatrically at the house. "Just let those idiots try and hassle me! I'll smack their faces in!" Putting an arm around Hina, she smiled. "Besides, what good are friends if you avoid them? Huh? Huh?" When Hina was left speechless, Momo giggled. "Exactly." Turning to her, she began entreating her once more. "Come on, Hina. Let's hit the town! Let's get out of this joint! Let's...let's...ah hell, let's just leave!"
"But...I..."
"Come on! You can play hooky this time! Just this once, eh? Tell you what. Next time you go clean a house, I will help you, no pay needed and all! Free! What do you say to that?"
"But...Momo...it isn't your job. I wouldn't want to take you away from your life and all." Momo smiled.
"Don't think anything of it! I would be glad to help! It would get me out of this house anyways. It's really lonely here, not having anyone but maids and butlers around." Hina nodded. She knew what that was like, with her parents always gone and her brother at college.
"Well...I suppose I could...just this time." Momo smiled, grabbing the door and thrusting it open.
"Great! Come on! I can smell the ramen from here!"
An officer walked the hallway of the Tokyo Grande Police Station, staring up at a sign that he had to pass under to enter into his ranking officer's office. He shook his head at the symbol. Some sort of crazy, lopsided ball with a pedestal or something. He, like most of the other police officers, never quite knew what it was, but it also hung outside the station on their sign. It was a strange symbol for any police station to have. Walking into the room, the man set down another stack of files, the third time that day. Sitting at her desk, Koyuki Midori typed busily on her laptop, finishing up another set of case files. As the next were sat down, she sighed, hanging her head and waving at the man as he left. Groaning at the increasing stack of files, Midori grit her teeth. Why do people around here give me so much work to do? I swear, if I work any more overtime this week, someone is gonna lose his head! Her laptop beeped suddenly, and she smiled, popping up her messages.
Midori,
The chief wants you in his office, pronto! Looks like you're about to work some more overtime. Sorry.
Uryu, the guy who's glad to not be you.
Midori's eyes suddenly took on a red pallor, and she huffed to herself. "Damn him. That new chief we have is an idiot!" Mentally, she made a note to try and calm down, and instantly, her eyes returned to their normal shade of dark blue. Getting up, she stomped to the chief's office, glaring at everyone as she did so. No one said a word as she walked by, and most kept their faces down towards the ground.
Having finally reached the man's office, she didn't bother knocking, walking in instead and taking a seat in one of the empty chairs. Stuffing her hands agitatedly in her pockets, she said with as much restraint as possible, "you asked for me, sir?" The man looked up, smiled slightly, and looked back down, talking as he wrote.
"Yes, Midori-san. I've been thinking for a while now that I should get to know some of the senior ranking officers around here, seeing as how I'm new and all. So, I'd like to invite you to dinner with my family and I at our house. What do you say, hm?" His eyebrow rose as he glanced over his papers at her. She was surprised, pleasantly in fact. She had thought that she would walk in, get handed a load of work that would take her all night to do, have to go home in the wee hours of the morning so she could get an hour of sleep, and be right back for more. Dinner...didn't sound too bad. Now everyone in the station hates me for acting like such an ass. Great!
Snapping out of her inner monologue, she smiled at the man behind the desk, who was waiting for an answer. "Of course, sir. I would be...er, delighted to have dinner with your family tonight." The man smiled, nodding.
"Great to hear, Koyuki. I'll meet you in the parking lot after work so you can follow me to my place." Midori smiled once more, nodding and standing up.
"See you then, sir." Walking out of the room with higher hopes, Midori sighed to herself. Damn...all I wanted to do was go home, grab a pizza, watch a movie, and go to sleep! Now I have to have dinner with the man who keeps me here all the time!
Midori-san, it could be worse, you know? You could be outside in the rain checking parking meters.
Oh, ha ha ha! Very funny, Itachi-san! You know, if you weren't in my head, I would rip you a new one. What do you think about that, Itachi?
I think that that would be unpleasant for both of us. Midori smiled. She at least had to have a little fun with the man whose reincarnated soul was stuck in her. Maybe she would watch a movie after all...something sappy and full of lovey-dovey stuff. If she couldn't make him squeal with love induced pain...her name wasn't Midori!