Story: I didn't mean it!
Rating: M
Summary: Kakuzu finally has meet a girl that loves him, but, can the woman he loves so much stay by him when he starts to get angry? KakuzuXOC
Warning: This is a story for the more mature people. There will be abuse, rape, and a lot of drama.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, other then the story line, and the OC.
Kakuzu closed his eyes and sighed. Yet another night with no sleep. It seems like his brain wouldn't let him sleep. He closed his eyes agian and just laid there. He had to rest his body somehow, and he wasn't able to for some reason. He let out another sigh and listened to the people outside walking around.
He had gotten a apartment away from the rest of the members. He couldn't stand to be near them. He opened his eyes and looked up at the blank white roof. His room seemed so boring. Not a single bit of color in the room. Even the furniture was white. It came with the apartment, so it didn't really matter to him.
Even though he hated the color of his apartment, he loved it here. There was no one to bother him, no one to talk to him, and no one to get mad at. He loved it here. Yes, yes he did.
He let out a short sigh and moved over in his bed, sliding his feet off the bed and onto the ground. He groaned a little and sat up. He scratched his head and looked around. It was a little hard to see with his black hair in his eyes. He blew them away and went over to the mirror. He looked at himself for a moment, scratched his chin and made his finger follow the lines of the stitches on his mouth.
For some reason, no one was afraid of it. They all thought that it was because he had gotten into a car crash or something. It didn't matter to him much though, but it did make him feel a little better now that people actually treated him like a person instead of a freak. He did get the occasional stare.
He rolled his glowing neon green eyes and looked down at the brush near his hand. He really didn't like to brush his hair, but that was because his hair always had knots, and it was hard to make his hair straight, because then in a couple of minutes he had to do it again because his hair was knotty again.
He had never really thought about what to do in the near future. All he could think about was money, and his work as a banker. Yes, he worked at the closest bank. It was nice to have a job that he liked to do. It just made the day fly by.
He didn't have anything to do when he gets back from work, so he just sits on the couch and looks out at the city from his window. It had a beautiful view, and it was a cheap place, so he liked it. The man who owned the building was a old man. He was rather nice to Kakuzu, so Kakuzu paid rent. Even though he didn't want to.
Kakuzu ran a hand threw his hair, figured that it was good enough, and walked out of the bathroom. He mad his way to his dresser and pulled out a shirt, a pair of pants, and some socks. He slipped on his pants and his socks, then looked down at his shirt. It seemed dirty for some reason. He went and threw it into the hamper, and got another shirt. He slipped that on and moved into the small room he called a kitchen.
He opened the fridge and grabbed a apple, took a couple bites, threw it in the garbage, and started on his way out of his apartment. He dragged his feet down the hallway, until he got to the stairs. He stood there for a moment and stared down at the stairs. He shook his head and mumbled something under his breath, and walked down the stairs. After walking down all the stairs he walked across the road and continued on his way down the sidewalk.
His eyes looked down at the sidewalk while he walked. He didn't want to have eye contact with anyone. Kakuzu, at the moment, didn't feel like talking to anyone. He let out a little sighed and looked around quickly to see how close he was to work. He wasn't that far off now, but it would take about two minutes to get there.
He let out another sigh. He did the same thing everyday. Got up, walked to work, work, go home, sit on the couch and stare at the roof. That was Kakuzu's day. Hidan and a couple other of the akatsuki members would visit him sometimes. He didn't like it that much when Hidan came over, that was because Hidan had a problem and always tried to break stuff. And, Kakuzu wasn't happy when it happened.
Kakuzu rolled his eyes. He had now gotten to the bank. He let out a little sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened his eyes again, and walked in. He walked over to his spot. He looked around. Right now nothing interesting was happening. Damion, one of Kakuzu's work friends looked over at him and smiled.
"Hey stitches. How's it goin'?" Damion asked. Kakuzu rolled his eyes and smiled, "Fine. What about you?" Kakuzu asked. Damion shrugged and leaned back in the chair he was sitting in. "Good. I got lucky yesterday." Damion said. Kakuzu stared at him for a moment. "What do you mean by 'lucky?" Kakuzu asked. Damion had a perverted smile.
Kakuzu rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked around. The bank was almost always like this. Nothing to do, but at least it paid. Kakuzu leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He listened to the sound of some people walking around outside, some of his co-workers breathing and talking to one and other. It was always like this. It was never different. Kakuzu let out a small sigh and opened his eyes again.
He watched as someone walked in and looked around. It was a lady. She was fairly pretty, she could have been a model, but she wasn't wearing high-heels, like most models do. Kakuzu rolled his eyes. Beautiful people were always mean. Nothing good ever came from them.
The lady's eyes wandered over to Kakuzu. He could feel her eyes tracing the stitches on his face. It made him angry. For a second, he thought he would lose it and rip the lady in half. He managed to do the deep breathing thing that his anger management teacher told him to do when he was angry.
She walked over to him and waved. She seemed happy, which just got him even madder. "What?" Kakuzu asked gruffly. The lady blinked for a moment. She probably wasn't expecting him to be so rude. Hey, Even Kakuzu didn't think he would sound the rude.
Kakuzu looked to the side. The woman stared at him for a moment, which got him mad again. Damion was staring at the both of them, which just made the situation worse. "Um. Excuse me... I was wondering what town this was... I tried asking a couple other people, but they ignored me." The woman said. Kakuzu snorted. "I can see why. Anyways, go ask someone else. We're a bank." Kakuzu said.
The woman stared at him for a moment, sighed, then turned around and left. Once she was gone, Damion swung his head over and looked at Kakuzu. "What was that about, Stitches? That was unnecessary." Damion said. Kakuzu rolled his eyes. "I don't care." Kakuzu said.
Kakuzu got up and walked into the middle of the room. The work people all stared at him. "I'm going for a paid break, don't tell boss." Kakuzu said. He walked out of the bank and made his way down the street. He was frustrated already? It seemed to be a bad day today.
He stopped as he heard someone yell out. He looked around to see where it was coming from. He soon found out that it was coming from a alley, just a little ways away from him. Kakuzu darted off into the alley to stop, and ran into a person. Then person spun around quickly and the man's eyes widened. After all, Kakuzu was a huge person, and he was scary looking.
The person let out a little sqeuk and booked it. Kakuzu's eyes darted to two other people, who were curently holding onto a woman. That woman happened to be the same lady that had came into the bank. They let go of her and ran down the other way, jumping over a small wall.
The woman went over to her bag and picked it up. What had been in it seemed to be scattered around on the ground. Kakuzu's eyes narrowed and he leaned up against the wall neraest to him. He was still angry at her, even though she hadn't really done anything. She looked up for a moment, looked down, then looked up again, but this time her eyes were wide.
"Hey! You're the guy from the bank!" The woman exclaimed. Kakuzu rolled his eyes. "Yeah..." Kakuzu mumbled. He was looking down at the woman's bag. It didn't look that expensive. Kakuzu looked up and watched as the woman picked up the bag and walked over to him. She was smiling.
"Thank you." She said. Kakuzu rolled his eyes. He moved away from the wall and turned around, and started walking back to the bank. The woman jumped up and little and ran to him, and stopped in front of him, making him stop. His eyes narrowed.
"What do you want?" Kakuzu asked. The lady frowned when he narrowed his eyes. She gulped. "Um...I was wondering... would you like to have supper with me... I'll pay... I just want to say thank you in some way..." The woman said. Kakuzu closed his eyes for a moment. "Fine. I'm Kakuzu." Kakuzu said. The woman smiled. "I'm Amarante." Amarante said. Kakuzu's eyes opened and he looked at her for a moment, he couldn't help but smile. "Amarante? As in 'Flower that never dies?" Kakuzu asked. Amarante smiled and nodded.
"Yep." She said. Kakuzu rolled his eyes. "See ya." Kakuzu said. He walked around Amarante and continued walking to the bank. Amarante sighed. Kakuzu whipped around and stared at her for a moment. "I'll be at the bank until 7." Kakuzu said. Amarante nodded. Kakuzu stared at her for a moment, then turned around and started to walk back to the bank.
He walked to his spot and sat down. He sighed and closed his eyes. He knew that Damion was staring at him, but he just ignored it. He didn't feel like talking. He was more interested in why Amarante had asked him out. It just seemed odd, but then again she could just be trying to be nice, or she could just be sad for him or something. Kakuzu growled under his breath.
Damion rolled his eyes. Kakuzu just stayed there for a moment. He opened his eyes and sighed. It was yet another day of almost completely nothing. Kakuzu couldn't wait until seven o'clock today. He was a little bit happier then usual, but that was a good thing right?
Note from the Author: Okay, this is my first story. Hope you like the first chapter, sorry for all the spelling mistakes (if there is any). I'm not very good at writing stories, but i tried, tell me if you like it please.