"Shit," she whispered angrily to herself after hitting her ankle with her skateboard for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It was a dark and rainy day in Shizume City, and almost nobody was outside; with the exception of a few cars passing by. That type of weather was her absolute favorite; the gloomy lights from the car's headlights, to the warm rain hitting her shoulders as she walked down the street. It just seemed to relax her, though she wasn't quite stressed about anything.
She was about ten minutes away from home, where she lived alone. Her parents were murdered a while back, specifically when she was in elementary school. She was only nine years old at the time. You would assume this to be extremely damaging to a young girl's mind and mental state, but not in her case. She just didn't seem to care for some reason, as sad as that sounds. So, she lived on her own; but didn't really mind. She also dropped out of Ashinaka High School junior year, for reasons such as lack of interest and boredom. Two years later, almost at the age of nineteen, she still didn't have a job. The first few years after her parent's deaths her aunt took her in; her aunt was an emotional wreck and always seemed to cry a lot. The same year that she dropped out of school she moved back into her parents old house, and ever since then her aunt has insisted on sending money and paying the bills. You could definitely say that she had the easy way out of life.
Through her thoughts she didn't notice that she was standing in the front lawn of her house. The white debris stained front door was wide open; people tended to break in a lot, mostly because she would start fights with them the day before.
She slowly walked in and grabbed a bat from behind the couch; having gone through this tons of times. She felt the letters engraved into the bat's metal handle underneath her fingertips, spelling her name; Hail. Gently dropping her skateboard to the floor, she silently walked into her room to find a middle aged women quickly going through her drawers; stuffing a few items into her pockets. Hail stood behind the women with her arms crossed, clicking her tongue impatiently. The women quickly turned around at the sound of another person; her hands up and eyes widened. Hail held her bat in front of the women's face, waiting for an explanation.
"What are you doing here?" Hail demanded, pressing the bat firmly against the intruder's forehead.
The women's dark brown eyes widened at the swift motion. "M-my rent was due the other day, y-you see, a-and I needed to pay it," she stuttered, glancing up at the wood as it pressed against her forehead. Suddenly the women grabbed the bat, and struggled to pull it out of Hail's hands. "Let go!" The women yelled out angrily, pulling at it with all of her strength. Growing impatient, Hail quickly hit the women over the head and grabbed her by her hair; holding her up to her face.
"Like your rent is any of my fucking problem," Hail said coldly before smashing the intruder's head onto the wall behind her. The woman laid limp on the floor; passed out with a pink mark on her forehead. She had snarled dark brown hair thrown into a messy pony tail, and an extreme amount of smeared makeup covering her face. Her clothes were also very dark and revealing, and her skin seemed to be covered in hickeys.
"Probably a prostitute," she said lazily, tilting her head to the side. She quickly threw the women over her shoulder, grabbed her skateboard, then made her way out the front door.

She got home completely out of breath; desperately panting for air at the door, while thinking back to what had happened just minutes before:

A guy her age, maybe 18 or 19, was leaning against a brick wall in an alleyway while she walked down it. He looked up from his phone as he heard her footsteps, and they both stood there staring at each other silently for a good thirty seconds. He had a skateboard at his side, and his hair was somewhat long and red while a black beanie covered the top of his head. He also wore a white baggy shirt, dark green shorts, and a red sweater wrapped around his waist.
"What...are you doing?" he asked, slowly walking towards her while pointing to the women over her shoulder. She immediately turned around and pulled her hood up to hide her face. She didn't really want to fight anyone; she was starving and hadn't eaten anything all day. She dropped the women where she was standing and rode off on her skateboard as fast as she could, but of course he started to follow her on his.
"Hey! Get the fuck back here!" he yelled as she kept riding towards her house.

After snapping out of her thoughts, she looked over her shoulder to see where he went, and to her dismay, he was standing right behind her. She almost let out a scream as her back bumped into the door. He leaned in close to her face with cold, auburn eyes. Though, before he could say anything, she slipped the door open and slammed it behind her, locking it immediately. He pounded on it for what seemed like forever, until everything went quiet again. She hesitantly looked through the peep hole in the door; he was gone. As soon as she stepped away, a hand covered her mouth and spun her around; he must have came through an opened window.
"Explain," he demanded impatiently. After a few moments of silently staring at each other, her hood slowly slid down the back of her head, revealing her long blonde hair and slightly more visible face. His face turned a dark red as he gazed into her bright green eyes. "T-this doesn't change the fact that y-you..." his voice trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Hail's gaze. She took the advantage and hit him over the head with her handy baseball bat that was lying on the floor beside her; knocking him out cold.
"Well now what am I gonna' do with you?" She sighed, looking down at his slightly bloody face. She was about to walk away when she heard him mumble something. Getting closer, she heard him cursing under his breath while wiping away the blood on his forehead. "Oh shut up," she sighed again, looking out the window as a slight breeze blew around some tree branches. After a moment, she looked back down at the guy. "What's your name?" She demanded. He stared at the ground, not answering. Growing impatient, she asked again: "Hello? What's your name?"
He continued to look at the carpeted floor while crossing his arms. "It-it's Yata," he stuttered angrily.
She roughly threw a pillow at him to get his attention. "Okay, Yata... I bet you're wondering why I was carrying an unconscious women over my shoulder in an alleyway. Well, rest assured; what I did was all in self defense. Now, if you would please exit my home and take your board with you, that'd be just peachy," she smiled and gestured towards the door. He slowly stood up and grabbed his board, turning to face the doorway.
"C-come to the skatepark w-with me...a-and I'll forget that anything happened," he stuttered, looking down at his board. She looked at him with wide eyes. She just hit him over the head with a baseball bat after he broke into her house...how crazy was this guy?
"Seriously...?" She asked doubtfully. A small laugh escaped her lips before she asked, "Why?"
He slowly turned around and rubbed the back of his neck again. "Well, none of the guys will go with me..." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow as his face grew a deeper shade of red. After another long moment of silence, she agreed to go to the park with him, pulling him outside. She was planning on going there later that day anyways. And plus, he owed her a good time for breaking into her house.

"You never told me your name," he said, watching as she looked around the yard for her skateboard, soon spotting it near the driveway.
"You don't need to know," she replied rather bluntly, walking towards it. "And it doesn't really matter, let's just go." She hopped onto it as he looked at the ground, before finally grabbing his own. He started off to the left slowly as she followed, then kept straight for a while until he suddenly stopped, holding his board under his arm.
"J-just tell me y-your name," he stuttered. She slowed to a stop and silently stood on her board. They stared at each other for a while like this. She didn't know why, but she always wanted to remain a mystery to everyone. Telling someone her name was never easy.
"Just...just call me Hail," she sighed, looking to her right at nothing in particular. She felt defeated as she listened to the rain hit the pavement. She felt the warm wind blow her hair a bit, making her feel sort of tired. Why did she give in to him just now? And why did he want to know her name so badly? She didn't know the answers to these questions, so she gave up on pondering on them.
She randomly laid down on her back and looked up towards the sky; it was getting dark and the grass she was lying on was damp from the rain. Yata was still standing at the side of the road, nervously waiting for her to get up. "Hey, yata?" She asked, slightly startling him. "I know this is probably a really weird question, but would you come stay with me?"
He froze at the question while turning a deep shade of red again. "N-no way!" he nearly shouted, waving his hands in disapproval.
She quickly sat up, "But I need someone to stay with me! I have no one else. I always get paranoid after a break in..." She didn't know why she lied to him about being paranoid. She's not afraid of anything, really. And he's one of the people that broke in, why did she want him to stay with her? Where's the sense in that? Why was she taking such an interest in him?
He stood in thought for a few seconds before nervously holding a hand out for her. "L-let's just go..."

They spent at least two hours at the park, and by the time they decided to leave, it was pitch black and they couldn't see five feet in front of them.
They spent the entire time laughing at each other whenever they fell, but other than that Yata acted extremely shy. Hail thought it was kind of cute; usually the girl acted shy and nervous, while the guy acted cocky and confident, but for them, the roles were switched.
Yata had asked her how long she wanted him to stay, so she told him for maybe a night or two. Eventually he said yes to her offer, which she found to be a bit surprising, honestly.
He rode back to her house while she walked, carrying her board at her side. She wasn't used to riding in the rain, or when she couldn't see where she was going.
"Well, this day can't get any longer," she sighed to herself. After a little while, she was standing in front of her house again. Yata was sitting on the front steps playing a psp, and didn't move an inch as she walked past him. "Must be pretty into it," she thought to herself as she opened the door and walked in, throwing off her soaked shoes and turning the heat up with her shivering hands. The rain made her pretty cold, and her clothes were just as soaked as her shoes. She turned to the door and called out to Yata, "You can come in, you know." He jumped a bit from surprise, before turning around to look at her. His eyes looked tired and his clothes were quite damp, just as her own.
"...and i'll wash your clothes for you," she added with a small smile. He stood up and started walking past her, but before he could get far, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. "Thank you, Yata~" she said playfully as he stood still, blushing madly. He swiftly pulled away, looking towards the ground in embarrassment.
"S-so you'll wash these f-for me?" He stuttered as he tugged on his wet shirt, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Absolutely adorable when embarrassed." She noted to herself as she nodded her head, pointing to one of the extra rooms she had in the house. "I have a lot of sweaters and sweatpants you can change into, if you want, while those get washed." She offered, shutting the front door.
His blush deepened as he turned in the direction of the room. "F-fine," he said, shutting his temporary room's door behind him.