Snip. Snip. Snip. Her grey eyes were transfixed on the man that sat before her. She continued to cut off his silver hair, it was too long. He grumbled and ate the food she had made for him, Miso soup. He didn't like the idea of her cutting his hair because he figured she would make him bald for the things he said about her. She assured him after a bit of threats that she would only cut it to the style he wanted it, medium length so he could slick it back. His name was Hidan. She had asked him questions during his haircut and in return he asked her weird questions as well. He was in fact more than two hundred years old and was immortal due to a god he worshiped; the pendant around his neck was a symbol of his religion. She had offered to get the dirt off the thing but he wouldn't let her touch the thing. He had been buried by a Shinobi after killing his teacher, and he was furious once she revealed the name of the park she found him in. Nara, the kid that had buried him had the last name as Nara. She almost toppled out of her chair laughing because it was so ironic. He asked her things as well. She had replied his questions except for the rude ones. He now knew that she was sixteen and was going to turn seventeen in one month, she went to a high school with teachers who had trees stuck up their asses, she moved a lot, and she only lived with her father. Hidan finished his meal and then turned his attention to his arm, he had to admit her cooking wasn't too bad and her stitch work was… acceptable. She was allowing him to stay at her place but he would have to repay her back by doing housework, he had yelled at her because of that but she simply ignored him. He would have to wait in her bedroom closet when ever her father was at home and would have to wait until he went to bed before he could come out. What a load of shit. When she told him the rules he had made a mistake, he said "Who gives a flying shit about your dumb ass of a father." That earned him a good hard punch in the jaw, which was starting to bruise. Another lesson learned, don't talk about this girl's dad and don't insult her. She sure could throw a punch.
"Almost finished Hidan.." she said, breaking the silence while cutting and combing his hair. He stayed still and kept thinking. He could kill her; his scythe was leaning against the wall. She's just a girl; he would be able to kill her in a manner of seconds. He didn't. The broad's father would be home and a shitload of trouble would be in his awake, since he didn't know his way around this… Japan Era. "I've been thinking…" she announced.
"Well what the fuck about?" he retorted somberly while sitting with slumped shoulders.
"I may be able to enroll you in my High school, just for a while so you won't have to stay cooped up inside all the time. You will have to learn though; you certainly won't have a trouble with history." She lightly laughed and then sat down the scissors.
"Hmph.. it would be better than staying in a smelly closet.." He frowned; he hadn't been in school since he was about ten or so. It was a long time ago.
"Then its set. You are to go to school on Monday, its Friday so I should be able to teach you things and get some fitting clothes for you. Heck, even you can pick out your attire.."
"Teach me things? What things?" he asked while raising a silver eyebrow and scoffing. "I thought that shithole of a school is supposed to teach."
"It is, but there are other things to teach you. Like not killing anyone, don't talk back to teachers, the works." He groaned at her words and mumbled a, Oh great she's gonna teach me manners. He picked up a mirror and then looked into it and at his reflection; his hair was back to normal. She stood up and then waved for him to follow her; he stood up without a word and walked behind her. She advanced down the hall and then made a left into a room.
He stood in the doorway and took a look around, her room was medium sized and it was spaced out. The walls were off-white and her bed was a twin by the looks of it. Two windows were located on the façade and they were covered by bamboo slanted blinds. It was a normal room, except a little messy. The bed sheets were disheveled and a shit load of books scattered on the ground near the nightstand. He walked in and started to look through things, he glanced at pictures of people that sat on the dresser and he saw a woman that looked close to the girl named Ash. There were differences and similarities. Ash had ash blonde hair with a tint of brown to it while the woman in the photo had golden blonde locks. She had green eyes while Ash had grey ones; her skin was slightly tan while Ash's was pale. They both had that look to their face though. They both looked capable of scaring a drunk with a knife shitless, yet they had a soft look to it. Strange. He ambled to the closet and swung it open, preparing for the worst of his make-shift room for the time being. It didn't have a pile of clothes waiting for him inside, there wasn't a clothes hamper either. Just clothes and shoes, three things however caught his eye. A katana that looked old and hand crafted and a Bokuto sat on a top shelf of the closet. He glanced back at her and watched her make the bed for a few minutes before going back to look at the third thing. It was hanging up and looked freshly ironed. A long black button up trench coat like jacket, it was buttoned up and it was open at the bottom. On the front of it, it had two pockets with buttons on it and on the right arm there was the Japan flag with red Japanese script underneath it. "Kinki Mayonaka."
"Taboo Midnight…." He murmured, he turned his head to meet her grey eyes and on instinct jumped back quickly in surprise. "Don't fucking sneak up on me B-… Brat!" She gave a sheepish smile and shrugged before feeling the fabric of the trench coat.
"Oooh saved yourself there didn't you?" she mocked.
"Never mind, what's up with the jacket and the katana?" he asked curiously while looking at the sword again, it was crafted well. "You sword fight?"
"Yeah, my dad and I are always on the move so I absorb a lot of culture. Tae Kwon Do and sword fighting is one of my specialties. The jacket.. it was given to me two months after I moved here, I just recently became a member of a all-girl bosozoku gang."
"A gang?"
"Yeah... During physical education class one of the members who attend my school said that I caught her eye, I came in third on the track field and got over the long jump. She asked me if I knew any fighting and I said yeah, then she offered the opportunity to me. I've been meaning to quit but once you do, they will beat the crap out of you even if you don' go to the riots." She paused, "My dad doesn't know yet, but recently at school I've gotten into a fight and I sneak out on Sundays…"
The sound of the front door unlocking snapped her out of the conversation and with a rough shove; she pushed him into the closet. He was sent flying into the wall and then slid to the floor; she closed the door and then stood up straight. She put her hands behind her back and then waited for her father. Hidan opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack, he looked at the man who walked in her room. He was dressed nice and had a clam yet soft look to his face, he wreaked the word pansy but he would never mention that to Ash. She gave a kind smile to the man and he returned it, she would curse like he would and was tough but when it came to her father she was nice. 'Oh yeah, be nice to him..' He thought bitterly.
"Hello Ash, I heard you got in a bit of trouble at school?" he spoke.
"Yes I did, the students are still giving me a rough time but one student went too far. I apologize." He smiled at her and then waved.
"It's alright, just try to tell a teacher next time. I'm off to bed; I have to go to work tomorrow." He groaned, "On a Saturday too!" He then walked out before closing the door behind him.
She glanced away from the door and smiled, "You can come out now" she sang quietly. "Try to stay quiet okay; don't want to wake up my dad. If you do then it will be hell." He simply nodded and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Well Jashin, what the hell am I supposed to do now?" he sat down on the carpet and tilted his head back to gaze at the ceiling.
"Kill time, watch television." She pointed a object at a box that sat on her dresser and then tossed him at the plastic device.
"Television?"
She frowned and then smiled, "Oh yeah you didn't have television back them. Um just watch the box, its moving pictures and stories. Real people talking about real things, anime shows or cartoons, reality shows. Just watch, you'll like it." She assured, "Now, I have to get some homework done.."
