"Stop the bullshit and seriously tell me what the hell you are doing in my apartment?!" The woman told Madara, sounding as if she was losing her patience.
Now that was something. He was not even yelled at by his own mother! "What kind of language is that?" He said calmly, but with authority. "I have told you ten times already! I have accidentally put myself under genjutsu and sent myself to this place. I don't care about you nor your apartment, and I would have never came here on purpose."
To his great surprise and annoyance, she laughed. It was neither an honest nor fake laughter. It was completely sarcastic.
"I don't know whether to call police or ambulance or asylum!"
The argument would drag on for hours with Madara losing his patience little by little and the woman yelling bunch of strange terms at him. However, he could no longer permit one girl to scream at him.
He pulled out the kunai yet again, holding it up for her to see it clearly. "If you don't stop I won't hesitate to cut your throat." In different circumstances, he would have done just that long ago.
The movements made his freshly bandaged wounds stretch and burn, but he let none of that show on the outside.
She had stopped yelling at him after that, but she still insisted that he shows her his ID, which was another thing he's never heard of.
This uncomfortable encounter ended with Madara leaving the girl's apartment angrily, intending to find his way back home on his own.
Five hours later, he was back, but he had to climb up to the window in order to enter. He sulked at first, thinking that she refused to open the door, but then saw she was not at home any longer.
Well, even if she was home, he would probably have to climb up anyway.
Honestly, this town was one of the scariest things he's seen in his life – and he has seen a lot of scary stuff.
It was nearly like a battlefield: people ran around in crowds busily, they bumped into him multiple times, but no one seemed to notice or care, he was twice nearly ran over by a weird horse-less carriage.
Everything was buzzing, everything was loud, nobody watched where they were going. There were barely any trees and all he could see were rows and rows of enormous stone or glass buildings.
Madara decided that there was no need for him to continue overthinking the situation. For now, there was nothing he could do to change it. However, he could use some food and sleep.
Making himself comfortable, he snooped around the white apartment until he finally found where she kept food.
As he finished, he was even kind enough to clean after himself.
After that he went to find a bedroom, and just took a minute or two to judge his host for being so sloppy.
How could she keep her sleeping chamber so messy? It looked as if her wardrobe exploded, so piles of her colorful clothes were spread around everywhere. Her bed was unmade, even though it was already afternoon and by only a glance at her mess of a vanity, he could have sworn that she possessed more make-up than an average geisha.
He had decided to ignore it, so he just went over to the big bed to take a blanket and made himself a cushion on the floor.
When Shizu came home, it was approximately midnight. She had no time to pull out her cell phone to look at the time, she was too busy trying to get her entrance password right.
"Shit." She whispered the curse to herself, as she got it wrong yet again. She had changed it earlier that day because some weirdo had managed to enter her house, but now she couldn't remember the exact digits nor their order.
"2… 7…1, 4?" She chanted the numbers silently, while typing in the password, but in vain. The device produced that sad melody which only made her failure even heavier. She really should have made a note somewhere.
She cleared it, about to try again, but – oh, miracle – the door opened. Looking up from her bent position, her eyes and mouth widened in sync. "Y-You?!" She pointed at the person with her finger accusingly.
"Just get in. I've been watching you punching that thing for the past thirty minutes." He said, sounding bored.
"Just get in? You just get out! Why did you come back?!" She protested, but still entered the apartment.
"You will let me stay here for the time being."
"Oh, says who?"
"Says the future leader of Uchiha clan." At that, Shizu gave him the exact same look he's been giving her in the morning. "Of what? Is that some gang? Tch, childish."
"How dare you?" His voice went half an octave lower as he lifted his chin, obviously wanting to be even taller than he already was. "Uchiha is a noble clan that has given some of the strongest shinobi ever. Our kekkei genkai—"
"Yeah, okay." Shizu gave in, passing by him to go and take a seat on her white couch. To her he seemed like a clown with a knife. And she was actually wondering if those were even real knifes, they could as well be plastic – the guy was batshit crazy!
"So, in the end: What is it that you want from me, nobleman?" She could not help her sarcasm. With that huge hedgehog-like hair and dirty clothes he looked anything but noble.
"I want to stay here until I can find my way back home."
"That's all?" The man shrugged his shoulders, as to confirm. "And what are you willing to give me in exchange?"
He frowned at her question as if he wasn't expecting her to ask for anything. Clearing his throat, he spoke up:
"An Uchiha word. It is a— Why are you laughing?!" He raised his voice accusingly at her. Back at home, he would destroy anyone who would even try to go against the greatness of his clan, and here a mere girl ridiculed it.
"What is your name?" Shizu asked between the laughs. She wasn't even being mean now, it was truly amusing how conceited yet naïve this man was.
"Madara." He spat.
"Shizu." She said, stretching out her hand for a handshake, but he didn't budge. Rude, she thought, retreating her arm.
"Well, Madara, I hope you are good at house chores. For, if you plan to stay here, you cannot do so for free."