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Leggings.

An unexpected meeting.

The streets of New York were always very crowded, much to his annoyance. There wasn't a single hour, minute or second where he could've found himself alone, breathing in relief. Especially when he was given a particular mission, it was the most annoying thing that he had ever imagined.

Garu never minded people very much, only... What he couldn't take were the many stares he received from both men and women, be it teenage girls or salary men, they all looked, and, well... He didn't appreciate being looked at. He was born and raised to be in the shadows, he intended to keep living within the darkest corners of the world no matter what the cost, for it was his reason for living.

It was still broad daylight, so he had plenty of time before getting rid of his victim. For now, all he had to do was follow him and try to attract the least attention, if possible.

Sadly, it wasn't the case.

"Hey there, handsome." A pretty young woman who was about his age waved, her light brown hair shining under the sun, reflecting a bit of her blonde highlights, "are you alone? Want to hang out with me for a bit?" She had a positively bright smile that could've made any man weak on the knees.

Unfortunately for her, Garu wasn't your typical guy.

He looked at her for merely a second before side-stepping her, muttering a 'sorry I'm busy' while doing so. She turned, pouted, and left quietly. As soon as he made sure she wasn't following, he sighed and scratched his head in mild-annoyance.

I really should've worn that black hoodie for today, he thought bitterly. It wasn't his fault for being a lady-magnet, in fact, he always cursed his current appearance. Shinobi weren't supposed to be mesmerizing in any way, no... On the contrary, a perfect Shinobi has to be average in terms of looks in order to not attract much attention. Even in terms of smell, washing daily and avoiding perfume was a must, so as to not detect their scent from afar. Shinobi AKA: Ninjas must be normal, average, wherever and whenever, aside from their physical abilities, that is.

Garu wasn't average, he was far more than that. People had always called him 'pretty' when he was young, and he hated it. When puberty kicked in, he was praised as being handsome by many, heck... even by his master. It didn't help the least bit.

Garu was the child of a very famous and beautiful Oiran at a geisha house and somehow, inherited his looks from her. His father, however, was unknown to him. His mother used to talk a lot about him, saying that he inherited those hazel eyes from 'that man' and how positively gentlemanly he acted towards her. He remembered the look in her eyes when she spoke, when she complimented him even when he had used her body to his advantages. She kept saying how much she loved his eyes... How much they shone in the night and how they somehow turned into vivid amber when faced with intense situations.

He hated those eyes, because they were the eyes of a man who hurt his mother.

When he thought back about it, he realized that his mother truly loved his father; she even planned on eloping with him (shockingly) enough. Of course, that man was only after her prowess in bed, and nothing else. Perhaps she didn't expect much, because even though she'd been caught trying to escape, she never struggled.

It made his head hurt, just thinking about it.

"I'll never be good at dealing with emotions..." He muttered to himself while keeping track of his target. This time, instead of being a middle-aged man, he was asked to follow and murder a 27 year-old man named Charlie Johnson, who apparently; got involved with an rather eerie organization. Garu didn't really understand why he was told to kill him, all he ever did was deliver messages and hack a few bank accounts, but he didn't kill. He didn't kill... and he didn't rape, or make anyone's lives miserable, but orders were orders, and he had to follow them.

Garu kept on following Charlie while keeping a steady pace, so far it has already been thirty minutes since he started his mission and the guy still didn't stop anywhere. He wasn't complaining, but he was still very curious to where he'd go.

He continued walking and following him until he entered some sort of Asian restaurant, making Garu's eyebrows twitch. Upon further inspection, he noticed that it was the same noodle restaurant he thought about visiting soon.

"What a pleasant coincidence," he rolled his eyes and followed suit, entering the restaurant. It was actually perfect timing, considering he was getting quite hungry. Shinobi weren't allowed to eat much in the mornings, or afternoons for that matter... It was important to remain light on one's feet, no matter the situation.

Garu thought he'd eat a quick bowl of ramen if Charlie decided to eat as well. He didn't want to appear suspicious, especially in a restaurant.

The moment he stepped within the building did the delicious smell of ramen tickle his nose, tempting his rather empty stomach. Garu sniffed the air and closed his eyes in a moment of a bliss, when was the last time I smelled noodles?

He shook his head and tried to focus again, eying all the tables before finally noticing Charlie. He wrinkled his nose and decided to sit a good few tables away from him, close enough for him to spy, and far enough for him to avoid suspicion.

So far so good.

Garu stood still and looked around calmly. It was true, the restaurant smelled really nice and it appeared quite new. It wasn't exactly fancy, but it had a certain Asian charm that he missed very much. Being Japanese himself, Garu still couldn't help but miss his country and customs, including its mouth-watering food.

The young ninja eyed his prey calmly, both hands perfectly still on the table. Charlie appeared to have took out his phone, he was most likely texting somebody.

Hmm, that's not odd but...

He waited and apparently he received a reply, he started looking around carefully before writing again. Garu rose an eyebrow in mild suspicion.

Is he waiting for somebody?

A few seconds passed and while he was still very clearly looking at his prey did something dark and shiny block his view.

Garu twitched.

Long legs and... Leggings...

It took him a few seconds to clearly understand what he was actually staring at before understanding that it was none other than the restaurant's waitress. Slowly, he ran a hand through his shoulder-length black hair. That was careless of me, he thought. Perhaps it was because of her sudden appearance? He didn't know.

Though he could only see her back, he already knew that she was young and possibly Asian as well. He had walked through the streets of New York for a while and never had he seen a single individual with hair as dark as his. Sure, he managed to figure out that some people liked to dye their hair black, but it was never naturally black. Sometimes, he found people with really dark brown hair, but they weren't exactly close to his own.

There was that, and there was her skin. It was pale, pale like ivory. Just a glimpse of her hand and he already could tell. Her fingers were long and thin, much like his.

But mine must be rugged after all those assassinations... Hers must be soft, he thought.

She handed him over the menu and he thanked her, then, she turned around and Garu looked at her as if he had never seen a girl like that before.

A small, round nose. Long jet black hair, skin like ivory, thick lips and a small mouth. Eyes the color of chocolate and rosy cheeks.

Garu had possibly never found a woman attractive before, sure, he had found some and thought them 'pretty', but the feeling he felt on his chest wasn't just a physical analysis of that young girl.

He found her to be exactly his type.

A second later, they made eye-contact. Garu, not being one to be intimidated or embarrassed, held her gaze with his own. He didn't know how or why, but he already felt the intensity rise within his body, he could already tell that his hazel eyes were turning into a rich amber by now.

And it wasn't normal.

He saw her eyes widen, as if genuinely surprised before smiling and making her way towards him. Her walk was somehow childish, but still refined, and as she drew near, he could tell that she was taller than average women, possibly 5'8 feet tall. No wonder he was captivated by her legs.

She suddenly appeared right in front of him and Garu couldn't help but continue staring, her smile was still illuminating her features and her eyes were still brown and gentle.

She spoke, and Garu strained to hear her voice.

"Welcome," she whispered as she handed him over the menu. Garu took it and thanked her, still not averting his eyes away. Her smile widened and she tilted the head to the side before walking away.

That was odd.

Why did she whisper? And why was she wearing a dress with such a high collar? Isn't it a bit too hot for that? He thought quietly as he analyzed the menu's contents. So far it truly was a noodle restaurant, with lots of varieties of noodles. Garu licked his lips and turned the menu, still noodles, but they did make other dishes like soup or spring rolls.

Well, ramen it is, then. He decided and closed the menu. He then looked at Charlie's table expectantly, said man was looking at his watch over and over and looking at his phone continuously.

He's definitely waiting for someone.

The waitress then came into his line of sight and possibly asked him if he was ready to order. He saw Charlie approach her, giving her the ear as if saying that he couldn't hear her. She repeated herself and he shook his head, waving at the door, sign that he was truly not expecting to eat alone. The dark-haired waitress nodded then turned around, immediately locking eyes with Garu again.

With his fist on his chin and fingers tapping on the table, Garu waited calmly for her to come. She did. She smiled, his lips curved slightly.

"Shall I take your order?" She whispered again. Garu thanked the skies that Shinobi had sensitive hearing, otherwise it would've been difficult to understand her.

"I'd like some ordinary ramen, if possible, and a simple bottle of water." He answered as he handed her over the menu. She took it and their fingertips slightly touched, the sudden contact surprised him, but he didn't flinch.

It probably happened to her often, because she didn't move as well. Instead, she smiled again, "Right away, sir." And left.

Garu waited for a moment and took the opportunity to look at Charlie some more. This time he was tapping furiously on his phone. At first, Garu thought he was texting like a mad-man until the reflection on Charlie's glasses gave him away.

"What the... He's playing a game," He muttered to himself and sighed. Charlie really wasn't worth it, nobody was worth it nowadays, and he silently wished for someone who could be a challenge, who could put him on edge.

Minutes passed, and before Garu couldn't even take a whiff of his noodles did a familiar man enter the restaurant.

Garu cursed.

"Fuck, it's him."

TBC.

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