After breakfast (which consisted mainly of chasing the cali through the house after she pilfered his food) he managed to eat himself a piece of toast with an fried egg on it though- He stood in the bathroom of his cozy little three bedroom cabin, fresh out of the shower and was about to shave.

He ran one hand across the misted over glass of the bathroom mirror and looked at himself through the fog and blinked, barely recognising himself since he hadn't looked in a mirror in a while.

He was a strikingly beautiful man.

Though he wouldn't use the word beautiful to discribe himself any. It was far too sissy like. And his daddy had knocked everything sissy like out of him when he was a kid. But that wasn't something that he cared to dwell on now that he was grown and his dad was dead.

He lifted a hand and used it to push some of his long hair back from his face and stared at himself hard in the mirror. He looked just like his no good, child beating daddy. He curled his lips in disgust and let his wet pale hair fall back into place in his eyes. Partially hiding the mismatched forest green and vivid teal eyes.

His hair was a pale silvery color that was a genetic trait as much as the mismatched eyes were. Both traits passed down from his damnedable father right along with his masculine jaw, his lips, his build and height, even his smile was like the old man's. His one redeeming trait- the one that he got from his mother- was his personality.

His mother had been the kindest, most tender hearted person he'd ever seen before. She'd also had a sadistic streak in her a mile deep.

He could still recall her chasing him through the field across from his childhood home, hollering that she was going to skin him alive for one thing or another and causing him to scream in terror and run faster. While the ruckus brought out the neighbors, all of whom sat or stood on their porches or in their yards shaking their heads and laughing at the spectical of him being caught. And dragged back to the house kicking and screaming by his ear.

He reached up and absently rubbed the ear most abused by his mother and felt his lips curve up a little bit at the corners before sliding his hand to his jaw and checked the length of his facial hair to determine how badly he needed to shave, if at all. After a moment or so he decided that it couldn't hurt to go ahead and shave and picked up his electric razor and turned it on and started shaving.

Five minutes later he made his way to his bedroom and glanced for a moment at the forest green, aqua, and silver colored comforter on his bed where the clothes he'd picked out earlier lay and made his way to the cherry oak dresser where he pulled out a black V neck t-shirt and a pair of spandex biker shorts.

Because as stupid as it sounded he liked how much more comfortable they felt against his skin and under his clothes than other kinds of shorts. That and...well they made his dick look bigger. Which he found absolutely hilarious because of the one time he'd been in public and had a kid trip and accidentally pull down his pants.

Red face aside, he'd been the most popular guy in the supermarket. He'd left with a lot of phone numbers too.

He slipped the shorts on over his long muscular legs then grabbed his brush and a rubber band to tie his mid shoulder length hair back with. And started running the bristles through his hair until he had ever snag and tangle taken care of. Then pulled the damp strands back and tied it off with the rubber band then dropped his arms and went over to the bed where he grabbed his faded black jeans and the long sleeved button up green and black checkered shirt.

And pulled them on before heading off to grab his boots and wallet and some money out of his rainy day jar and grab his keys before heading out the door.

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The moving truck stopped on the street corner, outside of a nice two story white house with a patio, sliding glass doors and a wrap around porch with roses and other flowers scattered about. She stared out the window at her new home in both anxiety and anticipation. So this is where she would begin her life again for the last time.

She supposed that she could do worse. She just wished that it wasn't so big. She doubted that she had enough stuff to fill every corner of the house since she'd only brought the basics. A couch, TV, Radio, fridge, washer, dryer, chairs, coffee tables, a few books shelves and books. And lamps of course.

Because she'd grown up hating the darkness and everything that lurked in it.

"Okay Naru-" Her former guardian said, the sound of his voice making her turn in her seat to look at him. "This is the last time we'll see each other unless something happens. But it shouldn't since Sauske and his brother are both behind bars. But here is everything that your parents left to you. Money, deeds to some land, a new ID."

She sighed tiredly. "What's my name this time?"

"Well to be cautious we changed your last name to Alixson."

"So I'll be Naru Alixson?" He nodded and she sighed again, a dull ache forming behind her eyes as she reached out and took the stuff from her former guardian. God today was going to be a pain in the ass. Just like every other time she'd moved.

But she took solace in the fact that this would be the last time.