"Ah, Fuya, what would you like?"
"Anything really," I answered, then adding a lie "I have to go back to the orphanage quickly, do you have something I can eat on the way?
"How about some fried noodles?"
I nodded vigorously "Thank you!"
"Fuya!" someone called. I looked back to see Naruto, alive and joyful. "Want me to treat you to ramen?"
"Not today, Tenuchi's cooking up something for me. I have to go back to the orphanage…"
"Enjoy!" the shop owner smiled. I took the plastic bowl that was wrapped up carefully and thanked him once more with a bow, promising I would spend more time with him. Did I really look like his daughter, or at least my eyes? I walked along the street passing glances at different shops selling clothes, weapons for ninja's. Maybe I would visit them sometimes. I always felt something was missing; hopefully it could jog my memory. Everywhere, people walked desolate, probably also feeling a part of them was missing, a person that use to be by them. It was the same here, only I couldn't remember what was really missing…
"I am so hungry!" Hidan exclaimed hurrying to my side and digging into the food "This doesn't taste too bad,"
I stayed, the inner melancholy growling at my heart as I sat down next to him. I missed my family, even though I didn't know who they were, or if they're dead. It was likely, or they would have looked for me… I knew a large part of me, the majority of me had gone. Nothing to remind me of what I once had, yet not cherished. I was hollow, so painfully hollow, empty, desolate. Like a single person that had no one to speak to in the world, because they were all dead. I buried my head under my arms and sighed.
"Want some?" Hidan asked, nudging me.
I looked up tiredly. I only took a handful and chewed on it thoughtfully. It was good but tasted like plastic when I was in this depressed state. People think not remembering the death of family is lucky, so they can deny it happened. But to me, it was so much worse. It was futile arguing the sky was green and the earth was bright blue to a non-color blind person. Stupid and pointless. But playing 'happy' was the worst of the worst. It was betraying your emotions and pretending to be something you're not, and never will be. It made me feel like a monster, inside and out. It made me confused about who I was, when I didn't even have a clue about my identity at the beginning. (Confusing) When Hidan had finished I headed back to the orphanage with him at my side. He complained all the time but I ignored him plainly. I had more important things than answer to an idiot.
"Climb though that window, and be careful no one sees you!" I ordered before heading to the front as a distraction, hopefully.
I opened the door, walking in to find them once again doing their own things. I walked over to a large crowd. "What are you doing?"
"Huh? Watching TV, it's finally break time. We were like forced to study while you went out," someone random that had bothered to tear their eyes from the screen answered. Looks like it was distracting most of the people, and Hidan was no where in sight. I climbed the stairs and opened the door to my room, slipping in and closed it quickly. I opened my mouth and gasped when I found Hidan lying on my bed. "Get off, now!"
"I'm not you're dog b****, I can do what I want," he retorted, but that was unacceptable.
"You are getting DIRT, and god knows what on my CLEAN bed! Go have a shower or something!" I explained, or rather yelled at him as I signaled in the direction of the joining bathroom. All my depression had disappeared, replace by frustration, maybe I'll do this more often.
"Fine…" he growled.
I smoothed out the sheets, noticing my 'stress' for cleanness. Was this yet another clue to my past, was I really that much of a neat freak? The shower came on, and the sound of dripping water echoed behind the door. I hope he doesn't use too much water… then it'll be suspicious. I surveyed my room, almost like if I was checking if Hidan had somehow messed up something else in my short absence. The cheap drawer and wardrobe that were painted a dull cream; and a small desk to write on. On it were several pieces of stationary and a few bits of lined paper. And a bench at the side. All were neat and in order.
"That felt good," Hidan sighed, still in his 'Akatsuki' cloak, ruffling his wet hair. Only faint scars were visible from his pale skin which had remained a ghostly white.
"Is your skin always like that?" I asked.
"What?"
"Your skin is so pale,"
"Yeah, born like this. You have something f***ing against it?" his lavender colored eyes narrowed as he snarled.
I shook my head, telling him my certain answer. He grabbed at his chest, but alarmed eyes looked at me. "Where the f*** is my pendant?!"
I was confused "What pendant?"
"C***, it must me in the ground! Gotta find it!"
"No, do that tomorrow!"
"Jashin's gonna crucifix me if I loose it! I haven't prayed or sacrificed anything for ages!"
I raised my voice "I don't care about you praying but you don't sacrifice ANYTHING here! I'll go look for it tomorrow. You just stay here!"
He grumbled under his breath, but it was all sorted.
"I am not sleeping on the floor," he argues for the thousandth time.
"And you're definitely NOT sleeping on the bed. It's a single!" I muttered tiredly. I wanted a good sleep to help him look for the stupid pendant. Yet he complains more. Thankfully I didn't have any training, as Kurenai insisted I rest for a day.
"You f***ing kidding me,"
"No," I muttered, spreading a thin sheet over the bench "You can sleep here, or in the bath tub, I don't care. Just not on the bed,"
He wanted to whine but decided it wasn't worth it "You better hope I don't wake up and choke you…"
"You wouldn't," I answered care freely "Then Jashin would punish you,"
I felt a light tap on my shoulder and bolted upright. It was still pretty dark. "What time is it?"
"5:30, and you come with me to find it,"
I wanted to shift back into bed. The sun only shone rare rays of light, and Hidan was more like a blurred shadow. "I want to sleep,"
"No, you f***ing won't b****," he growled. I felt strong hands tow me out of bed, throwing clothes from my wardrobe at me randomly. "Get dressed and let's go!"
"Ok, you look over there," he commanded.
I obeyed, but found it unfair "Who made you boss?"
He ignored my challenge, and set his attention on the discovery of his prized item. I looked behind a bush, flicked pieces of stone over and checked. Nothing of the description appeared, although something else certainly did. "Hey, look at this!"
He quickly appeared over my shoulder "I found you!" He pulled it out of the shrubbery, and examined the three bladed scythe carefully.
"So we don't have to look for the other thing?"
"Of course you have to, keep looking!"
I sighed "Well you're not bringing that thing back with you!"
I walked on the streets, and the ramen shop was my first stop. I had only had meager bites before being dragged to a cold forest. So when I sent him back I was starving.
"Ah, come in!" Tenuchi smiled.
"Hi, I was wondering if you could teach me to make ramen?"
"Not today, how about tomorrow after your training?" he commented "But now I'd like you to try this new recipe,"
He served up a normal looking bowl, except it was filled with prettily carved decorations. It took out my chopsticks, and dug into the hot soup.
"Mmm, this is really nice," I smiled, tasting the sourness of pickled bamboo, and the spicy red chillies. "But wouldn't Naruto be better at telling you about this?"
"Ah, he's on a mission, won't be back for a while,"
I knew it, after all why would I be asked to taste test this. So Naruto was away… "Well, I have to go. This was really wonderful,"
