Hey guys! Ummm...
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Eviction.
Hinata stood there staring at the pink paper on her door with 'EVICTION' in big, bold letters.
"No, no, no, this can't be happening," she ripped the paper off her door and started shaking it as if that would do anything. Under the bold letters were smaller ones that said, 'You have 1 week to get packed and leave.'
'How on earth am I going to be able to find a place to live in a week?' Hinata walked down the stairs to find her landlord's apartment. When she got to the door of her landlord's, she banged on it three times. When she heard no movement, she knocked three times again. When she heard no response again, she knocked repeatedly until she heard a voice.
She heard some stuff fall over with an expletive following.
"What!" her landlord barked.
"What is this?" Hinata demanded.
"Can you not read! It says eviction. E-vic-tion!"
Hinata folded her arms around her chest. "I mean, why do I have this? I've paid my rent for this month already."
"Well, Ms. Thing, every time you leave in the morning, some crazy guy comes over and terrorizes the other tenants. I keep getting complaints and I'm sick of it!"
"I'm getting kicked out because of some guy?"
"Yes! He said he knew you. Take your problems somewhere else!" said her landlord before slamming the door in Hinata's face. Hinata stood there staring at the door.
She got a hold of herself and walked up to her apartment of the next week. She got inside and balled into herself next to the door.
Beeeeeeep! Beeeeeeep! Beeee-
Hinata slammed her fist on her alarm clock. She was in a very pissy mood. A nice Hinata is a very nice Hinata, but an angry Hinata is a very angry Hinata.
Hinata stomped around in her apartment as she did her daily routine. She heard some knocking on her floor that wasn't hers. She scoffed and started stomping around even louder to piss her downstairs neighbors off some more.
When she left, she slammed the door as hard as she could. She stomped down the stairs as well. She got to her car, slammed that door also, and then sped off.
When she got to work, she didn't greet anyone. She didn't even try to seem nice. Except to Sasuke. That was her boss and she was a smart woman.
Angry, but smart.
The women towed in there excited and really annoying, but as soon as they got in there, they quickly stopped making so much noise. Hinata's glare could've scared a dinosaur. Hinata looked at the appointment sheet and read the first name.
"Yamamoto, Kyoko." A woman sheepishly waved her hand. She looked really scared. "I need you to fill this paper out," she said impatiently.
The woman hurriedly got up there and filled out the paper and went to Sasuke's office. Hinata turned back to the rest of the women and they immediately turned their heads to the ground.
After about 5 minutes of awkward silence the door opened. "Heeeey!" Miku yelled, then immediately slumped over. "Gooosh! Why do I feel this immediate depression? I think I'm gonna go home."
"Why are you here, Miku!" yelled Deidara.
"Now I remember why I came!" Miku yelled as she ran into Deidara's chest.
A loud, awkward silence went through the room. Even Miku didn't know what to say. "Am I the only person who feels depressed out of nowhere?" she questioned.
"Yeah. I don't even feel like pushing you off me and telling you to go away." Miku pouted at Deidara's words, but let it go soon afterward. As long as she was in his arms, she didn't care.
Sasuke's door opened and he walked out with the Kyoko woman. "I'll take care of it, okay?"
"Yeah," she bowed, took a glance at Hinata and walked away.
"Hinata, can I see you in my office?" he turned to the women in the lobby. "I'm sorry ladies. I have some business to attend to. I'll be with the next patient in a moment." He turned away and walked back to his office with Hinata in his stead. He stood at his door frame and let Hinata enter his room first. Once she took a seat, he closed the door and went around his desk and sat in his seat.
They sat there in silence as Sasuke studied Hinata and she stared at the ground, completely aware of his stare.
"What's wrong, Hinata? I just got a complaint that you were making costumers uncomfortable. You were frightening, in fact. There must be something wrong with you."
Hinata was still looking at the ground. She didn't look like she wanted to answer the question. "Hinata. I need you to tell me."
Hinata scuffed her shoe against the ground a few times before she looked up at him.
"I⦠I got evicted last night. My landlord is only giving me a week to move out. I don't know where I'm going to go."
"What about your cousin, Neji?"
"He lives too far away. Plus, I don't want to bother him."
"Do you have any friends you can live with?"
"I have one good friend, but she lives with her two brothers in a small house. There's not enough room for me there."
"Hmm." They sat there quietly as they thought. "Okay, we're done here. You may get back to work."
Hinata sat there dumbfounded, unsure of what was going on. She just told him about her being evicted, he thinks about it for a while, and then tells her to get back to work? 'What the hell?'
Hinata went back to her station looking sad instead of the angry face she had earlier. The women in the lobby relaxed a bit at the sight, but some of them were getting sad at Hinata's crestfallen face.
The day went by slowly. Every time she moved it felt like she was trying to go through sludge. She didn't even want to go to her next job. When she got to her next job, Suehiro (1), her manager asked what was wrong with her. She replied with a usual, "Nothing, I'm fine," and a forced smile.
After about an hour of trying to do her job, her manager, Kurenai, got a hold of Hinata and told her to go home for the day.
"But-but I don't need to go home! I need to work today!"
"No 'but'-s, Hinata. You're going home today." Before Hinata could protest again she said, "And don't worry! You'll get paid for a full day today. Okay?"
Hinata stared worriedly at then woman then submitted.
Hinata drove home quietly, with the cloud of self-pity still floating above her head.
When she opened her door, she came face-to-face with an empty room.
Just empty.
The only thing that was still there was her bed, but that came with the apartment. She went to her cabinets and anything that was in there was gone. Refrigerator ā empty. Bathroom ā empty. Everything that she brought to the house was GONE!
Hinata ran down to her grumpy, old lady, of a landlord and banged on the door until the woman opened the door with a not too happy landlord.
"WHAT!"
"Why is my apartment empty?"
"Some man came here saying that he was here to pick up your stuff. He had a U-Haul and everything, so I didn't think twice."
Hinata's eyes widened. "Was it that guy who had been harassing the other tenants?"
"No, you crazy banshee," said the woman as she pulled out a cigarettes and lit it. She took a long drag of it, then blew it in Hinata's face, which pissed her off as she waved it away. "It was a hot young man," she said, putting extra infancies on the 't' in hot.
Hinata scrunched her nose in thought of who it could be. She knew plenty of good looking men.
"Oh, yes. I remember," the woman turned around and went inside her house and came back with a sheet of paper. "The man told me to give this to you." The landlady gave her a paper with what looked like an address on it. "I almost forgot to give it to you."
Hinata looked at the sheet of paper a bit longer then ran to her car. "No 'thank you'? I hope that guy kidnaps you, you ungrateful, whore."
Hinata ignored the rude woman and opened her car door.
Hinata got to the house rather quickly, thanks to her handy-dandy GPS. She saw a U-Haul out front and a few tough looking men taking what looks like her stuff into a nice looking home. She parked and stomped angrily over to one of the burly men. "That's my stuff!" she cried. "Who lives here?" she asked as she got blank stares. The door was already opened so she didn't bother to knock.
"Hello?" she called, only to hear her echo. The house was so big. "Hello!"
"One second," came a deep, familiar voice.
'That voice sounds familiar... Why can't I remember whose voice that is?'
She heard footsteps on the stairs and saw the beautiful man that was Itachi. She stared slack-jawed at him. He was wearing nothing but a white robe that showed off his toned chest and it only went down to his knees so you could also see his toned legs.
"You-You're the one who took my stuff?"
Itachi let out a low chuckle. "No. My foolish, little brother did. He stepped out for a second. He should be back soon. While you wait, you should make yourself at home."
Hinata walked to the couch they had and sat there silently watching whatever was on the TV. Itachi had walked down the stairs and retrieved a water bottle from the fridge. "Would you like something to drink?" he called.
"Tea would be nice."
A few minutes later, Itachi came into the living room with a water bottle in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. They sat there quietly watching TV, but Hinata was barely paying attention to what happening. After a moment of thought she turned to Itachi. "Why is my stuff being brought here?"
"I already told you it was my brother."
"I mean why."
Itachi stared at the ceiling thoughtfully then turned back to her. "You'll have to ask my brother."
Hinata sighed in defeat, totally confused.
Suddenly, they heard a voice outside saying, "I'm not paying you guys to sit around. Get to work."
She heard some groans and the burly men from earlier where hauling in some more of her stuff. Sasuke was following closely after. "Oh, Hinata, you're here."
Hinata got up and walked to Sasuke a little peeved. "Why did you bring my stuff here, Sasuke?"
"Is it not obvious enough?" Hinata tapped her foot waiting for his reply. "You're living with us."
"What!"
'Dear Kami, why do you put me in the weirdest positions?'
Yeah. Not so sure why I wasn't super happy with that ending, but yeah. It got a little slow there. So weird. Anywho, for those of you who like My Lovely Stalker, I wouldn't hold your breath for the update. I've been writing it, mind you. It's just that what I've written is just utter crap! I hate it so much. So I've got writers' block really bad on it. Also, just a bit of sadness, I was just a victim of FLAMES! It killed me inside, but I'm getting over it slowly haha. It wasn't this story, it was one of my reject craptastic stories, but it still hurt. Anyway, I'm rambling.
(1) It's a real place, but I don't own it. I feel as if I should say that.
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