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"I could really get used to a view like this." Kuroha commented, letting the midnight wind blow through his hair carelessly. You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him.

"That's nice, but can we get down from this skyscraper now?!" You backed away from the edge as quickly as you could, wiping your sweaty hands against your jeans. Kuroha laughed at your fear of heights.

"Come now! You suggested a night out in town, and it's all about enjoying ourselves!" His scarf swung around in the wind, looking like a kite string almost. You shook your head and swallowed hard. You hated heights. Hate them! You didn't understand how people enjoyed being miles above ground. It made you sick!

"When I said enjoy ourselves, I didn't mean jump from rooftop to rooftop!" You screamed, sitting down to keep your world from spinning. You legitimately thought that you were going to faint.

"You amuse me so much. Alright, let's go." Holding out his hand, you carefully took it and Kuroha scooped you up into his arms. Grinning, he backed up and dashed towards the edge of the skyscraper and leaped off with a gravity defying force. You screamed as you tried not to look at the great distance away from you and the ground that was quickly approaching you. "Hold on tight, Master!"

Two months had somehow passed and you had got some progress with Kuroha. You've grown on a mutual level of understanding and the fights that occurred between the both of you diminished over time. Oh, don't think for a minute that you were close to him. He was still as secretive and sly as ever. He still showed signs of resentment and distrust. You didn't blame him, though, after what he's been through. Though, moments like these seemed to make you really glad about being besides him and helping through the hardships.

Now you're starting to sound like a soap opera.

Your scream broke through your thoughts like a hope bullet as Kuroha landed on a nearby building forcefully. His landing caused a few cracks to form on the surface. You heard him groan in an annoyed fashion. You took deep breaths of air while Kuroha kept walking slowly to the edge of the building.

"Will you be silent?! Do you want to cause the entire world to look at us, woman?!" With another burst of energy, he leaped onto a smaller store's roof. You buried your screams into his shoulders and closed your eyes tightly. He landed once more, yet this time he halted his advances. "You act like you've never jumped off a building before."

"BECAUSE I HAVEN'T!" You yelled as the wind whipped around both of your faces sharply. "Especially from 50 feet in the air!"

Kuroha glanced back up at the massive structure you both descended from. "That looks much higher than 50 feet. Say, 70?"

"Please stop talking, I think I'm going to puke."

"If you vomit on me, I'm chucking you over this building." Kuroha sat you down from his grasp and then settled besides you. He dug into his pant's back pocket and pulled out a hand full of bills. "And I can pay for your funeral with this."

Your eyes widened. "Where the heck did you get that?!"

"When you yelled at me to get a job a few weeks back, supposedly sarcastic in nature, I decided to actually produce a few funds for my own personal needs. I bet I have around 50 here..." He muttered the last part and started flipping through the bills casually.

"You got a job?! Doing what?" You asked, scared to know what Kuroha has been doing behind your back. Surely he was doing some sort of illegal activity! The only non-illegal thing you could think of him doing was being a bartender, and even then, you knew that he would cram a wine glass down a man's throat when he felt like it. Which, as a matter of fact, was pretty much always.

"I wouldn't call it job. I was only there for a week. But, I will say that it taught me some... valuable life lessons." He stared off of the building to the traffic down below with a grim expression. His scarf once again fluttered in the wind as another violent burst of the breeze slammed into both of your faces. You had to pull up your hood up to prevent frostbite or something else from hurting you.

"Were you a hitman?"

"Not in the slightest." Kuroha's scarf was suddenly ripped off of him and flew away from the building's reach. "Dammit!" Jumping out, he grabbed it and for a minute, it looked like he levitated in the air, then Kuroha plunged straight down into the road with the rest of civilization. You screamed out his name and didn't dare to look as you heard car horns and sounds of brakes screeching against the road. You heard people's exclaims of shock and confusion and slapped your hand over your head. Then, you heard a giant chorus of outcry and Kuroha jumped back on top of the roof with his scarf wrapped around his neck. You noticed that he was gripping his hand tightly. Did he jump in front of a car?

"Oh my gosh, Kuroha? Are you alright?!" You slowly got up to help him. He charged at you and scooped you back up into his arms. Kuroha tugged your hood over your eyes so you couldn't see anything and began jumping over buildings without hesitation now. You held onto his sides tightly and didn't scream at all this time.

"You know, Master? I agree with you for once. I'm not up for being famous."

"It was too late for your opinion on that a long time ago!" You yelled as you heard more car honking. You could only trust your imagination to lead you on to believing that more people had spotted you. Would this make it on the news? Yes. Somehow, just somehow, you no longer cared about the news. You didn't care about people seeing Kuroha. You didn't care about standing in front of millions with him by your side. You didn't know why. You just didn't.

You took off your hood and gazed at the flying scenery below you. You didn't feel scared anymore. In fact, a rush of excitement flooded through you. Kuroha looked down at you and pulled it back over your head.

"Don't do that! You can't let them see you! I don't want them hounding after my life source! Then we're both in deep shit!" You felt the thud of the impact as Kuroha jumped on top of a moving public bus. He managed to keep his balance on the moving vehicle. His boots clanked against the surface, and he walked to the edge and jumped off near a street lamp on the side of the road. Luckily, there were no witnesses. Kuroha once more sat you down.

"I won't lie... that was actually... kinda cool of you." You made out, holding onto the post tightly. You swore as the ground kept shaking. You would get used to this. Hopefully. Surely. Maybe. Okay, nope.

"Hmph. You humans say that about anything out of the ordinary." Kuroha put his hands in his pocket and strutted away from you. "You coming or what?!"

"Yeah.. maybe..." You stumbled after him as you both made your way through the dark neighborhood. This kinda felt like a scene out of a 1900's movie. Hah, what a great simile. Your life right now was practically right out of a movie as of two months ago. But, it was a good kind of movie. What will the ending be? Who knows. That's all in good time. But for right now, you wanted to enjoy the climax together with your life changer: Kuroha.

"So."

"So." He repeated, glancing to and fro in front of him. More on the edge, you noticed.

"What are we going to do this time?"

"Not sure. Best to lay low and make everyone think that this was all a dream." Your walking was now in sync with him.

"I'm not sure anyone's going to drop this. Especially the public. But I'm sure we'll do something."

"Like what?!" Kuroha huffed. "Get your brother to testify that it was Freddy Fazbear instead?!"

You paused. "How did you-"

"Internet." You both walked once more in silence, and you picked through your words carefully. Well, knowing your brother, he probably would make a good enough thesis that would make a economically correct college student believe in. Approaching your house, Kuroha helped you into your back door and sneak up the stairs past your parents. Entering your room, you collapsed on your bed and exhaled, thinking back to all the events that happened earlier. Kuroha sat down in your office chair, spinning around slowly.

"Kuroha, if you don't mind me asking, what job DID you get into?" Kuroha looked over to you and smiled in a way that made you shiver.

"Well, Master, it just so happens to be..."


You yawned as you slowly walked towards the kitchen the next morning. You rubbed your eyes and blinked, noticing the mouth-watering scent of food. You smiled at the thought of your Mom making you some pancakes. You hadn't had pancakes in a very long time. Looking outside, you noticed that it was a bright and sunny day. You hadn't seen one of those in a long time. You opened the window and listened to a bird chirping outside. A calm, soothing breeze blew in. The curtains blew into your face and you swatted them away.

"Food." You simply said, listening to your stomach growl. You made your way to the kitchen as you heard a masculine voice hum a familiar tune. Your mouth dropped open to say something, but no sound came out. You shut your jaw and peaked into the kitchen to see KUROHA in an apron flipping pancakes cheerfully. You slapped your hand over your mouth as you suppressed your laughter.

Kuroha turned to you with a surprisingly relaxed expression. "'Bout time you woke up. Since your parents are gone, I decided to fiddle with the kitchen for a while. Said something about Andrew's band practice."

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you were serious about getting hired at a bakery for a week." You shook your head and sat at the table as he turned around and carried over a tray of cookies with white icing on them with brown shavings that looked like chocolate as the toppings. You couldn't help to admire his apron which proudly boasted "Kill The Consumer" on it. Now you felt slightly worried about his cooking. You reached out to grab one and he slapped your hand away.

"Don't eat these. Have this one." He handed you a plain one and you stared at it and back to the ones on the tray.

"What's wrong with those?" You asked. Kuroha put his spatula down and passed you a tray of pancakes. He handed you a bottle of syrup and you applied as much as you wanted onto them.

"These? They're not for you. That's what."

You narrowed your eyes. "That sounds suspicious."

"Everything I do is suspicious, woman!" He turned off the stove and leaned against the counter. "Can't I get a break for once?!"

"Nah. So, did the news travel fast?" Kuroha glanced over to a newspaper by the stove and slung it at you. He pointed at a column at the near bottom. You picked it up and began reading. "Oh, no. Says here that some mysterious, humanoid figure caused a wreak and then defied gravity by inhumanely leaping into the air and then dashed off with something large it it's grasp. Nice to know what their thoughts on my weight are."

Kuroha drummed his fingers against the counter. "Nice to know that they agree on me not being human. Laying low is definitely my best option for right now. I don't want the weeaboos to find me."

"Internet, huh?" You said, finishing eating the pancakes. You had to admit, they were better than your mothers. Kuroha nodded and passed you a napkin. He bent over to get something and you sneaked one of his frosted cookies off of the platter. You took a tiny bite off of it and smiled at how delicious it tasted. Kuroha got back up with some more cooking utensils and noticed one of the cookies was missing from the tray. He looked over to you with wide eyes and dropped the pot that he held. He stormed over to you.

"Spit it out! Spit it out!" He demanded, knocking the cookie from your mouth. You were extremely frightened.

"W-What did you put in these?!" You screamed, spitting them out. You brushed your mouth with the napkin.

"Not in, ON. The chocolate shavings were laxatives!"

"OH MY GOD. LAXATIVES?!" You ran to the sink and began trying to wash off your tongue. Kuroha stormed besides you and shoved your head under the sink. You screamed and gagged as the water poured on your head.

"THROW IT UP! I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT THE FUCKING COOKIES!" He yelled. You kicked him in the leg as hard as you could and pulled away from him. Kuroha fell to the ground and you ran to the trash can and vomited. Kuroha got up and began mopping up the water drips in the floor as you kept throwing up.

"Why would you put laxatives on cookies?!" You screamed once you were finished, but you still lingered over the trash can. Kuroha kept scrubbing with both of his hands. He didn't bother to look at you.

"A couple of weeks back, a bunch of high schoolers called me a couple of mocking titles, so this is my little thank you present to them. That's all I'm saying." He stood back up and wiped his forehead. "I stole the laxatives from a nearby house."

"They were high schoolers! High schoolers!" You said, brushing the access junk from your mouth.

"And what if they were? Age has nothing to do with pure disgrace! If no one is going to teach them a thing or two about their rotten ways, then I certainly will! And I'll make sure to get them HARD." He began scrubbing faster and tore the towel in half. "FUCK."

You hesitated to talk as Kuroha slung the tattered remains across the room. "I didn't know that they made you upset."

"It's fine. It's.. fine. It was a moment of a rash reaction. Just help me get rid of these before anyone else tries to eat them." You nodded and took the tray and dumped them into the trash. Kuroha walked back up to you and tightened his small pony tail hold. He took the tray from you and put in in the dishwasher.

"I think that's enough home economics for now."


I LAUGHED SO MUCH AT THE LAXATIVES PART YOU HAVE NO IDEA.