Okay, heres part two of my... Wonderful... Fic. Not that much happens here, just mainly a load of BS...
Later on the gang had walked Fuuko home, and left her there. She had told them that she wanted to be alone for awhile, forgetting that her aunt was waiting for her. She didn't forget for long.
"Fuuko! Where the hell have you been! Probably out with your friends when you should be at home morning!" Was the yelling that Fuuko heard coming from the kitchen when she closed the door. She slowly walked into the kitchen and saw her aunt sitting at the table glaring daggers at her. She was from her fathers side of the family, and dispised Fuukos mother. She was from a rich family in Tokyo, and was well mannered infront of others, but when she was alone, or with family like this, she was a real bitch. When ever she was over, she would preach to Fuuko's mother about raising a proper daughter, not a daft baka.
"Sorry Aunty." Fuuko muttered, looking straight at her aunts face, the same glare being thrown back at her.
"Well, nevermind that. Soon you would have forgotten about your friends, and your foolish ways." Her aunt muttered.
"What do you mean I'll soon forget about my friends, and foolish ways, may I ask Becky?" Becky was her aunts real name, it was American since her father was American. Fuukos father was Japanese, like his mother, but his father died and his mother re-married. That might explain some of the subborness in her. Fuuko always called her aunt Becky because she had in a way disowned her as an aunt. But when she was mad at her, Fuuko would call her Aunty.
"Oh, you know what I mean? When you turn into a proper real girl, you will be too busy with the cheerleading squad, and keeping your grades up."
"Okay, number one, my grades are all A, none of them below a 95. Number two, I'm not joining the slutleading squad, I'm happy being who I am, and there is nothing wrong with my friends. They have always been there for me. They were there for me today when they found out my parents were dead." Fuuko said in a dangerously calm voice. She wouldn't let this bitch see her cry, see her feelings. That would be too easy. That would give her too much pleasure.
"Hai hai, whatever. Tomorrow you are to come straight home from school and you are going to come shopping with me for some nice sun dressed. It is summer after all. But for now, I except you to go and get a good nights rest."
"I'll come home when I am ready to come home." Fuuko said with her voice low and even more dangerous. One thing people knew never to do to her was order her around.
"Right now, I'm going to go for a walk, don't except me home either." She grabbed her bag that Yanagi had given her with her school things and her school uniform in. She hadn't really been able to change out of her gym clothes. She walked out the door and slammed it shut. Becky just smiled, knowing that her niece had no where to go that would be her real home like the home she was occupying now.
Fuuko walked for an hour before she noticed that it had started to rain. She needed somewhere to go... Somewhere where she could stay for awhile and be alone. She sat down in the park and thought, the rain gently hitting her face and running down. She always loved the rain. It was always peaceful and safe. She leaned against the tree behind the bench and sighed. She was tired, although she had slept most the time during school, She was still tired. Slowly she drifted off to sleep in the park as the rain carried on splattering against her already we body.
"Hmm... Looks like some idiot decided to sleep in the middle of a park, wearing white shorts and a white shirt, in the rain. That seems smart." A young man mused to himself while approaching the figure. His soft purple hair was pasted down to his face from the rain, and his cloths stuck to his firm body.
"Fuuko..." He whispered to himself in slight shock. Why was she out here and not at home? The ninja picked up the young girl and started to think.
"Hmm...Her house is about 7 miles that way... But Kurei's mansion is 4 miles that way." Suddenly Fuuko's slim body started to shiver against the mans chest, and she started to cough softly.
"Mansion." He said to no one inperticullar as he started towards the mansion his boss, Kurai, owned.
Upon entering the mansion, Kurai meet his dear friend and his assassin.
"My friend, you are drenched. And you seem to have brought home a friend." Kurai said, a little amused at the ninja.
"It's Fuuko, I found her asleep in the park in the rain. I think shes sick. Think maybe she could stay here until tomorrow? Or atleast until she wakes up?"
"Raiha, she may stay as long as she likes. You know that. Theres an empty room right next to yours, maybe you would like to keep an eye on her until tomorrow?"
"Thank you Kurai."
"How was your mission...?"
"Completed."
"Did Neon tell you about her mission?"
"I haven't seen her. Who was she sent to assassin though? No one ever told me."
"Mr. Davis. Nothing to worry about though, she probably got the job done just as well as you." Kurai turned and walked away. Raiha started walking up the stairs to the empty room next to his. Fortunately, it was technically right next door to his. He opened the door and gently lay the shivering girl onto the bed. His gaze shifted from the girls face down to her chest. Raiha suddenly turned a slight crimson and looked away. She could wear some of his clothes... A shirt... And maybe some pants from Neon? Maybe if he went into her room quickly he could just get a pair of pants and maybe a shirt? He left the room and swiftly made his way to Neon's. Opening the door he peered in, thankfully she wasn't back yet. He ran to the chest of draws and started looking for it. He opened the first draw, and his face turned crimson again. All her underwear was in the first draw. Shutting the draw quickly he opened the next. The shirts. All of them looked too complex for him to actually put onto the sleeping girl though... And they also looked a bit uncomfortable... He closed the draw and went to the next. Tight short shorts. No. Then the next. Pants that all looked to be too tight.
"Damn! Doesn't she have any normal clothes?!" Raiha said angrily to himself.
"Look in the closet." A females voice said from behind him.
"The closet!" He said as though the idea had just struck him out of no where. He jumped over the bed and opened the closet.
"Right in the back, perhaps." The female voice said again.
"The back!" He repeated. There, in the very back corner of the closet was a pair of soft sweat pants. Then it hit him. The voice. Neon. Looking out from behind the closet door, he looked at the girl leaning against the door frame, watching him with amusement in her eyes.
"Um, Neon. Um, hi!" Raiha said as her started to back away from the girl.
"Kurai already told me about our little guest. Her parents are dead. And from the information I found about her aunt, I guess she deserves a little pity. So if you hurry up, I might forget about the fact that you were snooping around in my underwear draw." Neon smirked at the ninja as he regained his confidence.
"Wait... How did you know all that? About her parents and her aunt?" It made sense about why she was outside in the rain... Slight depression, and if Neon was going to show a little bit of pity to the girl because of her aunt, then waiting to be alone would also fit right in with this. Neon didn't answer his question, although her facial expression turned from a soft, kind, amused one, to a hard one without any pity. That was all he needed to know. She had either killed them on purpose, or they had been in the way of her mission. Either way, she didn't have much choice, what was done was done. He left the room with the pants in his hands. He knew how Fuuko felt, his parents were killed too when he was much younger. He walked to his room to get a shirt for the girl, although, all of his shirts would probably be a bit too big for the small slim Fuuko. Oh well. It would probably be better than one of Neon's tight shirts.
"Huh? Where...Am I? Raiha heard the slight mummbles from the other room as he opened the door and entered.
"Your at Kurei's mansion, Fuuko-sama."
Fuuko looked at the purple ninja who had just entered the room with the clothes.
"If you would like, I brought you some clean, dry clothes. If your strength is good enough, you might want to put them on, if not, then I will have to help you put them on. And I will not hesitate to do so, you are sick as it is and I don't want you to get any sicker."
"Can't I just sleep?" Fuuko asked with a groan. Raiha snickered at her as he helped her up.
"You can, as soon as you get these clothes on."
Fuuko pushed him away from her as hard as she could, causing Raiha to stumble a few feet away, mainly out of surprise.
"I can stand on my own." Fuuko said, but then all of a sudden, she started to get dizzy and started to fall forward. Raiha caught her and held her close against his chest. Unfortunately he had gotten changed into some dry clothes and her wet clothes were getting his clothes all wet again.
"Uh-huh. Maybe I should help you?" Fuuko just groaned and was unconscious again. Raiha took that as a "sure go ahead" groan and he placed her back onto the bed, leaning her back against the bed post. He pulled off her shirt and once again, he blushed. Quickly he shoved on one of his plain black shirts, accidentally putting it on backwards, then putting it on the right way. The he pulled off her wet shoes and socks and pants, pulling on the pair of sweat pants Neon had given him. She looked a slight mess, the clothes didn't exactly match her... Or each other in that fact. But it was all he had at the moment. He lay her back in the bed and covered her in the soft blankets. She was still shivering, but her forehead was hot. She had a fever, and would probably have to stay there a couple days. Raiha looked down at the sleeping form, and sighed longingly at her beauty. She looked even more feminie while she was asleep. He pulled up a big chair that was in the room, moving it towards the bed. He covered himself in a blanket and watched his sleeping beauty all night.
Later on the gang had walked Fuuko home, and left her there. She had told them that she wanted to be alone for awhile, forgetting that her aunt was waiting for her. She didn't forget for long.
"Fuuko! Where the hell have you been! Probably out with your friends when you should be at home morning!" Was the yelling that Fuuko heard coming from the kitchen when she closed the door. She slowly walked into the kitchen and saw her aunt sitting at the table glaring daggers at her. She was from her fathers side of the family, and dispised Fuukos mother. She was from a rich family in Tokyo, and was well mannered infront of others, but when she was alone, or with family like this, she was a real bitch. When ever she was over, she would preach to Fuuko's mother about raising a proper daughter, not a daft baka.
"Sorry Aunty." Fuuko muttered, looking straight at her aunts face, the same glare being thrown back at her.
"Well, nevermind that. Soon you would have forgotten about your friends, and your foolish ways." Her aunt muttered.
"What do you mean I'll soon forget about my friends, and foolish ways, may I ask Becky?" Becky was her aunts real name, it was American since her father was American. Fuukos father was Japanese, like his mother, but his father died and his mother re-married. That might explain some of the subborness in her. Fuuko always called her aunt Becky because she had in a way disowned her as an aunt. But when she was mad at her, Fuuko would call her Aunty.
"Oh, you know what I mean? When you turn into a proper real girl, you will be too busy with the cheerleading squad, and keeping your grades up."
"Okay, number one, my grades are all A, none of them below a 95. Number two, I'm not joining the slutleading squad, I'm happy being who I am, and there is nothing wrong with my friends. They have always been there for me. They were there for me today when they found out my parents were dead." Fuuko said in a dangerously calm voice. She wouldn't let this bitch see her cry, see her feelings. That would be too easy. That would give her too much pleasure.
"Hai hai, whatever. Tomorrow you are to come straight home from school and you are going to come shopping with me for some nice sun dressed. It is summer after all. But for now, I except you to go and get a good nights rest."
"I'll come home when I am ready to come home." Fuuko said with her voice low and even more dangerous. One thing people knew never to do to her was order her around.
"Right now, I'm going to go for a walk, don't except me home either." She grabbed her bag that Yanagi had given her with her school things and her school uniform in. She hadn't really been able to change out of her gym clothes. She walked out the door and slammed it shut. Becky just smiled, knowing that her niece had no where to go that would be her real home like the home she was occupying now.
Fuuko walked for an hour before she noticed that it had started to rain. She needed somewhere to go... Somewhere where she could stay for awhile and be alone. She sat down in the park and thought, the rain gently hitting her face and running down. She always loved the rain. It was always peaceful and safe. She leaned against the tree behind the bench and sighed. She was tired, although she had slept most the time during school, She was still tired. Slowly she drifted off to sleep in the park as the rain carried on splattering against her already we body.
"Hmm... Looks like some idiot decided to sleep in the middle of a park, wearing white shorts and a white shirt, in the rain. That seems smart." A young man mused to himself while approaching the figure. His soft purple hair was pasted down to his face from the rain, and his cloths stuck to his firm body.
"Fuuko..." He whispered to himself in slight shock. Why was she out here and not at home? The ninja picked up the young girl and started to think.
"Hmm...Her house is about 7 miles that way... But Kurei's mansion is 4 miles that way." Suddenly Fuuko's slim body started to shiver against the mans chest, and she started to cough softly.
"Mansion." He said to no one inperticullar as he started towards the mansion his boss, Kurai, owned.
Upon entering the mansion, Kurai meet his dear friend and his assassin.
"My friend, you are drenched. And you seem to have brought home a friend." Kurai said, a little amused at the ninja.
"It's Fuuko, I found her asleep in the park in the rain. I think shes sick. Think maybe she could stay here until tomorrow? Or atleast until she wakes up?"
"Raiha, she may stay as long as she likes. You know that. Theres an empty room right next to yours, maybe you would like to keep an eye on her until tomorrow?"
"Thank you Kurai."
"How was your mission...?"
"Completed."
"Did Neon tell you about her mission?"
"I haven't seen her. Who was she sent to assassin though? No one ever told me."
"Mr. Davis. Nothing to worry about though, she probably got the job done just as well as you." Kurai turned and walked away. Raiha started walking up the stairs to the empty room next to his. Fortunately, it was technically right next door to his. He opened the door and gently lay the shivering girl onto the bed. His gaze shifted from the girls face down to her chest. Raiha suddenly turned a slight crimson and looked away. She could wear some of his clothes... A shirt... And maybe some pants from Neon? Maybe if he went into her room quickly he could just get a pair of pants and maybe a shirt? He left the room and swiftly made his way to Neon's. Opening the door he peered in, thankfully she wasn't back yet. He ran to the chest of draws and started looking for it. He opened the first draw, and his face turned crimson again. All her underwear was in the first draw. Shutting the draw quickly he opened the next. The shirts. All of them looked too complex for him to actually put onto the sleeping girl though... And they also looked a bit uncomfortable... He closed the draw and went to the next. Tight short shorts. No. Then the next. Pants that all looked to be too tight.
"Damn! Doesn't she have any normal clothes?!" Raiha said angrily to himself.
"Look in the closet." A females voice said from behind him.
"The closet!" He said as though the idea had just struck him out of no where. He jumped over the bed and opened the closet.
"Right in the back, perhaps." The female voice said again.
"The back!" He repeated. There, in the very back corner of the closet was a pair of soft sweat pants. Then it hit him. The voice. Neon. Looking out from behind the closet door, he looked at the girl leaning against the door frame, watching him with amusement in her eyes.
"Um, Neon. Um, hi!" Raiha said as her started to back away from the girl.
"Kurai already told me about our little guest. Her parents are dead. And from the information I found about her aunt, I guess she deserves a little pity. So if you hurry up, I might forget about the fact that you were snooping around in my underwear draw." Neon smirked at the ninja as he regained his confidence.
"Wait... How did you know all that? About her parents and her aunt?" It made sense about why she was outside in the rain... Slight depression, and if Neon was going to show a little bit of pity to the girl because of her aunt, then waiting to be alone would also fit right in with this. Neon didn't answer his question, although her facial expression turned from a soft, kind, amused one, to a hard one without any pity. That was all he needed to know. She had either killed them on purpose, or they had been in the way of her mission. Either way, she didn't have much choice, what was done was done. He left the room with the pants in his hands. He knew how Fuuko felt, his parents were killed too when he was much younger. He walked to his room to get a shirt for the girl, although, all of his shirts would probably be a bit too big for the small slim Fuuko. Oh well. It would probably be better than one of Neon's tight shirts.
"Huh? Where...Am I? Raiha heard the slight mummbles from the other room as he opened the door and entered.
"Your at Kurei's mansion, Fuuko-sama."
Fuuko looked at the purple ninja who had just entered the room with the clothes.
"If you would like, I brought you some clean, dry clothes. If your strength is good enough, you might want to put them on, if not, then I will have to help you put them on. And I will not hesitate to do so, you are sick as it is and I don't want you to get any sicker."
"Can't I just sleep?" Fuuko asked with a groan. Raiha snickered at her as he helped her up.
"You can, as soon as you get these clothes on."
Fuuko pushed him away from her as hard as she could, causing Raiha to stumble a few feet away, mainly out of surprise.
"I can stand on my own." Fuuko said, but then all of a sudden, she started to get dizzy and started to fall forward. Raiha caught her and held her close against his chest. Unfortunately he had gotten changed into some dry clothes and her wet clothes were getting his clothes all wet again.
"Uh-huh. Maybe I should help you?" Fuuko just groaned and was unconscious again. Raiha took that as a "sure go ahead" groan and he placed her back onto the bed, leaning her back against the bed post. He pulled off her shirt and once again, he blushed. Quickly he shoved on one of his plain black shirts, accidentally putting it on backwards, then putting it on the right way. The he pulled off her wet shoes and socks and pants, pulling on the pair of sweat pants Neon had given him. She looked a slight mess, the clothes didn't exactly match her... Or each other in that fact. But it was all he had at the moment. He lay her back in the bed and covered her in the soft blankets. She was still shivering, but her forehead was hot. She had a fever, and would probably have to stay there a couple days. Raiha looked down at the sleeping form, and sighed longingly at her beauty. She looked even more feminie while she was asleep. He pulled up a big chair that was in the room, moving it towards the bed. He covered himself in a blanket and watched his sleeping beauty all night.
