Hooguro arrived at the apartment much earlier the next morning than he had planned on. Then again, he didn't exactly mind getting up early in the morning. Naki, on the other hand, was a late sleeper and would probably not arrive for another hour or so.
That morning, the tall blonde ghoul had gathered his few belongings and stuffed them into a black duffle bag. He had opted to walk to the apartment instead of catching a cab, and now, still shivering from the walk, deeply regretted it.
Happy to be in the heated apartment, Hooguro flung his bag onto the mattress and decided to pull out his things. He took out his clothes, which consisted of a few pairs of jeans, t-shirts, a few dress shirts, a black pair of slacks, his white suit, his mask, sweats, gloves, a scarf or two, and basic necessities such as underwear. He pulled out his toiletries and few personal knick knacks. He untangled his headphone's chord and his charging chord that he pulled out of a smaller pocket of the bag, and then proceeded to plug his phone in into the outlet beside the bed.
Picking up his bag of toiletries, Hooguro headed through the walk in closet into the bathroom. "Odd design," he muttered to himself.
Too lazy to unpack his things, the blond ghoul just stuffed the bag into the top drawer of the sink. He looked into the mirror and frowned. His straight blond hair was in need of a trim, and the face paint over his right eye was smudged. Hooguro sighed; usually he didn't care how he looked, but he figured he might as well make an effort if he was going to be going shopping with Naki.
The slim ghoul looked over his outfit with a distasteful look. He hadn't been worried this morning wether he looked good or not; he just wanted to stay warm. He trudged out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom and examined the clothes he had pulled out. After a few seconds of thought, he grabbed a black button up and black pants. He dressed quickly and then slid on his black leather fingerless gloves. Hooguro was just about to return to the bathroom to run a comb through his hair when he was startled by a sudden knock on the door. He smiled and opened the door, but was surprised by who stood there.
It was the young female ghoul that lived across the way from him. She was a beautiful young woman, with her brown hair arranged as a bob with bangs pushed to the right side of her face. She wore a plain white button up and a long navy blue skirt. Her chocolate colored eyes sparkled, and she smiled shyly. In her small hands she held two small cups of coffee.
"Hello," she said, voice bashful. "I'm Fueguchi Hinami, your neighbor."
Hooguro raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Yeah, um, hi."
"Sorry," she said immediately. "I just thought maybe we should get to know each other and stuff, because we're living next to each other and stuff, and I-I um, brought you some coffee."
The blond ghoul looked down at the steaming brown liquid in the girl's hand. "Come in."
Hinami smiled and happily walked into his room, then stared questioningly at the clothes strewn on his bed.
"Sorry," Hooguro said, awkwardly shoving his underwear and other clothing articles back in his bag. "Just unpacking. Um, we can talk in the kitchen if you want."
Hinami nodded and the two ghouls walked into the small kitchen that was on the left of the bedroom. The brown haired girl handed Hooguro his coffee and then set her own on the small, dusty counter.
"These rooms are really poorly designed," Hinami laughed nervously. "Door opens up right to the bedroom."
"Yeah," Hooguro said, awkwardly rubbing the back of neck. "That's kinda awkward."
"So," Hinami asked, taking a sip of coffee. "What did you do before this?"
"Well," said Hooguro, feeling a bit more relaxed. "I was part of Aogiri and all."
Hinami frowned. "Me too. I don't really remember you."
"I was part of one of the gangs. I'm one of Naki's underlings. You remember the White Suits?"
"Oh," Hinami said, smiling and nodding. "I remember them. But what did you do outside Aogiri? Like, a job? Or did you just work for Aogiri?"
"Oh," Hooguro said, unsure how to explain his profession to this innocent seeming girl. "Well, I guess you would call me a hitman."
"A hitman?"
"Ghouls would pay me to kill other ghouls. An assassin in other words."
Hinami flinched. "L-like for food?"
"Nope," Hooguro said, taking a gulp of coffee.
The young woman's eyes widened. "What for then?"
The blond ghoul chuckled at Hindi's reaction. "You're pretty innocent for someone who was in Aogiri. I didn't ask why."
Hinami gripped her coffee cup tightly and stared down at the drink. "That's sad."
Hooguro shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it is. But it brought in money."
"I couldn't do that," she said quietly, voice broken.
Hooguro blinked. "Why not?"
"I don't like killing," she said, eyes a bit watery. "My father died when I was thirteen, and I watched my mother die in front of me not long after."
"So? A lot of ghouls have."
The young ghoul's lip trembled. "I-I'll be on my way now. I can see myself out."
Wiping her glistening eyes, the brown haired ghoul hurried out of the kitchen.
"Shit," Hooguro muttered, slamming his coffee cup down and chasing after his new neighbor. "Hinami, wait!"
The blond ghoul reached the hallway as soon as Hinami slammed the door to her room. He let out a sigh, disappointed in himself for making his new neighbor cry upon their first introductions. Yes, he would admit to himself that maybe he had been a bit harsh, but it was the truth.
"What the hell did you do?" a male voice snapped harshly. "She's sensitive you know."
Hooguro's heart sank to see Ayato observing him from where he stood in his doorway. The young ghoul's navy blue hair was wild, and he wore a black jacket, black jeans, and no shoes. There were bags under his blue eyes, and he wore an angry expression on his face.
"I'm sorry," Hooguro scowled. "I didn't know she would react like that."
"Well maybe!" Ayato yelled. "You should be more careful!"
"Ayato!" a third person snapped. "Stop yelling at him!"
Naki stood at the end of the hall, dressed in a blue dress shirt and black dress pants, with his hair flawlessly slicked back and his eyeshadow applied perfectly. In his right hand he carried a black suitcase. He strolled over to Ayato, Hooguro staring blankly at him.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do!" Ayato spat, seething.
"Shut up, short shit," Naki snarled, blowing past the eighteen year old ghoul. He stopped in front of Hooguro. "Just gotta go put some stuffs away, then I be ready. Okay?"
Hooguro nodded, mouth dry. "Okay."
The shorter blond ghoul walked away down the hallway, and then made a left at the end towards the staircase. Hooguro, not in the mood to deal with the younger Kirishima sibling, shot the blue haired man a glare and then retreated into his room, slamming the door behind him. With that, he shoved the things on his bag back into his suitcase and laid down on the mattress, deciding he would rest his eyes until Naki was ready to leave.
