Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form own "Naruto," the creator and founder of Naruto is Masashi Kishimoto. Dude, your awesome! Where would we be without Naruto? LOL
Property: I only own the OC character "Aaron Shiratori" and future OC characters in my story "Side of a Bullet."
Chapter 3: Behind Closed Doors and Misplaced Chocolate
Aaron sighed annoyed and relieved after Baasu's departure, placing the kunai back in the display case then picking and setting her chair right again before sitting down, crossing her arms on the counter and banging her head on it.
"This day just gets better and better," she said sarcastically, banging her head again in frustration.
She was still wet, had to deal with a mob boss's two-timing errand boy, and later, she was going rid herself of Lotaimasu and his lackeys, including Baasu. She really didn't want to fight. She chuckled at the irony of it, "How ironic, a weaponries blacksmith that doesn't want to fight," she thought to herself. But enough was enough; and if she was going to fully restock her fridge upstairs, again, she needed to deal with the problem.
"Speaking of problems, I need to get out of these wet clothes. I'm leaving puddles everywhere in here; not the best way to reopen a shop after I'm done with Lotaimasu, of course." She thought getting up from her seat and passing through a torn cloth hanging in the doorframe behind the counter, concealing a staircase leading up to the second story of the building, also, know as her home.
She opened the green chirped painted door at the top of the stairs, entering then kicking it back closed with her heel before turning on the dim and static lighting.
Aaron stood in the living/kitchen room of her home, consisting of dirty and cracked hardwood floors throughout the house. The only carpet there was a throw rug under the lumpy plaid couch and center table. There was no TV; the only entertainment in the room was a bookshelf filled with various subjects of literature and knick-knacks, such a yo-yo and a partially finished rubix cube.
The kitchen cabinets had no doors, so you could see all what laid in them, which were nothing, other than cups and dishes. A medium sized fridge stood in a corner; note, that it was, also, empty. And the doubled kitchen sink had not one dirty dish.
Yeah, her place was a dump. But hey, no rats or infestation, though. But hey, what could you do when you had to live in a broken down neighborhood with its rogue ninjas because you had ANBU Black Opts on your tail. You didn't have many options when you were under an analysis and everything.
Aaron walked past it all to a small hallway that led to her small bedroom/bath. She couldn't help but notice the bare, light blue walls that she painted to give a claming aura, felt cold around her. Maybe, it was just pre-jitters for the upcoming event with Lotaimasu.
She looked at her closed bedroom door. Odd…she always left it opened. Her body was on high alert as she narrowed her eyes at the door, resting a hand on one holster holding her prized weapons, unclasping the security button on it. One should be enough.
She stepped in naturally, "Dry off, get new clothes on then—"
With lighting fast reflexes, she turned around and drawled a black gun towards the cornered wall of the door. The gleaming black metal in her hand was of a simple design, none would think the wiser that it could cause major bodily harm or even death. Of course, hardly anyone has ever seen one before…till you were on the other end of it. She named this weapon "Entity," along with her similar sister, "Hollow," only in white, which still rested in its own holster. Both were able to hold up to 8 bullets and if you were a good marksman like Aaron you only needed one to finish the job.
Aaron drew her away gun, blinking in confusion at the empty space behind the door. Her head turned immediately to her closet door. Hmm, it's an odd hiding place but, maybe? She went over and opened it only to be greeted with clothes and some empty hangers. Aaron huffed and closed the door, aggravated. And for some strange reason, she stared at her bed skeptically.
"This is getting ridiculous. Am I really going to look under my bed like a child looking for some scary monster?"Forgetting the idea quickly, Aaron turned towards her dresser, placing Entity back in its holster before grabbing some fresh clothes. "This whole upcoming battle is getting to me," speaking aloud to herself and searching for a specific item in one of her drawers, "luckily I know the cure for it."
Aaron could feel her eyebrows and forehead scrunch down quizzingly but mostly, in anger as she searched more thoroughly through the drawer, throwing different types of clothes everywhere. "Where is it?" she growled. Finally she gave up her wanted search and slammed the drawer back in place. "Damn it! First, I'm seeing things and now, I can't even find a single morsel of chocolate from my secret stash."
With a huff, Aaron stomped over to her bathroom with clothes in hand. "Today is just all going to hell," she decided before closing the door behind her.
Outside of the bathroom, you could hear a faint turn of a lock and the sound of running water, along with the ruffling of clothes and the swift opening and closing of shower curtains…also, the scuffle shuffling movements from under the bed and the quick opening and closing of the bedroom window.