A/N: I am not hormonal. I am not sex crazed. I am not sex crazed. Ha who am I kidding? I want to jump his bones. Lmfao! Just ya'll wait for the lemons(; they aren't too far away. I think…. Anyways I think I need to add some more sexual tension between the two of us. Hmmmmm…. Anyways! Time to buy clothes for the old man! Yay thunder storms and hookers!
Disclaimer: I own everything but Kakuzu in this story *Cries* (Well maybe not my friends. They actually help me with their own character in the story, so they should get some credit.) *Claps* If I did so happen to own Naruto and the associated characters, I am sure there would be some people that I would like to beat some sense into. And others that I would give more screen time and avoid their deaths. I understand why Masashi Kishimoto did it, I just kind of wish he hadn't. (Mumbling about writers who kill off the good characters way too quickly)
Thunder roared as we bolted to the car. I didn't waste a second worrying about anything other than my mad dash to the vehicle. I pulled open the heavy metal door and jumped into the seat. Milyssa jumped in behind me and Kakuzu hopped into the passenger seat.
Well… this is a bit strange. I kind of like it. I smiled as I put the key into the ignition and flipped the engine.
I backed out of the drive way. "Alright DJ, what are we listening to?" I direct to the backseat as I throw my phone behind me.
Milyssa selects a station that plays a mix of Korn, Breaking Benjamin, Avenged Sevenfold, Chevelle and a few others from an iHeartRadio playlist of mine. I let the music take control so there was nothing else but it and the road. Usually it's a fifteen minute drive from Milyssa's house to Goodwill, but this time it felt like two.
I ease into a parking spot by the front door and put the vehicle in park. The rain had only gotten worse. The sky a menacing dark gray for it being only three in the afternoon. Now that the car and the music was silent, the rain blasted against the frame of the car, sounding almost like machine gun blasts.
I pulled the hood of my black jacket over my tied up hair and looked at Kakuzu and Milyssa. "What a great day to go shopping!" I said excitedly over the rain.
Milyssa nodded and Kakuzu just looked at me weird as he leaped out of the car. The three of us raced to get in the door.
"Welcome to Goodwill, would you like a basket?" a woman at the door politely greeted us.
"Yes, thank you! Perfect outfit for this weather, it's so cute!" I politely responded to the woman as I looked her up and down. She had on a big yellow raincoat with matching yellow rain boots. "About makes me want to go play in the rain!" I add as I walk in the direction of the men's clothes.
"It's my favorite rainy day outfit!" she calls as were walking away.
"I just love rain! What about you, Kakuzu?"
He just grunts as he pushes clothes around on the rack, looking completely out of place.
"Hmm. So I'm thinking you're a large or maybe even extra-large because of the muscle- Kakuzu. Is that… What I think it is?" His back was slightly turned toward me and I had forgotten that his shirt had an open back. But I was quickly reminded when I saw that the four masks of earth, wind, water, and fire were tattooed onto his bronzed skin. Kakuzu just glared at me from the corner of his eye and continued looking through the clothes.
His scars aren't there but his masks are… does that mean there is a slimmer of his power still with him? I mean that IS what they symbolize. Before I knew it my hand was tracing the white outline of the fire mask.
"Kakuzu. Those are dangerous. I mean… someone can recognize you by them. Hell. Those tattoos aren't even normal for anyone in this world. Here. Go put this on." I yank a plain black tee shirt off of a rack and shove it into his hands. "The dressing rooms are over there."
"Kuzu, go try these on!" I throw the huge bundle of clothes into his arms and push him toward the dressing room.
I smile as I watch him disappear behind the door and go find Milyssa who was browsing for more clothes.
"Were not having much luck for him, are we? Half this stuff in this basket is for me." I say a little downed.
She sighs. "All the big clothes here are for fat people. Why are there so many fat people?"
"Guess that just happens when you shop at Goodwill. They don't necessarily tailor to the tall and very buff. What do we do now?" I question.
"Ugh... We could go to the mall. There's a lot of clothing stores there. But there are too many people. Walmart has clothes, pretty cheap too. But, again, too many people. So I don't know."
"Hmmm. Guess we could try the mall… I'm pretty hungry so let's hit the food court too." I say as I watch Kakuzu walk out of the dressing room. At the same time a busty woman with inky black hair and botoxed lips runs into him. His eyes definitely weren't on hers. From here I couldn't tell what was being said but I saw her hand stroke his bicep and trail to his buff chest, which looked absolutely drool worthy in the black shirt I told him to put on.
"Milyssa. Go and start the car. I'm going to need a fast get away." I growl as I take my purse off my shoulder and shove it and the shopping basket into her arms as I slink off toward Kakuzu and this designer wearing, fake boob having whore.
"Sissy…!" I hear the desperation in her voice and footsteps as she scurries after me. "Sissy! Calm down!" She grabs my arm and I halt to look at her. "Stop," she whispers loudly. "We can't get too much attention. Kakuzu and cops will be very bad."
"Fine. I won't make a scene." She lets go of my arm and I glare back at the woman and see Kakuzu smirk at her when she slips a piece of paper in his hand. "Deals off." I growl under my breath as I slink closer.
Kakuzu doesn't take his eyes off the woman but I'm sure he knew I was there. I tap the lady on the shoulder. "Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice what a… nice job you have there." I point a finger to her chest. My words soaked in sickly sweat sugar, my grin dripping in honey. "So was it a package deal? The tits and the lips? I bet it cost many nights in strange beds to get those."
"A-are you kidding me?" She looked stunned but I could see the anger gather on her face.
"No. I'm as serious as the five dollar makeup that's plastered to your plastic face. You had better think very careful about your next words. Because I'll knock your teeth so far down your throat that you won't be able to suck a dick for months. Find different prey because this one is already being hunted. By me. Now don't you have an old man to run home to?" She doesn't move and I step closer, my face inches from her. "Guess you want dentures to match your sugar daddy."
Cold furry ran through my veins and I was ready to unleash it on the woman's face, but I guess she saw how serious I really was and took the safe side and backed up.
She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off. "Unless you have your dentist on speed dial, I suggest you to leave. Now." I whisper dangerously.
She glanced back at Kakuzu then turned and walked toward the exit with a flip of her hair and a sway of her hips.
I step closer to Kakuzu and rip the tag off of his shirt. "Did anything else fit." I say flatly.
"No. Just this." A smile pulled at his lips.
"If you want the walking vaginal disease… You're going to have to find a new place to spend the night. But I'm sure you won't have trouble with that."
He just snickered and crumpled up the paper and threw it over his shoulder. A smile lit up my face. "Come on you jerk. Let's go pay for that tiny shirt."
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" We were at the mall in some kind of men's clothing store, the lights were dimmed a bit and the music was blasting.
His back was to me but I could practically hear the smile slide onto his beautiful face. What do you expect? Did you actually think you would be the only one to notice how good looking he is? I really gotta find an off button for my damn thoughts.
"Kakuzu. I…. I can't stand that shit. I don't play games. If you need a reminder, I have liked your character from the very beginning. I have spent many hours wondering what it would be like if you were real. If I could actually touch you. And now you are. I….. I can't just let some other woman put her dirty hands on you without a fight. I'm sure you want to see what this world has to offer but you need to give it to me straight. Do you honestly think a woman like that would know anything about the real you? Just let me know what you want from me. Just let me know if there's any chance… I can't not know. Just… just give me something to go on. If you just want me to help you I can do that. Just tell me what you want. Ill understand. I can take it."
"You know you babble so damn much." He turns on me but the expression on his face isn't anger. Its amusement.
"Kakuzu just..."
I didn't even see it coming. His hand gently cupped my face and his mouth inches from mine.
"I am not into women like the one before."
My heart was beating so hard, I felt it in my throat. A smile spread across his face and he dropped his hand and walked out of the store. I just stood there leaning up against a clothing rack trying to catch my breath
"Miss are you okay?" a worker in the store asked.
"I... I'm… uhh…. Just almost got kissed by the man of my dreams and I can barely breath right now. So yeah. I'm fine."
The worker just shook his head with a smile and walked away.
"I'll have chicken teriyaki, extra meat, steamed rice and vegetables. Make that two orders."
"$17.34"
I take out my debit card and hand it to her. Kakuzu watches me very precisely. He's probably wondering why this little piece of plastic holds money value.
The lady hands me back my card and I sign their copy of the receipt. I move down the line and get out of the way for Milyssa to order.
"This is called a debit card, almost everyone in my world has one." Not even going to explain credit cards just yet… "The numbers on each card are unique, only that card has that particular number sequence. It is connected to my own personal bank account. Most people put their money in banks and most people use their card instead of cash. And when it is swiped, the amount is charged out of your bank account. You also have to sign your name so banks can be sure that it is actually the rightful owner using the card and not someone else." The chef hands us our food in to-go boxes and we make our way to a secluded part of the food court.
"Just like in your world, cash can't be traced back to the spender. But with a card, it can be traced. Which can be a blessing or a curse. If someone steals your wallet and all you have is cash… you will never see that money again. But if you have your money put on a card, it can be traced, and you can cancel that card so it can no longer be used. To put this short. It's a simple way to pay for things."
Milyssa sits down just as I dump out my wallet and explain to Kakuzu what our currency is. Once I'm done with the lesson and were all done eating, Kakuzu asks. "From what you told me… you do not have a whole lot of money. And from what I've seen, clothes in this world are expensive."
"Hey. Five hundred dollars to live on for two weeks is more than enough." I say defensively.
"All I'm trying to say is, you don't have enough here to worry about buying me necessities to make me blend into this place. Let's get back in the machine and take me to where you found me." He snaps.
"Kakuzu. Are you really that mad that I bought you stuff that you want all of this to end?" My voice raised and I was about to jump up but his hand rested on my knee, instantly bring me away from my anger.
"Hush. Stop jumping to damn conclusions and just take me back to that forest." He grunted as he pulled his hand away swiftly.