I want to thank everybody who's read this story so far and had been patient with me. That being said... I am definitely planning on finishing this story. I finally have the entire thing mapped out (so I even know how it ends lol) now all that's left is to crank out those chapters. I plan to release chapters more frequently and get this out there so I can focus on a My Hero Academia story I'm also in the beginning stages of.
WARNING: This chapter does have some brief description of drug and drug use.
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The next several days went by in a dango and Shinobi Striker filled blur. Before I knew it, it was Thursday after school and I was shutting my door behind me to get ready for work. I put on the black cheongsam style dress, frowning in the mirror when it came up on my thighs higher than I had expected it to. I would have to be very careful bending over. I packed a change of clothes along with my black heels in a sage green drawstring backpack, and slipped some red flats on my feet. Obito wasn't home now, but he would be when I returned and I didn't want him asking questions this early. I pulled my hair into two space buns and put on my makeup- white eyeshadow, exaggerated eyeliner, and some pink lip stain. I rode the elevator down and exited my building, walking down the block in the direction of the club.
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I pulled on the large golden handles of the club doors and felt the relief of the air conditioner wash over me. This time when I walked in, there were more people here. There was a blond haired girl in a similar outfit to mine restocking supplies at the hostess counter. A black hair girl was wiping some of the tables but stopped when she looked up and saw me.
"You must be the new girl. I'm Yoko, Kubo said to tell you to come and see her before you get started. She's in the back, just head through that door over there," She pointed to the same door that Ichigo had appeared from the other day.
I thanked her and made my way through the tables and couches and into the dance floor area. The door handle was easy to spot now with the lights up, but it would be almost invisible once it was dark in here and they turned the strobe lights on. Part of me wondered if that was to keep drunk people from wondering places they shouldn't be as I turned the knob and went through the doorway.
It was a short hallway that cut to the right rather quickly. If I were to continue going straight, it lead to a set of double swinging door that appeared to be the entrance to the kitchen. I instead followed the hallway and went right. I passed by a few doors until I came to one labeled 'Office' and luckily just happened to look in. There was the girl introduced to me as Kubo the other day, sitting at a large desk covered by a scattering of papers. I knocked on the doorframe, causing her to look up.
"Ah Uchiha! Nice to see you actually showed up," she smirked.
"Well I thought it best, not to waste the opportunity," I smiled, immediately comfortable around her.
"We'll see if you feel the same way at the end of your shift," she turned and rummaged through one of the desk drawers. "Here's your apron, your notepad, your employee card, your name tag. You can put your stuff in locker number '4', it's in the break room right next to this," she handed me a small key. "I'll give you two pens but you'll be expected to provide any additional that you might need. Make sure your writing is legible enough for kitchen staff to read, and you put all orders into the computer. Mostly you'll just be taking drink orders and transporting them from the bar to the table. Any dancer orders are put into the computer using the code 99, they don't pay and are allowed three drinks per shift."
I made a note of the code and the three drink rule on the first page of the notepad, "Sounds easy enough. Anything else I should know?"
She crossed her arms and gave me a once over before sighing, "You're going to be plenty popular around here. Be nice to your customers but don't let them take advantage of you. You look like you can take care of yourself, but if anyone gives you too much trouble, let me know and I'll handle it."
I bowed my head in thanks, appreciating her no-nonsense aura and already deciding we would end up being friends, "Thank you Kubo-senpai."
She smirked, "Alright kid, get out there and take some drunk men's money! And if you see Ayane, tell her to come find me when she has free time."
"Will do!" I waved as I headed out of the office and into the break room. I quickly switched out my shoes. Then I threw my backpack in the locker and locked it with the provided lock before dropping the key in my apron pocket and heading back down the hallway.
I came back out into the main room of the club and noticed the black haired girl, Yoko, and two other girls standing over by the hostess stand. I walked up to them and introduced myself. They gave me their names, Tsubaki-a girl with a short, dark blue bob haircut- and Nanami-a girl with forest green hair thrown into an over the shoulder braid.
"We were just picking out our sections for the evening. I'll take the V.I.P. section, since I've been here the longest," Baki-as she told me to call her-pointed to a row of four elevated booths that effectively formed the barrier between the seating area and the dance floor.
I smiled wryly. So what she had really meant when she said we were 'picking' our sections was 'I'm taking the best tables for myself and I'll tell you which ones you can have.' I could tell that she was going to be that type of girl. Similar to Mitsuri, but not exactly the same. Tsubaki had an edge to her that frumpy little Irogawa didn't have in her. I would have to watch her. I figured Nana-they all used shorter versions of their names to be "cuter"-probably wasn't the same, but lived in fear of Baki's retaliation so she went along with her schemes.
I didn't put up a fight...yet. If I had learned anything from being best friends with Shikamaru it was to be patient, bide your time and study your enemy for weaknesses before striking. When we were kids he was actually pretty formidable at kenpo. He probably could have made the national team had he kept with it, but his laziness halted his future in athletics. The four tables I ended up with, were located towards the middle of the "dining" area. I made sure my tables were clean and all had fully stocked napkin holders and a tabletop drink menu. I was straightening chairs when Yoko approached me.
"Come with me. I'll show you the bar where you'll get the drinks from," she led me down a walkway inaccessible from the dance floor, past the door to the back of the house that I had come and gone through earlier, and over to the side of the bar.
She patted the counter in front of a register, "This station is just for table orders. You put your order in the computer like so," she began pressing buttons on the touch screen while I followed along. It wasn't too hard. Select the drink from the menu, add any customizations, and then save to the ticket, and 'cash out' button when they're ready to tab out. "And then you wait for Haru to make them. Hey Haruuuuu, come meet the new girl!"
I looked on as a tall guy who looked to be in his early twenties approached us. His short black hair stuck out in a similar style to Kiba's but his facial features looked more like my cousins'- dark brown eyes, defined jawbone- I literally had to stop myself from licking my lips. He leaned down to put an elbow on the counter.
"Hey there! I'm Haru," he extended his other hand out for me to shake.
"Kuma, it's nice to meet you," I had decided to avoid the potential 'Raki' and 'Baki' drama by going by the first half of my name.
"The other girls treating you nice?" He looked me up and down as if he knew what was in store for me.
"So far so good," I smirked.
"Well if anyone gives you any trouble send them to me...especially this one," he nudged Yoko.
"Pfffffphh, whatever! Don't forget to make the drinks while you're protecting the princess," Yoko laughed and began to pull me away.
"See you later, Princess," Haru waved as I looked behind me.
I gave him a little salute before turning back around, "So does he flirt with everyone like that?"
She smirked, "I don't think he's evolved enough to be able to control it." I snorted and she continued, "only seems to be able to stop himself around Baki." I cut her a look and she grinned, "You and her are going to be great friends." Oh great, based on his warm welcome, I'm not gonna have to do anything to get her pissed at me.
We walked back to the front as the lights dimmed. The club had officially opened and soon customers would start coming in. I must have looked nervous because Yoko looked at me and smiled. She told me if I needed any help to ask her, as our sections were right by each other. I smiled back and nodded, hoping that I would be able to handle my first day on my own.
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I was an hour and a half into my three hour shift-halfway done with my first day and I hadn't run into anything too difficult. The most I had had to wait on simultaneously so far had been three out of four tables. Two of the three tables had been a pair of gentlemen at each that kept their orders simple. They also nursed their drinks so I hadn't been running back and forth constantly. The third table was a single older man who had asked for a bottle of scotch that had been occupying him so far.
Baki's tables had been consistently full throughout the evening and you'd have thought it would have been enough to keep her busy, but that's not how it ended up turning out. A group of five university age guys came in and Ami-the blond hostess who I'd seen earlier-had seated them in my section. We flirted while I got their drink orders- three beers and two cocktails- and I smiled and told them I'd be back soon. I walked over to the bar and began entering the drinks. When I couldn't find the White Russian after checking two submenus I sighed.
"Need help?" I looked up to find Haru already placing the three beers on my tray.
"White Russian?" I yelled over the music and pointed at the screen.
"Check under 'coffee drinks'," he said flinging the metal cocktail shaker back and forth.
I followed his instructions and smiled as it appeared on the screen, "My knigh in shining armor," I winked at him.
He finished making the drinks and set them on my tray before picking it up, "This is pretty heavy, you want me to carry it out there for you?"
"No thanks, I've got some muscles somewhere in here I can use," I smiled as I took the tray from him and started back towards the tables.
Baki must have been offended at our exchange, or was just generally a bitch, because when I got about four steps from the table of guys she appeared out of nowhere, brushing past me but not without knocking into me. She hadn't done it enough to make me fall, but it did startle the tray enough to tip three of the glasses over. I stared in shock as the drinks splashed onto my chest, soaking the front of my dress and pooling in the tray. Baki, who had only paused for a second to look back and laugh, practically skipped over to the hostess section.
I stared at the table of men, thankful it hadn't gotten on either the floor or any of them. They seemed almost in shock as me. I was embarrassed but thought quickly to smooth the situation over. I put on a pouty face as I undid the top two toggles of my dress and dabbed my chest with a napkin, "I'm soooo sorry gentlemen! I can't believe how clumsy I am, please forgive me! Let me get you all new drinks right away! " I bowed slightly, pushing my chest together with my arms. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they didn't take it too hard.
I hurried away, and went over to the bar. Haru was practically waiting for me. "You got this?" He took the tray from my hand and dumped the glasses in the sink. He handed me a rag to wipe the tray while he began remaking the drinks.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine, it'll take more than that to scare me off," I laid the rag on the counter.
"Don't let her push you around too much. It's about time someone put her in her place," he set the new drinks down on the tray.
"I think she'll learn soon enough, I'm just not one to cause problems on the first day," I winked and set off back towards the table.
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"Thank you for coming in! Please ask for me again!" I bowed and blew a kiss to the men leaving. One waved as the other grinned stupidly while acting like he 'caught my kiss' and put it in his pocket. I smirked as I turned around, catching Baki scowling. Despite her best efforts, all of my customers had left happy. My shift was finished but the group of guys were still at their table. I had assumed they were waiting for the dance performances that started at ten. The dancers had three sets- one at ten, midnight, and two. There were five of them and they each performed to a song making for a show that lasted about an hour. In between sets they were allowed to dance and mingle and get ready for their next performances. It seemed like a pretty nice setup if you could get past dancing half naked in front of a bunch of horny men, but the tips seemed to make up for it.
I came to the table and bowed while I thanked the guys for coming in, "My shift is over, but Yoko is going to take good care of you. Come back and see me ok!" I winked at the cutest one before walking off towards the door to the back.
Once I was on the other side of the door I sighed. 'Well, it could have been better...could have been worse though.' I had to walk past the office to get to the time clock and my locker in the break room. The door was closed when I went into the break room, but by the time I had clocked out, grabbed my stuff, and changed in the bathroom the door was open when I left.
As I walked by I heard Kubo call my name, "Uchiha. You got a second?"
I peaked my head in and she motioned for me to enter, "What's up Kubo-senpai?"
"I heard you spilled a tray of drinks tonight," she crossed her arms.
"I...yeah, I must of tripped on my shoe or something. I'm sorry," I bowed.
"You sure that's all it was?" She asked in a knowing tone.
"Yeah, probably just first night jitters. I won't let it happen again," I bowed again.
She stared a few more seconds before nodding her head, "You did good for your first day. Have a good night. Get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow."
I waved and headed out of the back. I was crossing the room when I heard a loud call of 'Hey Princess' coming from my left. I looked over and saw Haru pointing at an empty spot in front of the bar. I smiled and walked over, skirting my way along the edge of the dance floor.
"You leaving already?" He asked.
"Yeah, I got a semester and a half and then I can stay up late with the big kids," I rolled my eyes, kinda hating the fact I had to tell him I was still in high school.
"Aww, come on! You're gonna miss the show," he nodded towards the stage.
"I can maybe stay for one song," I smirked.
"You party with the big kids?" He motioned to the bottles of alcohol behind him.
"Oh, I already got my degree in that. Can I have a long island?" I smiled and went to pull out my wallet.
"Don't worry 'bout it," he swatted my card away while grinning.
As he set my drink down, the music that was playing stopped giving way to an announcer's voice, "Welcome to Kanpai! Get ready to enjoy the show as we welcome one of our world class dancers to the stage! Give it up for our sweet little Ichigooooo!"
I grabbed the glass and glued my eyes to the stage as Ayane-or Ichigo- bounced out in a pink bikini top and matching plaid skirt. I sipped my drink and grinned as the sweet, seemingly shy girl gyrated her hips and swung her arms to the beat. She made it look fun as hell. I thought maybe I could even do it, probably after a drink or two.
"She's great isn't she?" I heard Haru from my left as I nodded, "No wonder Kubo has a thing for her."
I almost spit out my drink as I stared at him incredulously, "Oh my god, I love that!"
I mentally groaned at how cute they probably were outside of work together. They were definitely your classic goth-type/pixie girl match up. I finished my drink and thanked Haru as I set the glass back down on the bar. Ayane had finished her song and was walking back stage as the stage crew collected her tips for her.
"I gotta get home. I'll see you tomorrow," I waved and headed for the door.
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As I walked home I pulled out my phone and saw where I had two missed calls from Obito and a couple of texts.
Obito:
Kuma where are you?
It's 9:30 on a school night! Get your ass home!
Call me!
I had ignored them and enjoyed the peace while I had the chance on the walk home. I came in as quietly as I could, but I got about six steps into the dark living room before a flash of light almost knocked me on my ass.
"Where the hell have you been? It's almost 11," Obito, who was sitting on the couch had turned the lamp on, flooding the room with light.
"You scared the shit out of me!" I clutched my chest.
"Answer me. Where were you?" He crossed his arms.
Okay...I have absolutely nothing planned for this conversation yet. I don't want to straight up lie, but I can't tell him the complete truth. I was not planning on doing this tonight.
"I was working on a job," I fiddled with the strap of my backpack.
"What?" He quirked an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that to be my answer.
"Yeah...Ino and I were studying and she wanted to grab something to eat so we went to this little twenty-four hour diner and while we were eating the manager talked to me about a waitressing job," I stared at him, knowing if I avoided eye contact he would know I was lying.
He paused for a few minutes, studying me, "As long as it doesn't interfere with your schooling. I'm not crazy about the idea, but I'm glad you're showing some kind of initiative."
I mentally let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like he had bought my story for now, "Thanks, I guess. I've had a long day, I'm going to bed."
He told me goodnight and we disappeared into our respective rooms. I took my wet uniform out of my backpack thinking of when I could secretly wash it before tomorrow night's shift. It shouldn't be too hard. Obito and I washed our own clothes, only bothering to touch the other's when we cleared them out from whichever machine we needed. I changed into a giant t-shirt and turned on my tv. I felt my eyes get heavy as soon as I hit the pillow. There was no way I was going to enjoy waking up tomorrow morning.
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The next few days had gone by quick, I found myself knocking on Kiba's door for our Sunday afternoon practice. My last two shifts had gone by without much incident. One of my orders from Friday night had gotten 'mysteriously' deleted, but I had noticed and gotten it fixed quickly. Other than that Baki hadn't caused too much trouble. I was definitely worn out though. I wasn't used to staying up that late, the day before I had slept in until eleven after coming home at around 3:30. After coming home that late and knowing I was going to do the same the next night, I had to tell Obito that I had gotten the job. I had told him my real hours, no point in lying about those, I just didn't bother telling him the name of the 'diner'.
I pulled out of my thoughts by the door knob turning and Kiba's tall frame greeting me, "Hey! You ready to put in some work?"
I smiled and nodded before walking in. I had worn a sports-bra underneath a loose tank top and a pair of athletic shorts, not sure what I was getting myself into. We walked to the backyard where Akamaru sat happily waiting. He waited for us to get close before standing up and excitedly prancing. I ran over to pat him on the head and he instantly crumbled onto his back begging for belly scratches. He rolled onto my foot and took me down with him. I laughed as I obliged him using both my hands to rub the entirety of his stomach.
Kiba sighed, "What am I going to do with you two?"
"Sorry Kiba," I said between laughs prying my foot out from in under the furry behemoth. "Ok boy, let's get serious!"
I jumped up and patted Akamaru's side signaling for him to get up, "What are you gonna teach me first sensei?"
I giggled watching the blush spread across his cheeks upon hearing the title. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Well first, we're gonna need to get Akamaru used to responding to your commands.
He walked a couple of steps to our right so that he was about twenty feet away from a large blue plastic barrel. Akamaru and I followed with the former sitting at Kiba's feet, "For example if I want Akamaru to run and loop around the barrel and return I say 'Down and back boy'."
I watched as Akamaru stood alert but still in a sitting position, "...and then he does it?"
Kiba rolled his eyes, "normally. Down and back boy!"
Akamaru tilted his head back looking at Kiba and then over to me but didn't move and inch. I stepped over closer, "What if I try?"
"Be my guest," he crossed his arms.
I walked over to Akamaru and leaned towards his head, "Go around the barrel and when you get back I'll give you pets."
He bolted off with a short loud 'boof' and ran down to the barrel circling it with a tight curve. When only a few feet remained between us he gave a little hop and landed right at my feet. I squealed a 'Good Boy!' while giving him his promised reward of head scratches.
"You've got to be kidding me," Kiba sighed exasperated.
"Well that was easy. He doesn't seem to mind listening to me. So what's next?" I grinned.
"Let me just run through the course with you," he pointed to the various equipment strategically placed throughout a portion of the back yard.
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We had started by dividing the course in two halves and working on each independently. By the time we stopped to take a break we had pretty much mastered the first half as a duo and had run through the second half twice. I sat down in a chair on the back porch while Kiba ran inside to get us some bottled water.
"I brought us these too. Can't keep going on an empty stomach," he handed me a bottle of water and a small bag of potato chips.
"Thanks," I cracked open the bag, "Sorry again I couldn't make it yesterday morning. I completely overslept and then had to do stuff I couldn't get out of." I mentally cringed at the memory of waking up at around eleven and finding a few unread texts from Kiba wondering if I was ok and if I was going to make it over for training. I had replied telling him I had overslept and that I wouldn't be coming. I dealt with the guilt of his crying emoji reply as I clocked in for my shift later that evening.
"It's no biggie. We've made great progress so far today. I've been exhausted from studying for midterms too," he gulped down a third of his water in one gulp.
"Yeah. It's the math that's gonna get me, and Ms. Senju is not the teacher I want to mess with," I played along. Only Shika knew about my job so far and I didn't really want to get into a bunch of details with Kiba. I was planning on telling the girls when I saw them at school. I wanted to make sure I could make it through my first weekend before I got too ahead of myself.
"If Mr. Tojiro explained chemistry better maybe I could follow but I'm too scared of him to ask him to go back over stuff," he shuttered at the mention of our sickly-looking, easily agitated Chemistry teacher.
"Ugh he's such a snakey little guy too. If he paid half as much attention to the lesson instead of finding ways to get us in trouble more students would pass his class," he was one of my top three least favorite teachers.
"Exactly! I'll be glad when I don't have to see him everyday," Kiba threw the last bit of his chips in his mouth.
"No kidding!" I chuckled, finishing my chips as well, "Well let's get back to it! I want to make sure we have the second half down before I leave."
"I admire your determination," he stood and smirked as he offered me his hand.
I took his hand and stood up, "If I'm gonna do something, I'm gonna do it the best."
I winked at him before heading back into the yard and over to our starting point to meet up with Akamaru. He smiled and jogged to catch up.
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"You guys looked great out there together! Saturday morning we'll run through the entire course a couple of times, but I really think you guys got it. Just make sure you're heading to the next obstacle as Akamaru's finishing up the current one," Kiba put his hand on my shoulder.
"Got it. Well, let's call it a day. I'm gonna head home and take a shower and beg my brother to take me out for ramen," I put my bag on my shoulders and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
He looked me up and down before turning his head, "Yeah I could use a shower myself."
I gave Akamaru a pat on the head, "See ya Saturday buddy."
Kiba opened the back door for me and led me back inside towards the front door. We were got to the stairs when Kiba suddenly stopped, "Hey hang on a second. I've...um, got something for you."
He trailed off embarrassedly and dissappeared up the stairs. He returned a few minutes later with something in his hand that appeared to be clear plastic.
"Here. I just got some of this. It's different than the last stuff," he opened his hand to reveal a little zip lock baggie with eight or nine little buds of weed.
"Now you're just trying to score brownie points with me," I took the baggie, pleasantly surprised.
"Did I get any?" He smirked stuffing his hand in his pockets.
"Maybe a few," I gave a half grin, putting the little bag in my backpack. "No, seriously though. Thank you, you didn't have to."
"If you really wanna thank me you could let me take you on another date...without Akamaru this time...maybe you'd even want to just come over and smoke with me?," He had opened the front door so we could step out.
I laughed walking out first, "So this is a bribe."
"Well when you say it like that...," he chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
"Kiba Inuzuka! What kinda girl do you think I am?" I crossed my arms in mock offense.
"The kind that goes on a second date with me," he teased.
I scoffed playfully at his persistence, "Maybe. After midterms and the competition, we'll see. I'll see you tomorrow at school, good luck with your studying."
"Thanks. Be careful getting home," he grinned.
I turned and began walking down the street towards my house. I could tell that he watched for awhile to make sure I was okay before going back inside. I checked my phone looking at the time. 'Ahhhh! It's already 5:30! I've spent most of the day over here.' I wondered what Obito was up to as I rounded the corner, the street I lived on coming into view.
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"I'm home!" I announced as I walked in through the front door and straight to the kitchen to score one of the beers that I hoped Obito still had in the fridge.
"Welcome home little Kuma!" A voice that I had not expected to hear came out of the body that was sticking out from behind the open door of the fridge.
"What are you doing in my fridge?" I asked preparing to weasel my way past him to get what I wanted.
"We haven't gone grocery shopping. No food at our house," Asuma stood up with two beers in his hand. He twisted the top off both before handing one to me.
"That's not food," I took mine and took a refreshing sip.
"Liquid bread," he patted his stomach while I rolled my eyes.
"Where's Bito?" I asked, noticing the house was unusually quiet.
"Out on the balcony with Kakashi," he pulled a cigarette out of his pack.
"Where's your sidekick?" I asked.
"Late shift tonight," he shrugged. Genma worked at a 24/7, large convenience store and sometimes had to work weekends as well as night shifts.
I walked with him to the patio and slid the glass door open. My brother and Kakashi were leaned up with their backs against the railing. Kakashi was smoking a cigarette while Obito was talking to him animatedly about something. They both looked up as Asuma and I walked out to join them.
"There's our working girl!" Kakashi raised his bottle of beer towards me as if toasting.
"Hey! I see my brother can't keep his big mouth shut," I tilted my beer back.
"Maybe he's just proud of you," Asuma offered, lighting his cigarette.
"No, that's not it," Obito and I said at the same time before realizing and glaring at each other.
"Anyways, what's up? You look like you just came from the gym," Kakashi took a swig from his bottle.
"No she's been with her little dog boyfriend all day," Obito cut me off before I could craft a creative answer.
I noticed Kakashi's facial expression changed as he took in my physical appearance in more detail than before. My white tank top was already loose, allowing a rather clear view of my chest and middrift from the side, but it had also become somewhat translucent as I soaked it with sweat throughout the day. I imagined they could see some definition of my black sports bra underneath.
I scoffed and began digging in my backpack, "He's not my boyfriend. The only reason I'm doing this dog competition is to beat Irogawa and shove it in her face...but there are some perks."
I finally fished the little baggy out and tossed it at Kakashi, "You got a shell?"
He nodded while holding his cigarette in his mouth to free up a hand. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pack of flavored cigars with one already missing. He tossed the pack and baggy onto the small patio table.
"Roll us one Bito. I'm gonna go put my bag in my room," I turned to go inside.
"I'm not your butler. Do it yourself!" He barked.
"Hey, I'm being nice enough to share," I said walking back inside, knowing he would be working on it by the time I came back outside.
He was just about finishing up when I came back outside minus a backpack but with the addition of a new beer.
"Slow it down party girl. You've got midterms starting tomorrow," Obito scolded while licking closed the seam of the blunt.
"Yeah so I need to relax tonight. I've studied. Whatever happens now happens," I took a sip of my new beer.
Obito sighed but handed me the blunt without a smart assed reply.
We had made a few rotations when I heard my phone buzz. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked my text messages.
Pineapple Head:
Call me tomorrow before school.
We need to talk!
I sighed taking a big chug of my beer. There's no telling what had gotten Shika all riled up.
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Alright guys! That's the latest chapter of Kumo No Naka Ni Atama. I wonder what Shika needs to talk to Kuma about! After the next chapter the story is going to start speeding up. How do you guys feel about these new characters? I don't like to introduce too many original characters in my fiction, preferring it to seem as close to the source material as possible. But in order for Kuma to have a workplace that felt real I needed a staff that didn't include our favorite cannon characters. Let me know what you guys think of this chapter. I live for reviews!
