I do not own Naruto but I DO own the all the OCs
Chapter 18: Katamaru Part 1
It was another one of those days. It was dark, gloomy and hung heavy of danger. Walking down the street to the store is the last thing you'd want to do.
"Days like this always give me the chills," Hidan said. "Why did we have to go to the store today?"
"It's just the corner store," Sasori said. "Besides, Kakuzu won't have us using 'unnecessary gas' right Kakuzu?"
Sasori looked at him mockingly.
"It is unnecessary gas," he said flatly.
Sasori rolled his eyes.
Hidan sighed.
"Why did Erena have to be busy with housecleaning today?" he complained.
They were about a block from the store when suddenly all time around them stopped!
"What the [censored]?!" Hidan yelled.
"Great," Kakuzu muttered.
"Got you," a dark voice said.
The same cloaked figure from before was standing in front of them.
"You again," Sasori said.
A slight, lip gloss-covered grin was visible from under the cloak.
The woman grabbed Hidan and disappeared in a bright light. Then, time went back to normal leaving Sasori and Kakuzu bewildered and shocked.
Then next thing Hidan knew he was at the cloaked woman's feet, sitting on the ground.
"Now I have you!" she said.
Hidan stabbed her in the side with a kunai and backed away from her.
He looked around.
He was in an alley but he definitely didn't recognize the part Tokyo he was in.
"Why you little--!" the cloaked woman growled.
She started towards him.
He stabbed her arm with his spear, drew a Jashin symbol on the ground with her blood and sent a Jashin seeker after her.
It grabbed her, shocking her and while she was caught in it's grasp, Hidan hurried away as fast as he currently could. He went down the street being careful not to trip for the sidewalk was broken and cracked. He kept walking, looking occasionally over his shoulder for the woman, until he reached a better part of the city. The part of the city he was now in was a clean, well-lit place with many shops and main streets. He looked at what the people were wearing, the shops and the advertisements on the billboards and figured out he was in the Harajuku neighborhood. That wasn't good. He was miles away from the neighborhood he lived in. He had no idea what to do. He knew the woman might have followed him, though, so he ducked into a media store.
He browsed for a while, knowing the she would never look in there, waiting for enough time to pass for him to be safe.
He saw some Grey's Anatomy merchandise and thought of Kakuzu. But he was pretty much penniless, so he walked away from the shelf. When he exited the store he noticed the temperature had dropped tremendously and most people were off the streets. He began to walk aimlessly, pondering what he'd do. He had no idea how to get back and, even if he did, he had no idea where the next subway or bus stop was. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone. It was gone! It must've dropped somewhere. Suddenly he felt something cold on his neck.
He looked up.
It was snowing. The first snow of the year.
Almost no one was on the streets now. That's when he noticed the person, a few feet ahead of him, looking at him.
He stopped dead in his tracks, suspicious of the person.
The person walked toward Hidan. He had thick blond hair and amber eyes. He was wearing a coat Hidan could tell was expensive.
The guy stopped in front of Hidan.
"Do you need money?" the guy asked flatly.
"Money?" Hidan asked.
"Well, you are homeless, right?"
Hidan looked at him with a look of surprise and offense.
"I'm not homeless," Hidan said, matter-of-factly.
"Oh?" the guy asked.
"No."
The wind blew making Hidan shiver.
"Okay," the guy said, looking at him judgmentally. "Then why, pray tell, are you out here?"
"I got lost," Hidan said, embarrassed. "I live on the other side of the city."
"How'd you get here?"
"Long story. But I'm not homeless!"
"Okay, okay, chillax."
"I'm already chilled and not relaxed, thank you very much."
Hidan began to walk away. Suddenly, the guy grabbed his hand.
Hidan whipped around, ready to snap, but noticed the guy was smiling, no, laughing.
"What?" Hidan asked.
"You made me laugh," the guy smiled. "I guess that earns you something."
He led him to the curve, called somebody and, the next thing Hidan knew, a limo had pulled up.
The guy dragged Hidan in and they pulled off.
Hidan wanted to protest and tell the guy he wasn't helpless but then he realized that he had no choice but to follow, especially in his condition.
"You want a onigiri?" the guy asked.
"Um, sure," Hidan answered.
"I'm Katamaru, by the way," the guy said. "Katamaru Koteino."
"Okay."
"'Okay?'"
"Um, yeah."
Hidan bit into the onigiri.
"You don't know who I am?" Katamaru asked in disbelief.
"No," Hidan replied with his mouth full. "I reavy dun't."
"Katamaru Koteino? The writer of Uwasabanashi magazine?"
Hidan swallowed.
"No," he repeated. "I don't read many magazines. Except for manga and anime magazines."
Katamaru widened his eyes in disbelief.
"Okay, then," he finally said.
"Do you have any more?" Hidan asked, referring to the onigiri.
"Here," Katamaru said, putting one in his hand.
Hidan took a large bite.
Katamaru giggled.
"What?" Hidan asked.
"Oh, nothing," Katamaru laughed.
What an interesting person. Katamaru thought. Very.
A/N: As always, I hope you enjoyed. :) In this chapter there are two puns. First, the name of the gossip magazine. "Uwasabanashi" (oo wah sah bah nah shee) means "gossip" in Japanese. Second is Katamaru's name. "Kata" means 'words' and "maru" is a name particle used for males; "Kotei" means "emperor" and "no" is a possesive particle. If you put it all together it roughly translates to "the emperor of words." Harajuku is a neighborhood in Japan where many fashions such as Lolita and Ganguro styles are found.
~Katsuki Shizenno