❝We all have our little ways❞

Sand and dust flies around as spinning wheels, rips the desert's surface. Loud pumping music and engines loudness made it almost impossible for anyone to hear a thing. Everyone who was there wanted to show off. Forest coloured optics scanned the area, looking for some good competition. She hadn't been able to relax for a long while now. She snorted some when she looked over the men. They were crowding around something; it made her roll her eyes. Not that she needed their attention nor their interest in her skills on the road, but their wild behaviour on the race court was so very alike in Amega and Iwa.

Shaking her head she drove into position at the race court; she was up next and apparently against one of the good ones. A buy in on ten thousand ryo was definitely worth something.

"Don't believe we met! How're ya doing cutie?" the owner of the other car had his window rolled down, much to Kisha's annoyance. She didn't bother to respond or look at him – at least not fully. Glancing at him from the corner of her eye she cracked a faint smirk. The brunette in the other car wasn't that bad looking, but she wasn't after a lay tonight. The streets were her home-base for earning money and that was what she had come for in the first place.

"Ready! Set! GO!" both drivers wasn't going to waste time when they were allowed to let the wheels spin. The fifteen seconds the two hundred meters for goal, everything felt like empty space; in those very seconds she felt free. She didn't think about her family, her so-called partner, the Akatsuki, anything at all. She felt free to live.

"Holy shit man! I didn't expect someone like you to be this g-aah-!" forest coloured eyes were fixed on his figure once he stepped out of the vehicle. Shiny metal pointed at his nose.

"Don't you think you know me at all," Kisha's cold-dead voice rung in his ears, sending shivers down his spine. All he could do was nodding, drop the money and back away.

Annoyed exhale left the redhead once she entered the expected to be silent apartment. Kisame had gone out this evening for all she knew. She thought everything was quiet until she heard noises like whimpers and moans. Like a tug from a string, the redhead's expression showed nothing but sheer annoyance. Finding it rude to interrupt she shuts the door leading to the living room and turns on the laptop on the table.

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A grunt left his strong throat when he was waking up. The chick he had gotten a lay with last night seemed to be long gone. Stretching, he tugged a new pair of boxers on along with his jeans before heading towards the kitchen, not bothering to put a shirt on. Upon opening the door leading to the living room, he found his room-mate bent over the desk with her laptop. Her arms folded under her head, sleeping. When did she turn back last night?

"Hey! Wake up!" he gave her shoulder a push to wake her up. Said ginger began to stir in her sleep and it didn't take her long to figure who had woke her up from her slumber. "Why do you sleep here?" he asked uninterested as he began brewing coffee for himself. Blinking her tired eyelids a couple of times, Kisha sat up straight with an annoyed expression glued on her face.

"It's difficult to sleep when someone's shaking the sheets next to your room," she replied and rubbed her one eye. Kisame shot her the glare that made the most people frightened, but somehow, it didn't make her flinch. Instead she proceeded to wake up like nothing had happened at all. The blue haired man rubbed his fingers through his hair.

"If you want to know it, missy, then I wasn't just screwing a random chick. She was actually from the race," a shark like grin appeared on his face.

"Are you following me?" Kisha raised her voice along.

"Don't give me that crap girlie! Can't have you running around," the bluenette snorted and poured some coffee in a mug before taking a long sip. That only made the younger female even angrier.

"WHAT! You think I can't handle my own shit? What the fucking hell are you taking me for? For your information I'm not a stupid kid! Bloody hell! Why do you even have to keep looking out for me? What does it take for you to get I am not running afuckingway! I have nowhere else to go!" Kisha yelled a top of her lungs. With her fist clenched tightly she slammed it down the dining table, causing the glasses there to jump and roll onto the floor before they smashed into pieces.

"You swear just as much as Hidan," Kisame chuckled, settling down on a chair. He wasn't moved by her harsh reaction. "If it's any use for you, I was at the race-court to gather information on our partners," he continued. A deep frown appeared on the greenish eyed woman.

"Sure you were," she snorted and went back to her laptop, trying her hardest to ignore his presence in the room. The more he talked to her, the more he annoyed her and the angrier she became with living under the same roof as him. Touching the touchpad she noticed a small envelopein upper left corner of the screen, signalling she had mail. With a smirk flicked crossed her lips she clicked on it.

❝... just don't forget who you are❞