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RED:
Red has been shown to increase blood pressure. It stimulates adrenal glands. While it represents vitality, it also is associated with aggression. It is the colour of fire and blood, so in a sense it represents power and fertility. But it also represents hate and is often depicted as the colour of war.

Chapter 3: House no. 34

House no. 34 on street 12 of block 09 of the west wing of the central district.

The red-light district.

If I were not a kunoichi, I'd walk away.

A shabby, four-storied building. I'd rate it five out of ten. The electricity lines were exposed. Strange posters and perverted advertisements decorated the outer wall of the building, which itself was a wooden structure. I had immediate dislike for the building. Whoever had made it was bad at his job. But I guess beggars can't be choosers.

And here I was talking to the landlord.
I drifted on and off as he talked about his tenants. There were six residents in the building, including himself. After some time, I noticed that this man had no other job but to live off his tenants. That got me thinking that this man was just like a huge human spider. Exactly like a spider.

He took me to my rooms.

"Err...its dirty and small but ...it's manageable, right?" he said

'Will you walk into my parlour?' said the spider to the fly
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy...'

The apartment looked like it had been uninhabited for centuries. Dust blanketed most of the things. A huge square of cleanliness on the floor near the kitchen wall showed where the refrigerator must've been before it was moved. No fridge? In the fire country? My mouth gave an upturned smile.

A lady screamed downstairs, then muttered some curses; an unusually loud neighbour.

The landlord apologized on her behalf.

"Here are your keys." He threw me a bunch which had a geisha keychain attached to it.
Seriously? Geisha?

That was the last interaction I had with the greasy old man.

I took another look at the rooms.
And wished that I had a water affinity to wash out the grime and dirt. Or at least a wind affinity to blow off the dirt.

*sigh*

Wishing wasn't gonna take me anywhere.

I set for vigorous labour.

The apartment, shack or whatever you call it, had three rooms. As soon as one enters through the main door, there is a lobby attached to a small hall. The shoe rack had been provided (thank Kami!) beforehand. Then the hall led you to the common room which was attached to the kitchen. The smallest kitchen I'd ever seen. The grime on the stove was ridiculously stubborn. And I was cleaning it (or at least trying to) at the moment. Beyond the common room was my (to be) bedroom. Beside it was the bathroom. Which totally didn't have a geyser. That lowered the numberings from five to four.

After cleaning the stubborn grease, I proceeded to clean my bedroom.

The door creaked.

Note to self: gotta buy some oil.

This room was medium sized, only a bit smaller than the common room. The only window in the room faced the hokage monument. Great...now every morning I'd be greeted by five grim faces. And also from this window I could see all the illegal hooking on the electricity lines.

Damn. I miss the view of my garden.

The room was bare (other than the dust covering it like a thin sheet). There was a huge gash on the wallpaper. I touched the torn part...smooth edges. It was definitely a kunai's work. But there was more. I tore more of the wallpaper...and some more...and some more...till the wall was completely free of the pale cream wallpaper.

DIE DEMON!

That's what greeted me. The paint must've been originally red, but time had worn it down to brown. This wasn't the only words though. There were many beneath it, done it different colours and different handwriting, signifying that they had been written at different points of time by different people. I eyed other walls of the room, dreading at what lay beneath the innocent wallpaper. If it was in this room...then it must also be on the other rooms...

And true to my deductions it was all over...

DIE DEMON.

Die! Die! Die!

Murderer!

Abomination!

Death!

Killer!

Die!

Useless!

DEMON.

The strange graffiti screamed at me.

These were mere words. But they were almost beings of their own. The words may not be meant for me. But I could feel the hatred in them.

I tried to convince myself that this was not at all foreboding.

This place definitely had a horrifying history.

I tried my best to ignore them and move on with my work.

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Another thing popped up to my notice as I scrubbed the floor. Many floorboards had been replaced. And the few old ones that had remained had gashes or scratches on them. Kunai...sword...and glass, maybe...

What the hell had happened here!?

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My paranoid mood changed completely when I went down to throw garbage...

I'd drop a hundred ryos at the seven lucky gods' local shrine.

Because fortunately for me, and unfortunately for the blonde idiot, I was her new neighbour.

So here we are, down on the alley where they keep garbage bins, each with a bag of garbage in our hands. Staring at each other. It is night and the moon is shining.

"So you in the locality, huh?"I eyed her sleeping attire as I said this. Dirty green boxers and an orange tee a size too big for her. Definitely her boyfriend's.

Why orange, though? What's up with orange and her? My eyes hurt. I looked away to save my eyes.

"I live there." she pointed to the third floor of the nearby building. Aha! She was that noisy neighbour from downstairs.

Neighbours.

I dead-panned. Kami-sama! Why?! TT_ TT...

She was eyeing my sleepwear as I had been eying hers.
White spaghetti straps till my midriffs and grey boxer. Definitely better.

After gazing that she...

Blushed!

She. Actually. Blushed!

And she wasn't actually gazing my attire. She was gazing my. Boobs!

Da fuck.

I have nothing against homos. But I have no intention of gaining one's attention.

That was definitely her brother's attire.

Suddenly I was aware of my revealing clothes. I wrapped my hands around my tummy. That seemed to have taken her out of her daze. And she gave the widest grin I'd ever seen.

But such a fake grin.

So fake that I wanted to beat her into a pulp then and there. So similar to those given to me by the elders.

"So, where d'ya live?"

"Above you."

"Neighbour-san! I'm Uzumaki Naruto! Dattebayo!"

"Hinata." I awkwardly shook hands with her.

They were big for a girl.

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I narrowed my eyes...was I forgetting something?
Wait...I forgot to repay her for falling on me!

EXTRA

Naruto P.O.V

I had finally...finally...FINALLY! Persuaded baa-chan to remove Sakura-chan from the seduction mission. Sakura-chan was cute and all...but not truly meant for those kinds of missions. Ino was more suitable. And from today even I'm in the team. As a replacement!

After all none can overcome this jutsu!

Dattebayo!

Now all I need is some practice...hmmm...how to seduce with a purpose other than making the enemy faint? It was tricky...

Maybe I should ask for Ino's help...

Arrggg! She'd never help me!

But I gotta try.

Now where the hell does the Yamanaka live...?

A little someone peeked out from the heap of empty ramen packs...
mouse. It looked bored as me... Maybe it was time to clean the garbage.

I walked till the heap and started my work.

I wasn't aware of others inhabiting my heap of junk.

Coz when I lifted a chunk, I was met with at least twenty beady eyes.

Imagine my surprise!

Imagine my shock!

Imagine the HORROR!

Coz in the next few seconds there were almost three dozen mice running.

I did what was expected. I screamed.

I guess 'one man's trash is another mouse's treasure'.

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