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Out of the corner of his eye he gauges her reaction and has to hide back a smirk. “You’re probably right,” he says, straightening up. “I’ll have to take care of that later.” He starts making his way towards the door, not even bothering to change his clothes. “We all know where this is heading, so lets just skip to it. Lunch. I’m buying.”
Narrowed eyes follow his movements as she slowly closes the refrigerator door. “You’re willingly agreeing to buy me lunch. Without any threats against your life, puppy pouts, or immense bribery? And no grumbling or complaints?” Warily, she follows behind him and gives him a once-over. “Who are you and what have you done with Zabuza?” she teases.
(Source: friskyvixy)
He can’t help but chuckle in response to this. He finally gets up and stretches as well, his hands high above his head, joints and bones popping and creaking. This always happens when he crashes right after a mission without giving his body time to relax. After twisting his neck until he hears a satisfactory crack, he follows Vix into the kitchen.
“So… anything interesting?” he asks, coming up behind her and leaning against the freezer, looming over her. His head is almost level with hers as he looks in the fridge, purposefully invading her personal space.
His voice reverberates in the small distance he’s put between them. As his arm braces in the space beside her, she glances down at it with a curious brow raised. He’s very nearly boxing her in. She cocks her head to the side to find him leaning down to her level to scope the contents of the fridge. Her eyes narrow. What was he doing…? ”Your refrigerator is a breathing science experiment. Everything in it is interesting and should probably be quarantined.”
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Two sit in an uncomfortable silence for a few passing seconds and instantly she regrets even broaching the subject. When his mumbled apology breaks the silence, she turns her head suddenly and blinks at him. All the times they’d had this same discussion, and she’d reprimanded him for this or that, he had always brushed her off in his typically irritated way. She isn’t sure exactly how to react to the sincerity of his words. It’s comforting, if not a bit unnerving coming from him. A soft smile turns up the corner of her mouth as she pushes his arm lightly. “You better be.” she replies, attempting to lighten the mood, but failing with her next words. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”
He sighs and stifles the urge to roll his eyes. How many times has he heard that from the few people in his life who actually care? Apparently not enough to make him used to it; only enough for it to still irritate him. Every time he has to hear that the small part of him that is even able to feel guilt, does. For a brief moment he sees how it would affect those few lives if anything were to happen to him. And that is not something he wants to think about.
“I know…”
“Good.” she pats his leg before standing up with a slight stretch. “And while you’re at it, remember that I may be tiny, but I can still kick your ass. So don’t even think about pulling a stunt like that again.” she grumbles. It was better to meld into more familiar territory through their usual, playful jeers than to linger on the subject. He was stubborn, but then again, so was she. “Now I’m going to raid your fridge and there is nothing you can do to stop me aside from joining me in reaping my spoils.”
He narrows his eyes, trying to decode her tone. He finds he doesn’t like what he hears. The guilt stirs in his chest, but he quickly covers it up with irritation. Sure, it would be nice of him to give her a heads up before he vanished (repeatedly), but did he owe it to her? He doesn’t think so.
But isn’t that always how it is with you, demon? You don’t think you owe anyone anything, do you?
He shakes his head in a jerky motion. That voice can go back where the hell it came from. After a tense moment he finally replies, in a low voice, with the only thing he can think of to say, “I’m sorry.”
Two sit in an uncomfortable silence for a few passing seconds and instantly she regrets even broaching the subject. When his mumbled apology breaks the silence, she turns her head suddenly and blinks at him. All the times they’d had this same discussion, and she’d reprimanded him for this or that, he had always brushed her off in his typically irritated way. She isn’t sure exactly how to react to the sincerity of his words. It’s comforting, if not a bit unnerving coming from him. A soft smile turns up the corner of her mouth as she pushes his arm lightly. “You better be.” she replies, attempting to lighten the mood, but failing with her next words. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”
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The brunette scoffed and hopped down into a sitting position beside the groggy riser. “Oh please, don’t act so happy to see me, I beg of you.”
“Want? I can’t just come and see my wonderful pal without having some ulterior motive?” She smiles innocently and bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
He rolls his eyes and runs a hand over his short, dark hair causing it to stick up in all directions. “Oh, right, totally innocent,” he replies sarcastically, sitting up. Then, dropping the sarcastic tone, “You always have another reason to see me.”
Her smile drops and her eyes narrow fractionally at him before focusing out the window. “You should really tell me when you’re going to leave for so long.” she replies in a quieter tone. She wasn’t sure exactly when he had gotten back, having been on a mission of her own. But it had been months since she’d last seen him. He’d disappeared without a word. While she understood it was simply his manner, it had worried her at first. After all, Zabuza was not the kind of spirit for a settle-down lifestyle. To be honest, she was simply waiting for the day that he’d disappear for good, or worse, do something reckless. “I worry about you.”
Vix bit into her dango and chewed happily from her perch. It was proving to be a wonderful day. The weather had taken a warmer turn from the colder winter months past, she had a day off, and she had even managed to weasel out some free food. She swore under her breath as she dropped a few crumbs, but quickly brought a hand over her mouth to stifle the laugh that came out instead. With practiced aim, she tossed the empty dango stick into the trash can across the room and shifted her position to hover over the sleeping swordsman. The kuniochi poked the bridge of his nose and had to press her lips tightly into a thin line to suppress the laughter threatening to bubble out of her throat when he wrinkled his nose. She decided to repeat the action to various parts of his face until he would give up and wake up. “Zabuza-kuuuun.” she says softly in a sing-song voice.
He was in that place between asleep and awake… that place where you can vaguely feel the finger jabbing rudely at your face… He shifted uncomfortably, then finally turned his head and opened his eyes to glare at the intruder. He was met with the grinning face of none other than…
“Vix…” he groaned, rubbing his face. “What do you want?”
The brunette scoffed and hopped down into a sitting position beside the groggy riser. “Oh please, don’t act so happy to see me, I beg of you.”
“Want? I can’t just come and see my wonderful pal without having some ulterior motive?” She smiles innocently and bats her eyelashes exaggeratedly.
After hearing no reply to her call, Vix let herself in. She set her bags down at the entrance and raised an eyebrow. Where is everyone? The woman turned down a narrow hallway and called out again. ”Anybody home?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow quickly scamper off in the opposite direction. Her muscles tensed, years of instinct putting her on the defensive. Their was something off about this place that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She continued down the hall with slower, more wary footsteps and narrowed her eyes as she noticed a looming shadow at the end of it.
She was so focused on that spot that she didn’t notice the figure stepping out of the doorway until she’d ran right into them. Vix jumped and scampered back against the wood floors to put some distance between them. Brown eyes blinked up at the figure now towering above her. Their shadow twisted along the walls from the flickering candlelight behind them and through the dim light she could make out twin purple irises glaring down at her. Whoever he was, he looked intimidating, but she was sure she could take him if it came down to it.
Who was this? This was certainly not his master. The drunken yokai glared down at the brunette, tucking each arm into his yukata sleeves. “What is this? Why is a human wondering inside this shrine?” He had hissed, stooping his head to get a closer view of the woman’s face.
Vix narrowed her eyes, unflinching under the stranger’s glare. “This is your tenant. The name’s Vix? I’m supposed to be staying here for the week.” She stood and cocked her hip to the side, resting one free hand on it. “The man at the station gave me the directions. A Minato…Mario..Mi..kage. That’s the one.” she replied with a snap of her fingers.
Childhood/Mood:
Before things started to turn sour, Vix’s father would talk her to the parks every Sunday afternoon and push her on the swings. They would both laugh as he pushed her higher, and she’d dream she was a bird soaring through the air. These memories are one of the reasons she tends to go to parks when she’s upset, if only to channel a time of better days and simpler thoughts.
Cooking: Vix could hardly cook a piece of toast before she came to Konoha. Through Shikamaru’s coaching and Chouji’s expert tastes, she was able to learn and develop quite a knack for it.
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3. Me for one night.
A deep scowl set on the woman’s features as her eyes traveled from the number board to the jounin in front of her. “If you touch me, I’ll tell Kakashi.” Folding her arms over her chest, she pushed past him. “Or worse, Fely. Then you’d really be in for it.” It was going to be a long night….
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