Grip: Kakashi Hatake (Being rewritten)

I; You're Joking Right

Lennox

Maybe I was designed to attract trouble, exactly like a magnet. But like I said, instead of attracting metal (it eases my mind knowing that sharp pointy things aren't flying towards my head), I attract something potentially worse.

Danger.

It could only explain my current situation. Though... I wasn't exactly too sure on what my current situation was. But I suppose waking up to a one eyed freak, with silver hair, wielding a sharp knife thing in the middle of a fucking forest didn't exactly have many answers waiting on a silver platter. Especially when said sharp knife thing was pointed at my chest.

"State your business and why I should let you live," My eyes narrowed at the lazy, but venomous, drawl.

Of course being the smart person I was, I refused to answer, even though I was terrified out of my wits. It was a natural reaction of mine. Didn't have to respect me, but if you wanted me to co-operate, I expect some manners. Then again, I didn't usually hang out with the type that could kill me and silver haired freak looked like he wouldn't hesitate. To emphasise his question, the tip of the knife invaded my personal space even more.

"Well to put it calmly," I squeaked, despite my ridiculous annoyance, "I don't know."

"Wrong answer," Dangerous, that was the vibe. A vibe I didn't like, especially when the danger was aimed at me. If he wanted money, fine he could have it, but I didn't have my wallet. So I was hoping he wouldn't want anything else. "What are you doing near the Konohagakure perimeter?"

"Kohonaga- Huh?" My eyes widened to the point where it hurt, "I have you no idea what you are talking about! If you want my money, I swear I don't have anything." The tip of the knife touched my collarbone, causing me to close my eyes and whimper, "O-Oh g-god, I'm g-going to die painfully aren't I?"

Even though I should have shut up, I didn't.

"T-Take a taxi they said. Walking home from a club at three in the morning is dangerous they said. Avoid the alleyways they said," I shook my head at stupid I was, of course something bad would happen to me. Waking up in the middle of the forest faraway from the city just wasn't the type of bad I was expecting, "I'm so fucking stupid and now I'm going to die."

I guess I was on a roll, "And to die by the blade of some crazy cult criminal with one eye, they should write a book about this. But they won't because no doubt I'm going to be buried with his other victims and I will be just a distant memory. No doubt Taylor is going to have a fit!"

Still, I didn't stop. "Oh my god Taylor! She's going to kill me! Well, I'm already going to die, but she'll just bring me back to life just to kill me again. I'm going to miss the fitting, she's going to end up calling me non-stop, racking up a phone bill so high that she'll kill me a third time. Not to mention the lecture I would get for being late, usually my lateness wouldn't matter, but this for her wedding for pete's sake! The woman will murder me!"

"Oh god, I think I'm more scared of her than you crazy man," My eyes shot open in horror, a cold sweat on my brow at my irrational fear, "I think I'd rather you kill me to be honest, Taylor would only drag out my death for days and even though I have a high pain tolerance, I'm not superman!"

Failing to notice that the Silverette had dropped his knife to his side during my rant, I wrapped my arms around my knees, bringing them into my chest. I bit my thumb nervously at the thought of Taylor. Again, I was being stupid. But you haven't seen her angry, her glare could kill a thousand.

"You're not exactly sane are you?" Despite that statement being possibly true, I glared at him as he kept his one eyed narrowed gaze on me. Although the lower part of his face being covered by a mask, I could still the tension in his jaw.