Arron and Trexx

Chapter 75

Third person pov

They went to Miss Himiko's home first. Ino was taken aback to see that something was actually being built onto the house. It looked like another room, maybe, but she couldn't be sure. That almost didn't matter. When had Arron hired construction workers?! The blonde wanted to know, but on the other hand, she also really didn't. Arron's mysterious ability to get things done without people knowing was something she tried not to look into.

"Can you... wait?" Arron asked slowly, looking at Trexx, Ino, and Glug. Hisakari shifted uncomfortably, glancing nervously at the house. He knew he was an intimidating guy, and he really didn't want to scare a bunch of women. Women who probably weren't very big fans of, you know, scary men. But he did need a job. And, honestly, protecting women from shitheads sounded like a pretty good one.

"Sure, if you want us to." Ino shrugged, glancing at Glug. The man was hesitant, but nodded anyway, seeming very put off by this whole thing. And Trexx, but Ino couldn't blame him for that. Trexx was pretty terrifying. Even though Ino knew he was virtually harmless until ordered or angered, she even found him to be a bit scary with his presence. It's not that she was scared of him; she knew Trexx would never hurt her. He was just... big and made of shadows, that's all.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, kid? Do you know what you're doing?" Hisakari asked as Arron nodded, beginning to walk towards the house. She glanced up at him, a small smile shifting onto her face. He wasn't sure what to think about the glint in her eyes. This kid had definitely seen some shit. He wasn't sure what shit, as her gaze was reasonably guarded, but it certainly hadn't been good.

"I know." Arron assured with a nod. She fished a key out of her pocket. The door to the house looked new, as did the locks. Hisakari shifted his weight from foot to foot. He shouldn't be this nervous, right? He felt oddly terrified. He really didn't want to make a bad impression. It was hard to find stable work in a ninja village. Harder than one would think, anyway.

There was an older woman sitting an a desk when they entered. She looked up from the papers curiously, a bright smile lighting up her face when she realized it was Arron who'd walked in. Hisakari tried not to die of embarrassment. He wasn't sure why he was embarrassed, but he was, and that was the point.

"Arron! How are you today?" The woman asked gleefully. Hisakari heard small feet in the other room, and a group of children appeared, looking excited upon hearing that Arron was around and about. They faltered when they saw Hisakari standing behind her awkwardly. He offered a nervous smile. He was sure it looked more like a grimace or glare from the way they flinched. He felt himself begin to sweat. This was going great! Amazing! He was so hired! 

God, a twelve year old was going to hire him.

"I'm... fine." Arron cleared her throat a little. Grammar was still a little foreign to her. "How are you?"

"I'm doing wonderful, Arron. Thank you for asking." The woman smiled brilliantly. She seemed light and airy, and gazed at Arron with quite a bit of admiration. Hisakari glanced down at the short girl. "Who's your friend, dear?"

"Hisakari." Arron suddenly brightened a little. "Guard!" She clapped her hands together as though she'd just found the solution to all their problems. Hisakari saw the woman falter slightly, obviously hesitant and maybe a little confused. 

"If I'm going to make people nervous, I- uh, I don't mind finding somewhere else to work." The words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Arron's eyes sharpened, and she glanced at Miss Himiko, who looked conflicted. 

"No." Arron folded her arms over her chest. She paused for a moment, seeming to organize her thoughts. "It haz to be 'ou." 

Her accent became more prominent with the rising of her voice. He winced a little, eyes darting from side to side. "Well, Arron, why don't you tell me where you found him first. Then we can go from there." The older woman seemed open to the idea. Arron took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Hisakari tensed when she grabbed his hand and turned his wrist towards the woman. Recognition lit up in her eyes upon seeing the mark on him, and he averted his gaze with red cheeks.