Chapter 1: The evening where your fish and bed get stolen

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The whole day the sky above Konoha had looked like soon the gates of heaven would open. Grey clouds piled up, slowly floating closer and growing into a massive wall of darkness, plus the thunder rolling in the distance from time to time. You, in your thick chunin vest and the long standard ninja pants, cursed the high humidity. Sweat poured down your back and gathered in your neck, only easing when you bound your annoyingly thick hair into a ponytail. Now, as you exited the T&I center, the very first drops of rain began to fall and not the shy, soft ones. No, the heaven maybe hesitated for the whole day, but when it opened, the gates were ripped open, with all its might.

You cried frustrated out as the massive shower of warm summer rain hit you. "FUCK!"

With your enhanced speed it would've been no problem to outrun a thorough soak, but there was the pile of files in your arms. Your harsh but fair boss Ibiki Morino ordered you to go through them, to correct any mistakes and rewrite some of the handwritten notes in there (your jammed letters really resembled chicken's scratch, you knew) and so you would, but had the goddamn rain to come down when you were about to go home!?

"Great." You mumbled under your breath as you walked down the street, trying to shield the feeble papers with your own body and watching the last people running hurriedly into the safety of their houses. Rain already made its way under your clothes, making the fabric of the vest and shirt underneath sticking to your skin. You grimaced at the wet feeling. Time for a lukewarm shower tonight. Seriously, first the heat residing over Konoha for weeks and now the great downpour.

Your small flat was at a decent distance to your workplace, not really far away, but also not exactly around the corner. The shortcut over the roofs lasted maybe ten minutes, but walking the same road the civilians of Konoha used every day, was taking nearly forty minutes. Thank god the files weren't completely destroyed and soaked when you finally entered the street where your house was located. Your toes were muddied, your mood was horrible (you liked rain, but not when you had important work documents in your arms) and your stomach was hanging somewhere at the height of your knees. Craving for a nice easy dinner and already named shower, you just wanted to escape the rain.

But there was something sitting in front the doorstep, just as soaked as you, but surely being more than only miserable. A cat. The eyes fixed on the door, like it would open magically if the small animal had the power to make them open by the mere power of its stare.

You weren't really surprised. Around Konoha your district was famous for harboring swarms of cats and many lovers of said arrogant and lazy animal moved here to feed the homeless ones and spoil them into fat douchebags. Also you had your fair share of encounters and until today you thought you knew every cat near your flat. But this small poor thing was new.

You stopped for a split second, watching the cat not even flinch when you spoke up. "What are you doing here, huh? In this weather?"

The left ear turned to you, but otherwise nothing. So it wasn't an affectionate one. Good, you were always down for some cuddles, but not today, not with files piling in your arms and dripping rain all over the place. With a sigh you stomped around the cat and tried to find your keys. Not in your pockets. Not in your vest. Maybe...

Sure. Naturally you had to forget your keys on your desk back in the office when it was raining and you had sensitive information with you which you couldn't leave alone to run back and get your keys! For a short second you allowed yourself to dwell in your self-pity, then you shook your head. You were a ninja! Something like this stupid lock wouldn't stop you from entering your own home!

Settling the files carefully down, you glanced at the cat, which still hadn't moved one inch. "Don't get your tail twisted okay? And don't rant me out to your owner, alright?"

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