Like A Hurricane (Kakashi X OC)

Was It Attractive?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters. I only own Shiori

Enjoy

It had become dark outside when I woke up. Groggily I rubbed my eyes that were still slightly stinging from all of the cleaning. Dragging myself to my feet I let out a yawn and made my way over to the bathroom. Running cold water over my hands I splashed my face a couple times before taking a small red towel and drying my face.

I observed my face in the mirror that was placed above the plain ceramic sink. Some of my red hair fell down into my face. I usually kept the length of it pinned up using a hair pin that I had gotten as a gift several years ago. I left my bangs fringed and had them swept to the right. Two longer ropes of hair was left down as well framing my oval face. Jade green eyes still looking sleepy stared back at me. They were framed by long dark eye lashes. My slightly tanned skin sported a small scar on my chin from a previous battle. I patted it with the towel softly trying not to go back to when I got it. I reached up and fixed my hair to its usual up right position checking in the mirror to make sure it looked alright. With a slight smile to my reflection I placed the towel down on the sink and made my way back to the bedroom where I opened my bag to get some clean clothes.

I decided on a pair of shorts similar to the ones I was already wearing. Short and black with no compartments. Only a belt wrapping around the top hem. They fitted and were easy to maneuver in when in a fight. Though I was hoping to avoid any battles in the near future, I had learned to always be prepared. Side effect from being trained a shinobi. As fora shirt I chose a red sleeveless shirt. It left my upper back back bare and showed the small scars that I had accumulated in my early years of being a ninja. Unlike the one on my chin these were better memories. I pulled my arm sleeves back on that reached to right above my elbows then my finger-less gloves onto my hands. On the back they bore a piece of rectangular metal that served as good armor to block kunai at close distance. On my legs I wore my usual thigh highs that came right above my knee. Also black in color. My pouch situated right above the hem and sat comfortably. With simple sandals added  to my feet I was fully outfitted for anything. That included the huge bowl of ramen that I planned to devour.

I made sure to grab my wallet before heading out the door. Locking it behind me I turned and saw someone else at the door of their apartment. The silver hair catching little bits of light from the full moon that was out. He reached up and locked the door in his usual nonchalant way of moving then as if realizing I was standing there he turned and looked at me.His one eye that was showing looked at me lazily. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or through me. Whatever he was doing I found it uncomfortable. Mostly for the fact that I could not read this guy.Something that I wasn't used to. I've always had a knack for reading people and what they were about to do. It's saved my life and the lives of my comrades more times than I could recall.

But this guy.

This slightly slouched, masked, and mysterious guy. I just could not get a read off of him. In truth it made me frustrated more than anything. I sighed slightly taking a step forward looking pass this frustrating man so I could get away from the silence that was between us.

"Shiori was it?" A gentle voice asked as soon as I took my second step.

I looked back up and stared back into that one eye.

"Yes." I nodded

"I always wondered who lived in that apartment. I moved into this one a little over two years ago but never saw anyone exit or enter it. I thought it was just abandoned" He said his tone was easy going and friendly. For some reason it only served to make me even more frustrated. I had no reason at all to feel contempt or any kind of negative feelings toward the man in front of me. I had just met him. Knew nothing about him. Yet my gut was in knots and my head felt really light.