Mutual Distaste [Plot]

[Yamanaka Inori]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #7C5E7F; border: solid 3px #350028; border-radius: 20px;] would someone care to classify "Oh, really? Are they blind, or do they just have bad taste in hairstyle?" She hadn't said 'bad taste in everything,' though she had wanted to see how he would react to that, simply out of a sense of self-preservation. He might not stoop to killing her for pissing him off, but he damn well might want to "spar" with her in order to totally kick her ass, and he wouldn't pull his punches - at least, that's what she assumed, anyway. Inori didn't think that Satori had any moral qualms with beating the hell out of a genin if his precious pride was wounded. "You, work? What a shocker. Catch me, I think I'm going to faint." Instead of moving any further into the man's house, Inori leaned against the door, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim candlelight. What was he going to do now? She doubted that he was actually going to do anything productive, and instead bother her, but what on earth had he planned? Bringing her to his house was suspicious enough in her mind, but... "What? Excuse me? I'm not cooking anything for you, Uchiha. I'd rather let you starve." She hadn't agreed to any of this, and if he thought she was going to cook him dinner just because he couldn't deal with her sarcasm, he had another thing coming. Inori didn't even care that he had promised to pay her - she didn't want his money anyway. "Besides, are you sure you'd want to trust me in your kitchen? I might poison you." Not that she would. Probably. Well, if she knew how to concoct a good poison... Okay, so, no, she still wouldn't, but the thought was enticing indeed. words 303 tags satori notes 2448/2500 our broken hearts and twisted minds

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[Uchiha Satori]

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[atrb=cellspacing,4,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Vrs56.png); border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #222222;] He sighed and shook his head at the girl's response. Did she really have to keep attacking his hair? It took a long time to style it like this... "Maybe you're the one with bad taste. How many boyfriends have you had again?" He knew the answer was zero. Who would ever want to go out with this girl? She'd probably wear them out before the end of the day. Somehow she was managing to even wear him down, and Sato had a reputation for propensity. He moved over to a nearby desk and pushed some of the scrolls to the side until he found a particular one with a red binding, pulling it from the stack and sliding it into his sleeve before going through the pile again, searching for a second one, "Yes, work. It seems that someone has been kidnapping villagers as of late, and I would like to find them before bodies start turning up." His statement wasn't particularly true in that he already knew who and where the perpetrator was, but there was no reason to share that information with Inori. In truth, his main intention for now was putting together a small task force to take the target out. Despite being able to pull anyone he wished from the Police Force, Satori didn't have many options when it came to... 'sensitive' matters. All of the shinobi who specialized in stealth and the like were already drafted into the ANBU, while the rejects were dumped on him. Perhaps that wasn't fair to them. It wasn't that they were bad, just not as skilled as their ANBU counterparts. Maybe he should consider asking the Hokage to lend them a man or two... "If you don't wish to stay, the door is right there." Sato didn't bother turning to address the girl. He was sure that she could hear him just fine as it was. While she was free to leave, he was sure that she wouldn't. Even as stubborn and thick-headed that girl was, he knew she'd given in eventually. But really, he should have a word with her father. Although he knew Inodori would probably tell him to get stuffed, it wouldn't hurt to see old 'friends' again. Not that the man had ever forgiven him for that particular incident, but surely that was all in the past now? "And... I probably already have a tolerance built for whatever poison you could come up with; comes with being at war with a country famed for it, I suppose. Either way, I doubt a Genin would have the foresight to bring along Wolf's Bane or whatever else, anyway. Maybe if you were a Yamanaka you would, considering how much they tend to know about various flora, but you Akimichi? Heh." It was probably dangerous to give the girl information that she would surely use against him at some point- but carrying around poison wasn't the worst thing for a shinobi to be doing. It might actually save her life one day. If snark was the only way to get advice through that thick skull of hers, then snark is what she would be getting in kind. 2500/2500 Words — give in, to the shadows that keep calling for you tonight obey the shadows cry

[Yamanaka Inori]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #7C5E7F; border: solid 3px #350028; border-radius: 20px;] would someone care to classify Well, he had her there. She'd never been on a single date with anyone... though it wasn't exactly like she had sought out a boyfriend. "If you consider avoiding Uchihas to be bad taste, then I guess you'd be right." Inori wasn't embarrassed by his little dig about her never having had a boyfriend; frankly, she didn't care to have one, because most of the boys around her age were incredibly annoying. A string of kidnappings... That didn't sound all that pleasant. Inori couldn't help but be a little curious about what was going on, but the Yamanaka doubted he would say one more word about the case. Confidential police force knowledge and whatnot. Even if it wasn't confidential, she'd pissed him off, so he'd just tell her to mind her own business anyway. People sucked. Part of her - a very large part, at that - wanted to walk out that door and never look back and let the damnable Uchiha starve, or at the least be forced to cook something himself. But at the same time, she would feel just the slightest bit bad. He did have important work to do, and he was actually trying to do it... Oh, it wouldn't hurt to stick around and make him something, would it? Sighing, Inori went looking for his kitchen, and eventually found it. The Yamanaka rummaged around in his cupboards and pantry until she found just the right thing. A short while later, she returned to where the Uchiha was sitting and set a bowl down on his desk, with a pair of chopsticks resting on top of it. "Here. Hope you like instant ramen. Bye, Uchiha." And the Yamanaka walked out the door, still wanting to strangle the Uchiha she had left within. words 305 tags satori notes 2753/2500 our broken hearts and twisted minds

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