Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Poor Fools ❯ My name ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

 

Mrs. Lovett was on top of the counter. She was currently posed as a stray cat sitting on the counter. Her fur was pure black and her eyes were a piercing green that seemed to stare into people soul.

 

`A person is standing at my door?' she thought confused. She shook her head and meowed softly. `They're either insane, from out of town or just a figment of my imagination.' She jumped off the counter and slowly and gracefully walked to the ledge of the window and jumped up onto the ledge to see who was outside.

 

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a handsome but seemingly deadly man in front of her door. `Who might that be, I wonder.' Her thoughts provoked her to continue to stare at the man. She noticed an odd familiarity when she saw him but all she could see was a masculine figure and bright red locks of hair that covered his face.

 

She then jumped back down and just shook her head. `They would never enter this meat pie shop. After the awful taste it brings.'

 

Mrs. Lovett then meowed softly to herself, only to begin grooming herself. She didn't pay much attention to the man at her door. She knew he would never enter.

 

It was then that the bell of her door caught her attention. Her green eyes widened as she looked at the red haired man. He seemed to look back with piercing blue eyes. Her thoughts were wild as she recognized the tattoo over his right eye. There on top of his right eye was the Kanji that she knew all too well. She had to be sure though, it could be a trick.

 

She didn't realize how long she had been staring when she realized the man was about to leave. She quickly jumped off, transforming to her real for at the same time. She then briskly walked and grabbed the man's shoulders. “Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a fright! I thought you was a ghost half a minute.”

 

He looked at her as he turned. He was about to kill her for touching him when he recongized the green eyes staring at him. The only difference was that they weren't full of the emotion they use to be. They were dull, tainted and looked like they were almost lost. He then let her do what she wanted as she continued to speak.

 

“Can't you sit?” She said pushing him towards a seat, “Sit ya down! Sit!” she yelled as she pushed him down into the seat. She could tell he was completely bewildered by her actions be she couldn't care less. “I'm sorry, all I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you come in for a pie sir?” All the man before her could do was nod, he had no idea what else he could do. “Do forgive me if my head is a little vague.” She then walked back to the counter as she picked up the roller and a cockroach ran across the counter. “Ugh! What was that? But you'd think we had the plague.” She then whipped the roller at the cockroach, killing it in one swift action.

 

The man was confused at this woman. He didn't know how to react to her. He had never been so… he couldn't even describe his emotions. He didn't even know if there was a word for it other than confused, but that didn't even cover it properly.

 

He noticed she kept muttering to herself, kind of like he would. He strained his ears to listen to the conversation she was having with herself. “From the way the people keep avoiding, No you don't!” she then whacked the roller, for a second time, down on the counter. It looked like she had killed another cockroach that had seemed to infest her cooking area. She then looked at the man and said “heaven knows I try sir! But there's no one who in even to inhale.” She then shook her head and then perked up at the man. “Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?”

 

The man just nodded. “That would be great,” his voiced gruffly. It was the first time he had spoken since entering the little shop.

 

She smiled for the first time at him and he noticed how very much like it was to Keiko's almost identical, if not the same.

 

He noticed she was muttering again. This time, though, he didn't have to strain his ears to listen. “Mind you I can hardly blame them. These are probably the worst pies in Konoha. I know why nobody cares to take them, I should know, I make `em, but good … no. The worst pies in Konoha, even that's polite.”

 

She then walked back to the kitchen and grabbed a pie for the man. She then walked over to him with it and stuck it in his face. “If you dare to take a bite,” she muttered to him. He looked at her and she walked away. He then picked the thing up, looking at it then took a bite. His face went pale as he slowly chewed it. He now knew what she meant. He spat it out looking at with disgust. “Is that just disgusting, you'll have to concede it , it's nothing but crusting, here drink this,” she said looking at him pitifully, “you'll need it.”

 

He then glared at her when she looked at him with pity. She put the drink on the table but backed away. “These are the worst pies in Konoha.” She said. “And no wonder with the price of meat what it is, when you get it, never thought I'd live to see the day. Men think it was a treat findin' poor animals, what are dying in the street.”

 

He looked at her, “has the price gone up that much.”

 

She nodded looking at him. “Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop. Does a business but I notice something weird. Lately, all her neighbours' cats have disappeared. Have to hand it to her, what it calls, enterprise, poppin' pussies into pies.”

 

He looked at her with disgust when she told him this. “Has Konoha really fallen that much.” He muttered to himself more than to her.

 

“Wouldn't do it in my shop. Just the thought of it is enough to make you sick and I'm telling you that pussy cat is quick. No denying times is hard, sir.”

 

“Must be,” he muttered once again, not really realizing he was sympathizing her.

 

She then started muttering again. She went on about how horrible her pies where, which he wouldn't disagree with. Something, though, caught his attention. When she muttered, “Ah sir, times is hard.”

 

He then grimaced as he walked over to a stair case which seemed to never be used. “If times is so hard why don't you use the room up these stairs? You could rent it out, it might bring you something.”

 

She shook her head, “I knew you were an out of towner. No one will go near that place. They think it's haunted.”

 

This caught his attention. “Haunted?”

 

“Yeah… see, something happened up there, something nasty.” She then walked towards the stair case and stared off into space as she continued. “There was this ninja and his lover you see, pretty little thing, silly little nit, poor thing. There was this judge you see, wanted her like mad, everyday he sent her a flower, but did she come down from her tower. Poor thing, ah! But there was worse yet to come. The beadle came and called on her all polite. The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, he blames himself for her dreadful plight, she must come straight to his house tonight, poor thing. Of course when she gets there poor thing, poor thing, their having this ball all in masks. There is no one she knows there poor dear, poor thing, she wonders tormented and drinks poor thing, The judge has repented she thinks, `oh where is judge she asks.' He was there all right only not so contrite.” Her voice started to shake, the man noticed this quickly. He could also smell a bit of salt in the air, he thought it was just from the kitchen. He didn't know it was from the tears; now spilling down her face, for her back was facing him. “She wasn't a match for such craft you see and everyone thought it so drull. They figured she ahd to be daft you see so all of them stood there and laughed you see, poor thing.”

 

His anger was all built in within him. He had no idea what had happened to his lover when he was sent away. His anger, boiled up was let out in one valiant scream of agony. The woman in front of him was so bewildered that she turned around, not thinking about the tears that had stained her face.

 

“I mean…” he whispered, looking at her tear stained face for the first time, realizing where the scent of salt came from. “Would no one show her mercy?”

 

She looked at him confused. “Who are you?”

 

“I came to ask you that.” He said looking at her familiar green eyes. His blue eyes dancing with hope.

 

She was now scared, “if you're from that awful Judge turn and leave, I haven't been near him. Nor do I ever want to be.”

 

He looked angered as he stared at the woman in front of him. “I want nothing to do with that vile snake. I came to ask for your name.”

 

“To you my name is Mrs. Lovett.”

 

“What's your first name?”

 

“You're in my shop, I don't care how much of a shop it's not it's still mine. You are a customer so I want your name first.”

 

He huffed in anger, “Woman do you have any idea who you're talking to?!”

 

“No, nor do I care,” She yelled.

 

“I am the Kazekage of the Village hidden in the Sand. You will show me respect. It was then that sand started to leak from the gourd he was carrying around. It moved it's way slowly to Mrs. Lovett who stood firmly in place.

 

“I said I don't care, I want your name first.” She said slowly and tentavley. She had only known one person who could manipulate sand so well without using any hand signs of any sort. Was he a descendant? No he couldn't be. Her thoughts stopped trailing when the sand wrapped around her ankles. The sand was warm against her skin. It was a feeling she had missed so much.

 

“You will give me your name.” The man whispered looking at the woman who huffed in agitation. He was surprised she wasn't scared of him bye now.

 

“Fine, fine.” She muttered, “but you better not go telling people I live here. If that Judge finds me I'm done for.”

 

The man nodded.

 

“My name is Keiko Santana, I'm the only Meta-morph left alive.”

 

The man froze, looking at the woman. Silence overtaking the two who were now standing alone in a Meat Pie shop.