Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ World Collision ❯ What's that you're wearing? ( Chapter 16 )

Alright, I know it's rather late… but I was able to write this despite my brother annoying me with his electric guitar blasting in my ear at the same time I was trying to get into the right mood with other music on, and it was all just a big confusing mess! Anyhow, Heh, a few of you may get a small kick out of parts of this, but if you don't… oh well!

 

~Liliedove

 

 

The next morning, Deidara awoke to find that the girl had for once, obeyed him. There she still lay where he had told her to stay the day before. Not once did he hear her get up. Did she finally have the right idea in her head of what it meant to be his slave? Looking down at her, he saw that she was still sound asleep. Perhaps he should leave her be for a while longer? Letting out a short, snickering breathe, he turned to grab the bundle of clothing he had placed beside his mat. Quickly, he then exchanged the grey robe he was wearing for his black pants, white and black boot-like sandals, and black fish-net shirt. As he zipped up his black and red cloak that covered his whole body but his head and feet, he bent down beside the girl and shook her.

 

“Hey Omae, it's time to get up.” He said as she wrinkled her eyes shut a bit more every few seconds as she muttered something under her breathe. Resting his arms over his bent knees, he stared at her for a few moments to see if he had wakened her enough. Seconds passed, and the girl rolled from her side to her stomach as she buried her head and hands into her pillow. “C'mon girl, wake up. Fine, Jessica, wake up. Oh for the love of peace, would you just wake up already!” He shouted as he gave her a hard shove that made her turn over to her back.

 

Startled, the girl's eyes flew open as she quickly sat up from where she lay. “What,” she said looking around. Spotting Deidara, she shrank back a little as she saw him look down at her.

 

“It's about time you've gotten up.” He said with an annoyed frown on his face. As Jessica gave a small noise of acknowledgement, he walked towards the door before turning back to look at her. “Do whatever you need to do to be ready to go somewhere. I'll be back.”

 

Sliding the door closed behind him, he took the right down the hall. It seemed as if everything were still sleeping that morning. Perhaps it was because he would rise so early in the morning, though he knew that he couldn't be the only one who had made a habit of doing so.

 

As he walked out of the building, he looked around before he exhaled loudly. “Just another lousy day of life, huh,” he said to no one in particular as he strode down the dirt street. The first thing in his mind he decided to do was to buy some food for him and the girl. Looking around, he found that a lot of shops were still closed. Wasn't this a travelers' village? You'd think that everything would constantly stay open because of that. Though it was still shady and the lamp posts were still lit, the sun had come up enough over the horizon to allow one to see everything pretty clearly.

 

After walking for a good five minutes, he came across a small raman shop that had a sign signaling that they were open for business that morning. Sighing as he walked into the stall, he sat on one of the stools. For the past four days or so, this had been the only shop he could find near the inn that served food this early. This, of course, resulted in him having soup for breakfast every day since they got there.

 

“Hello sir, what can I get for ya?” A man, who looked to be in his early fifties, said with a smile from behind the counter. As Deidara quickly scanned the menu he had seen a lot lately, he rested his chin on his hand as he leaned forward on the counter.

 

“Ya, I'll take one of the day's specials for here, and one to go.” He replied as leaned back a bit. The aging man then punched in a few keys on his cash register before he repeated what the blond had told him to a few other employees in the back of the booth.

 

“It should be out in a few minutes sir.” He said before attending to another costumer who had walked in. Blowing at his hair, Deidara tapped his fingers on the counter as he tried to entertain himself during the wait. To make him annoyed even further, he felt someone bump into him.

 

“Hey watch it!” He yelled as he turned to look at the one who had assaulted him. There, standing behind him, was a woman who couldn't have been older than twenty five years old. She was dressed in what looked like a kimono down to her waist, but she then wore a pair of off white shorts instead of wearing a full kimono. With a shocked look on her face, she pushed back her shoulder length blonde hair as she looked at him.

 

“I'm sorry sir, please forgive my clumsiness.” She said quickly as she bowed slightly in respect. Blinking a few times, he grunted before he turned back towards the counter as his food was placed before him. As an idea popped in his mind, he looked back at the woman a moment later that was now leaving the stall.

 

“Hey miss,” he said getting her attention. As she turned her head to look at him, he continued on. “Where did you buy your top from, may I ask?”

 

“You like it?” She replied as she a smile formed on her face. “I saw it at the store that's located right down the street. I was really happy when I found this in the colors I wanted it to be in. My fiancée liked it too; he said that baby blue and yellow suit me.”

 

“Right,” he said as he gave her one last glance. Turning back to his meal without giving the girl a polite farewell, he broke a pair of chopsticks apart and started to poke at his food. “Just right down the street huh?” He thought to himself. “I never really liked the color scheme Sasori-san picked out for the girl anyhow. Red really isn't her color. It's fine with her fair skin, but that short, choppy looking brown hair and those hazel eyes? No, that never really settled with me… I don't want to be seen walking around with a girl who looks like she's some lost puppy who decided to follow me around. I need to uphold my reputation, yes that's it!”

 

As he finished off the last of his soup, he took out his pouch of coins and paid the man who thanked him with a smile before he left to see if he could find this store the woman had spoke about. She didn't mention any shop names, though it couldn't be that hard to find could it?

Smirking at the fact that he was right, he found that the store was only about four boxes down from the raman shop. He knew it must have been it, because the very shirt she had been wearing was displayed in one of the front rows of the display counters. Looking over them, he found that it came in many different colors and sizes. He almost felt silly doing this, but how would he get them otherwise? Sasori had gotten the girl's current outfit all on his own, but yet again he was Sasori.

 

“Alright, better just do this,” He thought to himself as he picked up a few of the different merchandise that suited his tastes. If this was his slave, then he was going to dress her as if she were his slave; not Sasori's. Sasori may be bland and not care about style, but he wasn't Sasori now was he?