[Chapter 33: A Good Title For This Chapter]

Dear Megumi,

Gaara is good, don't worry about that! Actually, ever since the chunin exams, he's been pushing himself to become a better person. Ah, though you would already know that, I would assume!

And Shiori... I have heard about him from my grandmother. I believe he was one of the youngest shinobis to fight in the second great ninja war and survive. That must mean they are a great teacher! I can not be the judge of that, however.

And I do think my fuinjutsu would be much help— or, at least, I hope.

Ah, it seems I have written all that I needed to at the moment, apologies for that. I hope for a reply soon!

—Kugui

"How do you do it?" I asked him. The male standing next to me hummed, moving his attention from his writing to glance at me. "How are you so... so perfect???"

Chiaddo snorted, laying his notebook and pen down against the table. "What do you mean?" The gleam in his eyes was indicating that he was entertained, an amusement that added on to his charming effect... not gonna lie, it was hot.

And that's what creeps me out.

Going off-topic for a bit, it 'twas yet another cafe meeting with Hiro. Except for once, he was actually late. Chiaddo here, like the amazing guy he is, was pitying oh poor me, which led to us talking as it was his break.

"Literally—" I waved my arms around as if that would make explaining easier. "Just one look at you and everybody looks ready to have your babies!" I exclaimed, earning a chuckle in return. I gave him a look, even with that and people are blushing! I couldn't help but think as I watched the people go red as if it was a chemical reaction to just one voice. And hey, maybe it was.

Leaning with his elbow propped against the wooden table, the waiter cupped one cheek with a small smile. "What can I say?" That you're secretly a ninja and using genjutsu on everybody? "I guess everybody likes me." I giggled, albeit a little skeptical, looking away for just a second. The fact that he sounded so genuine that I don't even know if it's narcissism or a fact.

"I'm here!" A voice boomed out across the cafe. Glancing out of the booth, my eyes focused on Hiro, who was hunched in front of the building's door out-of-breath. I giggled, did he literally just sprint his ass here?

Chiaddo, being the sly fucker he was, just straightened his back and, with a wink, pressed a finger against his lips. "Inside voices, please." I snorted, almost spitting on my tea.

The Hyuuga's cheeks bloomed pink as people laughed at him. Trying to stifle my laughter with a hand, I watched as he trudged to our table in shame. Sitting on his side, he grabbed a spoon and shoved a piece of his pumpkin pie, annoyance lacing his light, narrowed eyes. "...Did you have to do that, Chiaddo?"

The guy only smirked. "Hey, just trying to keep the volume down." Twirling his pen, he glanced at both at us. "You know, I'm surprised you two aren't a—"

"Chiaddo."

The said male stepped away with his hands up in surrender. "Ok, okay! I'll be going now." He curled some of his fingers to do finger guns, his other hands grabbing a curtain. "Good luck out there!"

I blinked, what does that mean? But before I could even bother to ask, the waiter closed the curtains together, erasing the chance to. Huh. I shrugged, oh well. Darting my attention back at my reincarnated buddy, his posture was still hunched, though now his eyes were wide and drawn back at curtains with his fist clenched against the table.

I rose a brow, taking a sip of my tea. "Something wrong?" Was my attempt to question the dark-haired individual. The boy flinched, snapping his neck back at me. I giggled, albeit the fact that I was a bit concerned. "It's usually me who calls these dates. And you're usually on time and stuff."

"Oh— yeah." Hiro fumbled on his words, relaxing as he did so. "It's actually not really important but," The ninja took another bite of his food. "I'm trying to become a medic-nin."

What. Blinking rapidly, I placed my cup of tea against the table gently. "Really?"

He furrowed his brows, forming a quizzical expression. "What's up with that response, huh, Princess?"

I giggled, cupping my cheeks with my hands as I leaned forward. "Sorry, sorry!" I titled my head, "But I can't really—" My mouth went shut as I thought about it again. "Never mind— I can. But wouldn't your clan object with that?"

He averted his gaze, using silence as his answer.

I smiled. "You didn't tell them, did you?"

"So?" Hiro shot back, at least having the decency to have a sheepish expression as he crossed his arms. "It's my decision!"

I giggled, "Oh man, you are gonna get in so much shit when your elders find out."

He groaned as if he didn't think of that. "Don't remind me." Flicking up his fork, we both watched in boredom as he caught it effortlessly. "I wish didn't have to deal with elders like you—" My friend cut himself off, darting his eyes at me. His body became tense as he seemed to become smaller.

Oh, so he thinks he was insulting? I smiled, waving him off with a dismissive hand before he could say anything. Well, I'm going to be an asshole. "Don't worry~" I assured Hiro with a cheery tone, perplexing him. "I fucking hated those old hags. I'm glad they died!"

I could only giggle at his face.

Circling the rim of my teacup with an index finger, "But good for you, it's probably gonna be really important in the future."

"For the whole saving-the-world-shit? Probably not." He objected with a shrug. "I'm not gonna be the next Tsunade or whatever,"

"Hey~!" I whined, "You never know— heck, you might even save Sasuke instead of that Big-dick wannabe!"

Hiro raised his brow, "...Who?"

"Kabuto."

"Oh."

"Yup, it's probably better that way." I smiled, torturing the bastard internally. Should've thrown something bigger than a shoe... like Kiba. I opted to change the topic again before I indulged in a very detailed plan as to how to murder and to get away with it whilst creating a new religion. "So have you met Shiori? I'm pretty sure he goes there sometimes."

"I've seen him pass by but never talked to him." Came his reply. His eyes narrowed. "I just don't know how to approach it." I opened my mouth— "I am not going to sneak up on him— that's a death wish."

"Oh come on!" I let out. "He did it to Kakashi and it turned out just fine!"

"What."

"Yeah— drugged him up too."

"What."

I giggled, "But that's another story for another day~!"

"No, I'm pretty sure I need to know—"

"Anyways," Even with his objection, I turned the topic away. Again. I took another sip of my drink before continuing. "Is that it? You didn't have set up a meeting for that."

His brows furrowed, straightening up from his chair. "I—" Hiro's mouth clamped shut, biting back his words. I tilted my head, why is he hesitating? Does he have something to hide? I examined further: the pull of his lips, his clenched fists, the averting eyes, the light dust of his cheeks.

It hit me.

"Ah~" My mouth stretched out for a grin. I leaned in, standing up from my chair with aloud skid.

Hiro reeled back, staring at me with wide eyes. "Wh—what?"

As if I was delirious, giggles erupted from my lungs. "You Tsun Tsun~" I teased with glee. "You could've just told me that you missed this adorable ass!" But it been a while since we talked, actually.

"Oi!" He shot back, though it seemed only futile as his blush only darkened. "I told you to not call me that!"

"Awww, he's in denial!" I couldn't help but comment cheerfully. "Don't worry, my dear tsun, you'll learn to admit your undying love for me!"

"He- hey!"

Hmm... I glanced at all of my weapons. Some of my kunai are getting dull and I broke some of my wires. I checked my money, and I don't want to buy new ones, it costs too much money. I tossed my head around multiple times as if that would help me figure out what to do.

And it worked!

Which is how I ended up here: a weapon store. Grabbing the door handle, I opened it up and peered in, a bell jingling above me. "Coming!" A voice called out from the store, sounding a bit familiar.

Stepping inside, the interior was filled with glass cases, weapons of all kinds displayed clearly for attraction. I hummed with examining eyes, not what I'm after but they do look cool. My eyes darted to the soft sounds of hurried footsteps, where a certain brunette rushed into the counter. "Tenten?"

At the sound of her name, she perked up and glanced at me. "Oh!" She exclaimed, relaxing her body as she did so. "Megumi, right?"

With a growing smile, I giggled. "Yup." I walked in closer. "Didn't know you worked in a weapon's shop."

"Not just that," The girl shrugged, leaning against the counter with arms crossed, "But I live in it too. My house is just on the other side." Huh, makes sense— sort of. "So here to buy anything?"

I nodded, "Yeah, just wondering if you have it." I glanced around, well, it's not really a weapon... "Do you have a whetstone?"

Tenten blinked, straightening her back. "Oh, you need it to sharpen your weapons?"

"Mhm," I also blinked, remembering another detail. "I also need new iron wires too."

"Okay then," Tenten concludes with a smile, walking out of her counter. "Just stay they and I'll go get the material!" And then she walked back to where she was before: out of my sight.

...Well, this is awkward. I couldn't help but think, my hands held behind my back. I hummed out a small tune, letting my mind drift to the fluffy, soft clouds.

When will recording cameras exist? I might get them for Hiro's birthday. Speaking of Hiro, how'd he get his hair so spiky? Is it hair gel or is it natural? I mean, it is anime so...

I wonder how Naruto and Sasuke are doing— omfg, they must be so lonely without me! Aww, don't worry you cuties, your awesome sister misses you too!

...I want a flamethrower. I wanna shoot a flamethrower. Are there any flamethrowers here? Can I make a flamethrower— wait.

I the flamethrower.

"I'm back, sorry it took so long!" Tenten announces her return with the needed materials, stabbing back behind the glass counter. With light footing, I spun around with wide eyes.

"Oh yeah!" I placed my hands behind my back. "Yup, totally wasn't thinking about committing arson." I exclaimed with a small smile.

She only shot me a concerned look, the grip of a bag loosening. "Are— are you always like this?"

"At times I'm gushing about some cute person and other times I'm planning to fuck up someone's day." Came my very amused response, leaning forward slightly with a hand over my mouth to conceal any giggles threatening to fall out. "Might as well get used to it."

"Uh... sure." The kunoichi said with hesitance laced in her tone. Despite my narration just a few seconds ago, I giggled. "Anyways, I got what you wanted: a whetstone and iron wires."

I inched closer, peering to examine all objects that were now out of her bag. Picking up the sandpaper-like block, I held it close to my eye. It's just a block, yet it can do so many things. Lowering it, the ends of my lips quirked upwards, "Thanks! Now I need to learn how to actually use it."

She tilted her head in puzzlement, "You don't know how to use it?"

"Yup!" I responded, albeit with a shrug. "Kinda just bought new ones when mine dulled but I need to save up money..."

"Hmm..." The double-bun female placed her thumb and index finger under her chin with her other arm propped under it. She then snapped her fingers as if she had just figured out an answer. The brunette pointed a finger at me, "Why don't I teach you?!"

I blinked, did I pass the friendship stage already?!

"Really?!" I asked with a wide smile. This makes it much easier!

She waved me off, "Not today of course, but I am willing to do so!" Tenten crossed her arms but smiled back at me, "Also, you look like someone who's fun to be with!"

"Well— yeah, how else would this fanfic be interesting?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Anyways," With a clap of my hands, I tilted my head with a smile. "I look forward to learning!"

She laughed humorlessly, "It's actually not that much but thanks." The girl held her hand out, "And that'll be 1800 yen!"

I blinked at the sound of the cost, I forgot I actually had to pay for stuff! I subtly darted my eyes, is it tempting enough to just run away with the stuff? I contemplated it for a hot take.

But in the end, I ended up paying like the responsible person I was.

❣✍✌

"I swear to my bones, if you don't shut the up I will personally punch you!"

"Why of course you would, that is how punching works. Also, does your flea-sized brain not tell that I am not uttering any words, or does your brain not exist at all?"

Oh...

Oh

From my seat, I couldn't help but stifle my giggles whilst staring at the bickering two. Well— the pitiful one-side bickering. If this was an anime (I mean, it kinda is), I wouldn't sweat-dropped.

I knew that they had conflicting personalities but I didn't think they'd throw hands!