The Garden Path (Daisuke)

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Daisuke blinked slightly when she commented that when he was happy there was something in his eyes. No one had ever told or express that to him, she was the first. He couldn't help but smile at her words tho. It would seem that each of them had the same goal in hand, keeping each other happy for the most part. "I am happy arund you Neko-chan. You don't need to try for the most part there." He wasn't talking about anything like sex or anything for the most part there, there was no need for that sort of talk at the table. That is what he thought anyways.

He nodded slightly when she said that she would follow what he said. Tho the look that she gave could have been seen other wise. He would let it go for now, there was no reason to agrue about this specially when there was nothing really to argue about. She didn't have a job yet but Dai knew that it was only a matter of time that she did. He could not really stop her with placing her money into the apartment if she really wanted to specially since he was not there most of the time. He would have to agree the her there was not much in the apartment other than what his sisters had placed in there for him. Knowing Neko and Rika's taste in things he was sure that she wanted to throw things out and about if she knew that Rika placed some things in here. He took a quick glance around the place but really could not even pick out his sisters style and they each had their own. He was not one t really think about style of other people.

He looked back to her when she talked about she use to be in a band with her brother and the name of the band. The name did ring a bell for him, but at was only because of his friends outside of the clan that use to go to the Den on a normal basic when he was younger. He could not recall if he ever went there while they was there, it was just around that time where the clan had their issues of sort. He smiled slightly and nodded. "I think around that time was when the clan was having their problems and I had to take part in it because my cousin dragged me into everything. I think Hayato hated me and wanted me dead." He shrugged slightly about that. "So I don't think I ever went to the Den while you two was there. Sorry." He thought for a moment and try to see what it would have been like if he had came and seen her back then. Would they still be taking now and being this close? So many possibilities with no answers what so ever. He looked up at her question if he knew how to play anything. He tapped his chopsticks against his bowl with a smile. "If beating on the side of the bowl counts than yes, if it doesn't than no. I was always focus in my training and deal with the clan than anything when I was growing up."

[Kentora Neko]

Neko smiled when Daisuke said she didn’t have to try to make him happy. The warm fuzzy feelings of just being with him washed over her, and she felt her hand reach up and mold to the shape of his cheek. There was a reverence to it, and her eyes seemed to burn with those feelings of adoration. “ Ditto, Dai-Kun.”

When Daisuke mentioned that his clan was having troubles around that time, She tilted her head. How could anyone hate a person like Dai? He was so kind and understanding. Though she was sure he was ruthless in combat, he wasn’t of a cruel nature. Plus she couldn’t see Daisuke being dragged into anything unwillingly. “Dai,…Can I ask you about why this Hayato hated you so much, and about what happened?” Somethings were difficult to discuss, this she knew. It was better to ask first before delving into a difficult subject. She wondered if he had come to The Den to see her play, would she have felt the same way as she did now?…No, she wouldn’t. She knew she would have been wrapped around Denkuza’s finger. Plus, it was because of all the trials she and Dai shared that she was sitting right here at his table. For a moment, she was glad that she had suffered for so long.

She laughed when he tapped the side of his bowl, “You would be surprised what counts as an instrument. That tapping could be considered beautiful in some other culture! But I am determined to teach you to play some instrument. Therefore, you are to come to The Den with me when I go to beg Gao for a job.” She meant it, even if she had to drag him there herself, she was determined to show her new confidant something that was actually fun to do.

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Daisuke felt her hand on his cheek and heard her say that she felt the same way when he was around her. He smiled at her touch and her words. This was the first time he was glad that he had not pushed anything on someone, he could have pushed her into something this morning but because of his nature he didn't and she wanted it just has bad has he did. He was thankful to himself that he didn't give into those urges. It proved that he was not a man just about sex too.

He blinked when she decided to ask about what happened between him and Hayato so long again. He took up another piece of fish and popped it into his mouth trying to decide where to start in this story of his. He leaned back against his chair for a moment or so before looking back up to her, he had been staring down at his food since she asked. "According to Nanami, my oldest sister by six years, our father started to train me and Hayato at the same time, him being thirteen at the time and me about four or so. Supposely my father had chosen Hayato to be the elder of the clan once he was unable to or dead, but a few years down the line he changed his mind because Hayato seemed to be relaying on the Crimson Rings to much. He killed my father when I was seven. That was when I started to study harder, and also the first time I activated the Crimson Rings when Hayato tried to press a lie onto me about something, thats when I lost my first memories of my father. At ten or so, I broke something that caused me to force a lie onto my mother apparently, that day I lost my memories of my father completely. It was also when Hayato had assigned the Breeze Guardian before me to watch over me, he trained me in my wind jutsu and I was able to create mine own. Hayato saw me more has a threat to him over the Elder of the Clan, he thought I wanted to be Elder because everyone was always talking about how advance I was and should have been chosen to be the Elder. Things just started to spiral out of control over time, the more Hayato used the Crimson Rings the more he lost memories of those around him and started to lose his mind more. We all saw it. It was my cousin Kosuke who decided to take action against Hayato. I sided with Kosuke in the long run of things. It took him a good year or so to convenience me to become his Guardian of the Breeze after he took the role of Elder. To this day I have not really known the reason why I gave into Kosuke." He was not sure how she would take that long winded history of his path than but that was the story behind most of him, something that he had not spoken of in some time. He was not even sure how exactly it felt to get that all off his chest either, it was like one big blur of stories combined into one for him.

When he tapped his chopsticks on his bowl he heard her laugh at him and say that anything could be used has a instrument for the most part. He smiled some and blinked when she was determined to teach him how to play something. 'Neko-chan I don't think honestly I would be any good at that sort of things. Listening has always been the one thing I was good at with music." He laughed at her statement tho and thought for a moment of something. "Other than playing music and listening to music what do you like to do? Read? Write?" He didn't really want to be force into something like but if she asked nicely he would do it for her for some reason.

[Kentora Neko]

So, the only reason he was hated, was because he was a temperate, decent, and careful man. If she had been called into that fight, she would’ve taken extra care of Hayato, even if he was skilled in the Crimson rings. Then again, to change the past would be foolish. There was a grim look on Neko’s face as she listened and mentally processed his tale, and he was right. The similarities were astounding, though differently versed. His importance to his clan caused uproar, he lost his Mother and father to his Kekkei Genkai, and Someone considered him a threat to the order of things just because of who he was. The only things she saw that were different…was that he hadn’t lost his sisters and hadn’t lost the love of his life. In this, she was envious, but there was so much more to Dai than just his past, or his gift. There was a quality to him that wanted to be noticed, an emotional, caring person but still reserved and observant. A...Sensei-ish quality. Her face was still a little grim when she awoke from her thoughts, her eyes slightly cold and professional, “I see. Perhaps you felt as though Kosuke could be trusted. Do you feel betrayed?” Her emotions were chill now, but that was because she was focused on how he felt. She was suppressing her wants so that she could try and understand without them interfering with her judgement.

Daisuke was stubborn, just like her, and she smiled when he told her that he wouldn’t be good at it. Neko let her vocal cords relax, a smooth and totally not seductive purr emanating from her as she asked “P-p-please Dai-Kun? Sur-rely you’re not inept. I R-really want to teach you something. If you still don’t want to after I teach you, then I’ll let you off, I Pur-romise.” Neko was experimenting with Dai right now, but if it didn’t work, that was okay. She would find something to teach him.

She brightened again when he asked what else she liked to do, I like to paint sometimes… but they’re terrible. Trying new stuff is fun too. Writing is a little bit of a hobby, but the poems I wrote weren’t very...uh poetic. Cooking is one of the best things I can do. Then I also like to….” She stopped, a flush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. She quickly dropped her gaze to the fish, gracefully filling her mouth so she couldn’t speak. It was way too girly and embarrassing.

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Daisuke listened to Neko's question on the topic of him trusting Kosuke and feeling betrayed for the most part. This was the first time that someone had asked him these questions and he was not sure how he was suppose to feel or anything about this. He took another bite of fish and then some rice. These was not questions that he was not going to take lightly because a wrong answer was not something he gave in the first place. He took a deep breath before taking a drink of his tea and looked back up to her and smiled slightly. "You really know how to place someone on the spot like that Neko-chan. I know that Kosuke does not relay on the Crimson Rings like I do not. I know that any moves he makes in the clan is something that needs to be changed within the clan for the better. As for Hayato I think I did feel betrayed with his answers since I was little. I suppose he had has much trust with me has I had with him. I do not regret taking his life when I did. He betrayed the clan and everything it stood for. So in the long run of things I guess I do trust Kosuke." He was not blind, he saw her curiosity in her face and heard it in her voice, he could not help but to smile has she was trying to find out why he said their clans seemed to be the same at times but different as well.

He raised his eyebrow at her when she started to purr slightly. He knew that she was not trying to be seductively. She just wanted to agree to allow her to teach him an instrument. He gave a laugh and shock his head slightly and found herself giving into her rather easy for the most part. "Fine, just one try tho. If I don't like it, we will find something else that you can teach me." He got a warm feeling that made him smile when she purred like that, he wasn't sure why it meant that she was happy considering that she thought of herself has a cat to a point right?

He found interesting to her was rather interesting about what she liked to do. He wrote in a notebook that he kept near him most of the time so he could write down the names and placed he had been in case he was force to use the Crimson Rings in a fight. He never knew why they would activate the was the down side of not learning how to control the eyes. He nodded slightly about what she liked to do. He was about to say something when she cut herself off and blushed slightly. He smirked and took a piece of fish up in his chopsticks and placed it towards her lips. He also pulled the plate away from her. "Tell me what else and you might be able to have some more fish..."

[Kentora Neko]

Neko’s cool demeanor dropped when he told her that she had put him in a difficult position. She listened to his answer, then said gently “I didn’t mean to put a spotlight on you, Dai, I just want to understand and try to help. A difference between you and I is that I didn’t want to leave or abandon my home. I adored the structure of my clan, I took pride in the fact that I was a Kentora. It was like being a patriot to a country, knowing that you are a part of something like that was…enthralling. I know I make my father out to be a cruel man sometimes, but he wasn’t. He was stern, yes, but not cruel. He guided the clan with a very wise and careful hand, and everyone thought the best of him. In jest, we called him Torakage in town, but the Tsuchikage got wind of it and actually addressed my father as such. That made me feel, empowered, but he wanted an explanation afterward. I know your clan has gone through such turmoil, and horrible things have happened to you but why have you wandered for so long if your family still loves you?” She really was curious to know why he had left.

She purred louder when she finally got the consent to teach him, and Smiled brightly, “Deal, I’ll try to not make it boring!” She mentally thought of all the instruments in Gao’s Club, trying to find the one item that fit him. Bah, shed know it when she saw it.

Neko’s eyes narrowed when he stole her salvation, and she sought a new escape. Her eyes brightened considerably upon finding one and she quickly ignored the delicious piece of fish to retrieve her bowl of Miso soup, which she quickly delved into, a victorious smirk on her lips. Daisuke would have to play harder than that to milk it out of her. Miso soup to the rescue!

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Dai listened to her she loved her clan even when she didn't get treated kindly by her father for the most part. Then the Tsuchikage wanted answers about what went on in the clan. The Tsuchikage did somehow stayed out of the Iwahashi problems for the most part. When they had to deal with a member they hide it under a mission to take them out. Dai had never really had to do one of those missions yet and always hoped that he would never have to either. It was just wrong to him to do something like that. Even when the war within the clan broke out there was not much of involvement of anyone in the village. He blinked when she asked him why he choose to wander around instead of staying here in the village with the clan since he was love. He loved his sisters and would do anything for them if asked. He watched her for a second before standing up and going where he had laid his pouch when he cleaned off the table. He pulled out a notebook from it and returned to the table.

When he sat back down he pushed the notebook towards her. Inside was names and places. "I wander because I fear the Crimson Rings. If I can not be given a mission by the Tsuchikage, or Kosuke and I am not force to lie about something I can not activate the Crimson Rings. I never tried to activate them to learn on to control them. I don't need power, if I relay on the rings more and more I will lose my mind. That is something I do not want. The only time that I know I have activated them are when I am in a battle or one time with that lie with my mother. It also protects me from having the Crimson Rings used on me, Hayato tried to force a lie onto me and rings activated and stop the lie. I suppose it a silly reason, but I don't want to lose anyone else from my memory.' This was the first time he had actually placed that into words because he just was not sure how to answer but now being near Neko and realizing how much his blood line was a curse to have he had the answer to give. He would hate to lose the memory that he had of her and it made his stomach turn just thinking about all of it. He bite the inside of his lip when he force the feeling down not wanting her to worry about him.

Dai listened to her purr louder, it was rather soothing sound for the most part and he was slightly disappointed when she stopped. Tho he made sure that his face did not hold it. He smiled slightly when she said they would have fun in the long run. He could not imagine any time that was around her would be boring. "Right you do that." He was only joking with her when he said that. He had a not to serious grin on his face afterward.

He watched her when she did not take his bait when he placed the fish near her lips. Instead she she turned to her soup, this only made his grin turn into a teasing smirk, if she thought he was just going to give up that easily than he would have to prove her wrong. He didn't know the meaning of giving up like that. He placed the fish in his mouth and set his chopstick down on his rice bowl. He pushed his bowls away from her and him. He then picked his chopsticks back up and reached over and knocked her chopsticks away from her bowl. He was not going to allow her chopsticks come close to her bowl until she told him. 'Now Neko-chan do you want to tell me?"

[Kentora Neko]

Neko stared at the book, then cautiously reached out and picked it up. Carefully, she opened its black cover and was surprised. Names, dates, places, events, everything was written so precisely in this little black note book. His memories, recorded. The explanation made her feel sorrow as she read intently. She secretly wondered how much of these notes he actually remembered. She felt her heart sink low, and a tear dropped from her eye onto the table as she read the pages about his sisters. He loved them so much, she could tell because of the effort he took to describe every detail about them. She couldn’t imagine the pain of loosing ones family because they had forgotten that they even had one. The thought of Daisuke going mad frightened her. Madness was something she was accustomed to, but she didn’t want to see it in his eyes, not those deep, brown eyes she had come to adore in such a short span of time. Neko shivered, what if he forgot her after he had Used them? An even darker thought invaded her mind; what if she went crazy and he had to use The Crimson Rings to stop her? He would loose his family…and they would loose a truly wonderful man to their gift, all because of her. The old mindset of 7 years resurfaced. It would be better if he just sent her away. Then he could get on with his life without the memories of such a monster as herself. She set it back down and pushed it towards him, “Its no silly reason. Far from it in fact, It’s a perfect reason. You love your family. I can understand it.” Her tone was colored by a grieving demeanor, which made tears run down her cheeks.

Neko was not just going to spill such a girly thing to the man who just knocked her chopsticks away from her. His question provoked the standard answer, “You’ll laugh, it really stupid.” She thought quickly, then reached for the tall glass of milk, her hand wary of Dai’s ever ready chop sticks.

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Dai watched her look through his pages of the notebook, she was the first person to even see it for the most part and he would have to add her down in it later. He knew she was not in any danger of being lost in his mind yet but he didn't like to risk his memories like some sort of game. Maybe he would do it later tonight while she was sleeping? It was just something that was weighing in his mind at the moment. He smiled slightly when her face showed worried about him, but it quickly when he realized she was crying over this development in the Crimson Rings. He was being honesty with her for the most part, more so than he had been with anyone else that he knew. Not even his family knew that he carried this notebook around. He was touch that someone carried this much about him tho and he knew he could just allow her to cry like this. It was wrong and he wanted to protect her. He reached his hand up to her face and wiped away her tears from her cheeks. "Please don't cry Neko-chan...there are very few of us with this curse...its how we use it that defines us. I refuse to use it because of my memories...but now I have a new reason..." He smiled at her and wiped her other cheek. "I refuse to use for your sake to. I have never meet someone like you that understands this outside of my clan. It gives me hope that in the long run this curse will not consume me." He was being honest with her, he needed this hope and he was not sure exactly why, he just wanted to cling to it, cling to her.

He at lease knew better than to get in the way of a kitten in her milk. He didn't want his face clawed because he took away her milk for the most part. It was bad enough that he was actually keeping her away from her miso soup, something that she would most likely repay him for later. Just like the kiss she had given him before they sat down. He blinked when she said he would laugh at her reason. He smiled some. "I promise I will not laugh. If I do you can punish me however you want to." He poked her in the arm with his finger. "Please..." He whined at her slightly to tell him.

[Kentora Neko]

Neko listened to his soft, comforting words, his voice like a warm breeze on her chilled heart. His gentle beseeching for her to stop crying only warmed her slightly, but his new reason for resisting his gift sent a fresh wave of tears down her cheeks. She gave him hope…purpose. What does one call that connection with someone? They had only met yesterday as he pointed out, but they seemed heavily chained to one another. Dependent and supportive in their own ways. When he wiped her tears, she placed her hand on top of his to hold it to her cheek and refused to release it until she felt calm and warm again. After a few minutes, she gently brushed her lips against his palm and held the back of his hand to her forehead, then placed it on the table. She didn’t let go of him quite yet, mostly because she didn’t want to. The notion of holding someone’s hand was once a very dangerous idea for her. She had bottled up volatile emotions for the sake of sanity, but what was worse? Feeling lost, hurt, and alone, or not feeling anything at all. Back then; the choice was simple, now it was different. Being with him was different. She didn’t feel like a monster that was filthy and homeless…she felt like a person that was fresh and…owned. She immersed herself in the depth of his eyes, her emotions trying to convey what she felt through her own green orbs. Neko didn’t say it, but the thought sang sweetly in her mind as she lost herself in his worried look. I love you, Daisuke-kun. She nodded to let him know that she was okay, but still held the conviction of her ultimate caution when she was around him and his clan. One wrong step could lead to disaster.
She was slightly disappointed that he didn’t stop her from picking up her cup of milk, and pouted slightly when he whined at her to tell him. She tried to resist, but the look in his eyes melted her defenses again. Sighing, she murmured bashfully, “I like to Ballroom dance…and wear pretty gowns. Extravagance is something I enjoy.” Great, the pretty little princess of the Kentora clan was revealed. Not so tough anymore.

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Daisuke watched her move her hand over his after he wiped away the tears from her face. He also saw that what he said to her made her cry a bit more, that was not what he wanted to do in the long run. He didn't like to see her cry, he didn't like to see anyone cry like this for the most part. It was not because he thought that they was weak when they did it. No to Dai tears had a different meaning that no one but him seemed to understand. Tears to him meant that someone really realized the meaning behind things and knew exactly what they either had to bare or go through. It would seem Like Neko realize something about him that she would also have to bare now, but was she ready to do that for him?

This got him thinking about this now. Could he really place Neko in a position like this? She had already gone through so much has it was. He bite the top of his lip slightly and looked back to her when she placed her lips up against his palm. This solved most of the nagging questions for him for the most part. It seemed to him that she was going to accept him no matter what just like he had done with her. Accepted her was something that from the start her did, because of all the people that he had meet she seemed like the only one that really needed the help he could give her. He smiled at her has their eyes meet once more. He knew for one thing, he didn't regret meeting her yesterday. He watched her place their hands down, he would not let go unless she did first, he didn't want to for the most part either. His worried look seemed to disappear after the look of okay that she had given him. He would worry about everything else later.

He watched her pout at him after he pouted at him. This made him smile because it seemed that they each was trying to pout at each other to get their ways. Then she finally gave into him. He won. He listened to her about the ballroom dancing. He didn't find anything funny about that really. He pushed back her bowl of rice and soup and took another fish and popped it into his mouth. 'There nothing funny about that Neko-chan. You forget, I am the only boy with three older sisters that bullied me into doing what they wanted. I believe it was Namani that made me learn to dance, not that I am any good at it, I stopped when I got big enough to win in a fight with her without any handicaps that she gave me. That was the only way I could get out of dancing with her. Never won until I was fourteen I believe." He smiled at the memory of his first win over his oldest sister, it was a match of wits and strategy for the most part at the time but something that he always did like.

[Kentora Neko]

Neko smiled when he started talking about how his sisters forced him to learn how to dance. The image of Dai being tortured by Namani’s insistence, a dark frown on his face as he spun her around the room made her laugh slightly. She could almost imagine the woman scolding him for stepping on her foot, and promptly whacking him. Taking a bite of fish, She found the words that would make the most sense, “So…you don’t like to dance? It doesn’t matter if you do or not, Im Just curious. What do you like to do or eat? Where do you like to go you’re bored? Tell me more… She folded her hands and rested her chin on the cradle, her eyes and attention focused completely on him. She wanted to know all that she could. He was all she had right now. What kind of person would she be if she appeared to have no consideration for who he was and what he liked? For all she knew, he could have something against red meat!
Neko sat at that table until she yawned wearily as she finished her second bowl of soup. It seemed as though it would take a week for her to fully recover from her frantic journey, but it was worth it. She placed her utensils on her now empty bowl and stretched “Thank you Dai-kun. I’ll pay you back when I have the money to make you…. something.”

[/b] She wasn’t going to tell him what she meant exactly, but she did mean it. Once again, there was nothing he could do to stop her, except pout or be commanding again. She started cleaning up the table, picking up her dishes and what remained of the meal and taking it to the kitchen. She carefully set them near the sink and returned to the dining room to pick up his dishes. “Do you want me to do dishes? Because after that, I was thinking about sleeping on the couch again, but I don’t want you to think that I’m lazy”[/size][/blockquote]

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Dai watched her take a bite of finish before she started to ask like three or four different questions. Each of her questions went into his ears and he made sure he repeated them a few time in his head before actually thinking about them. They was simple questions but he didn't feel like missing any of them that she had asked him. He took a deep breath as he took a drink of his tea and sat it down on the table again. He noticed that he was about empty on tea but breakfast was nearly done so it didn't matter to him much. "I didn't say I didn't like to dance. I will dance but its not my favorite thing to do, there are songs and temps that I will dance to for the most part. I like to write short stories and read when I get to bored and have nothing better to do." He tapped his finger on the notebook. "There are a few ideas in here that I want to write about but just have not had the time to do that." He smiled slightly when he remembered a question of hers. "I prefer chicken for the most part, but really I will eat anything that doesn't eat me first." He watched her lay her head down and watched him, he felt like she was devoting her attention and time to him at the moment, which could be the same for himself. Right now she was the only one that he was worried about and wanted to make happy, nothing else really crossed his mind.

His eyes was drawn to her yawn and he smiled slightly, she was still exhausted from her travels. He was no idiot he could see that plan as day. Then she said that she would pay him back when she had the money to. "Whatever you do is fine Neko-chan." He didn't need anything but her to make him happy at the moment, he just knew at the rate of her talking about paying him back that there was no choice but to take it. He could tell in some ways that she was just has stubborn has he was.

He watched her stand up and start clearing the table. He looked around and stood up and started to pick up his bowl and the rice and soup bowl from the table. He would come back to finish his tea in a moment. He went to reach for his bowls when he found her hand on them. He smiled and allowed her to take it as he picked up the rest from the table. This way there was no fight in the long run. He looked up to her when she started to talk about doing the dishes and sleeping on the couch. "I will do the dishes Neko-chan. I made the mess in here, and it is not right for you to pick up my mess. As for sleeping on the couch, go curl up on my bed." He nudged his head towards his room.

[Kentora Neko]

Neko pouted slightly at him when he confirmed her suspicions of his dislike of dancing. His love of writing was apparent in the fact that he had to write to keep his memories. When he tapped the book, she felt the words slip out of her mouth, “ What ideas have you been pondering?” She flinched slightly at the question. It wasn’t any of her business, but why did she ask? Mentally, she beat herself over the head with a stupid slap. She listened to his favorite food and smiled. She had found the special dinner she was looking for; Orange Chicken with potatoes and some other vegetables. It was mostly a foreign dish, considering the side dishes, so it would be fun to surprise him with. A list of ingredients and expenses went through her head briefly and with the plan she had, it would be a simple matter to accomplish.
An eyebrow raised as he put up no front to her paying him back. She half expected a “Theres no need,” or “If you do that, I’ll have no choice but to do…something” but no such word escaped him. Dissatisfied, she gave a hopeful grin, “So that means I can pay rent, right?” That would prick a nerve. For some reason, she liked to see that commanding side of him. She loved to be told what was what by him. It was like she had entrusted her well being to him and therefore, she would do whatever he asked or commanded her to do.
As she carried his dishes to the kitchen and listened to him as he proclaimed he would do the dishes, but a dish clattered onto the counter as he told her to go to his room to sleep. Her spine tingled slightly. She was going to sleep in a man’s bed, and he wasn’t going to lay down any rules? Neko cautiously looked back in and quivered “Uhh, are you sure? Cause I can just sleep on the couch if that’s a little strange for you. I don’t want to kick you out or anything. I am a guest after all, and…well, I guess I’m a little more than a guest now…but still, this is your place-” she cut herself off and bit her lip. This was..odd.

[Iwahashi Daisuke]

Dai was not expecting the question about what he was writing or pondering for the most part. No one had really asked him that because he never got this personal with someone either. There was starting to be a change in him, but he knew that he could trust Neko to keep his secrets or anything else that he might wanted to share with her. He pondered exactly what he wanted tell her, he even opened his notebook to a page in the middle of the book. He read over a few of the notes just for his own benefits of knowing it. "Well as you know traveling you hear all sorts of stories from all over the world, its nice to hear other stories. So I decided to write about my adventures and add a few twist into it reshape reality in a way." He looked down at an idea and smiled slightly. "Like this idea here, is about the time when I was given the rank of Genin after helping fight of some bandits at a river dam. Instead of telling exactly what happened I am telling it like how everyone in the team helped, where it was only me and the Chuunin the two academy students and genin ran off, its not like that in the story here. Everyone helped." He shrugged some, actually hearing it said like that it sounded a bit stupid but he wanted to hear her input about it. To him that was the right thing to do for the most part.

He blinked when she said something about helping pay rent. That was going a bit overboard for his liking. Sure there was no telling exactly how long he would be here for the most part nor how long she would be here. There might be times where she was here longer than him but still, that was just not how he worked. He paid enough rent for a year and so on. He frowned at her and shock his head at her. "No, that does not mean that you can help me with the rent. I have a system that I follow. Add anything that you would like to the apartment to make yourself more at home, but no rent." He watched her and raised eyebrow at her as if daring her to give him lip about this matter.

He turned to her when she started to ask about if it was really okay to sleep in his bed. He didn't see a problem with it. He had slept on the floor last night and not in his bed. If he thought he could have moved her without waking her last night or frightening her he would have moved her last night to the bed. He smirked and made sure his hands was cleaned off before walking over to her and picking her up. He held her like he did last night when carrying her home. He walked to his room and laid her on the bed gently. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. "I am dead sure that you can sleep here. I have things to do today, the bed shouldn't go to waste." He didn't know how she would take this but didn't care either.