Wrong place, wrong time
What: Yachiru almost witnesses something deadly
Who: Kabuto and Yachiru
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: The back rooms of Absinthe, to a coffee shop, Kabuto's car
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed To: Closed
The sounds of suffering echoed down those hallways of the club. As Kabuto didn't have a surgical ward to his disposal, he needed to make do with his limitations. Besides, it was later in the morning--he was pretty sure nobody else was around anyway.
Kabuto sat upon a stool next to his patient, hunched over while he worked on removing a bullet from a man's leg. A few other select low-lives crowded around, keeping the man held down while Kabuto performed his work. Speaking of limitations, Kabuto didn't have much by means of sedatives on hand either.
Blood dripped down into a pan set on the floor once Kabuto pried the bullet out. He allowed the piece of metal to drop down into the pan before he worked to close the wound. Was this man going to survive? It was anyone's guess. If he wasn't going to die from blood loss and shock, it was likely he might from a hideous infection. Yet for now, the man was still very much alive, and Kabuto had to at least attempt to cure him of his little lead ailment.
After closing the wound, Kabuto stood and strolled across the backroom to crouch down in front of a janitor's sink to wash off his hands. "Let him sit for awhile. Twenty minutes, at the very least. Then get out of here, all of you."
Finally getting all the way home from a good night of work, Yachiru realized that she had left her pocketbook back at the club. Her keys were in it, as well as her entire life.
After throwing a small tantrum about having to walk all the way back, Yachiru set out again, pleased that at least at this hour most people were in bed and wouldn't bother her. Thankfully, the back door of the club was usually unlocked, otherwise she'd certainly be screwed. She hoped the security guard on shift wouldn't give her too much crap, but she was on good terms with most of them.
Making her way inside, Yachiru could hear the definite sounds of movement and conversation. She went and grabbed her pocketbook, keeping and eye out for anyone weird. She didn't want someone to assume she was spying and try to do something like grab her, but then again she had no idea who would be here this late. The security guard didn't act like anything weird was going on, but then again it's not like Yachiru had asked.
Heading towards the back door again, Yachiru creeped along quietly just in case anyone here was in a touchy mood. She her someone speaking in a pleasant but authoritative voice and got really curious as to why there was somebody who had to sit for a while. She decided to take a look, she worked there and Orochimaru would be upset if she randomly disappeared...she hoped.
Kabuto took notice of the little eavesdropper immediately. He couldn't afford to let himself get into any sorts of trouble due to rats. "You," Three fingers were used to gesture toward Yachiru--the index, the middle and the ring. "Stay where you are." His pace was rushed as he moved to meet up with her, quickly shooing her into the hallway as he closed the door to the backroom. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
The minute she noticed she was caught Yachiru moved to flee, but of course she knew that would be pointless. Instead, she gulped quietly and stayed where she was as she waited for the man in glasses to approach. She shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable but not scared. "I'm Yachiru, I work here, an' I forgot my bag. Who're you, an' what's going on?"
Seemed harmless enough, but one could never be sure. Kabuto rest his hand upon the girl's shoulder, and started to escort her further down the hallway. The less she saw, the less she heard, the less she knew--the better. "I'm Kabuto Yakushi, and I work for Orochimaru as well. That man... he couldn't afford the hospital." A straight lie, if the wounded man went he'd be questioned and detained for not having legal documentation for being in the country. A real sticky situation, especially since he was enough of a somebody to get treatment in the first place.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder made Yachiru stiffen slightly, but she just continued to watch the guy she assumed was in charge. Walking alongside him, she listened without question. "Oh, does he not get any medical? I got real cheap insurance through the state!" She nodded, thinking for a moment. "So Boss-man wanted ya to help the guy?" She wasn't going to question what the guy did, since Orochimaru didn't like questions.
"Due to his circumstances, no. He doesn't." Kabuto nodded slightly to her next question. "Yes, and I'm sure he'd insist that you keep your lips tightly shut about what you just saw back there. Not one word. If anyone was to ask, you should insist you were never even here at this time. Do you understand, Miss Yachiru?"
"Oh...okee!" That was an easy thing to do, especially since Yachiru was pretty sure this guy would be able to make her disappear if she did something stupid. "I ain' sayin' nothin', an' I was nowhere near here. I got it!" There was the slightest feeling she was involved in something shady, but that was okay.
"That's wonderful." There wasn't anything typical to under-the-table medical treatments--he'd understand her insight completely if she told him this. If Kabuto didn't have her fully convinced just yet, he could always bribe her. "There must be something I can to repay you for your cooperation. Lunch... a drink, anything." So it was a bit early to drink, but he understood that some of these workers were on the night shift. They'd be able to sleep off intoxication before their shift.
Pleased that she hadn't caused the seemingly normal crazy man to be annoyed at her, Yachiru quickly waved her hands around. "I don' need anythin'. uh, but I guess if ya really wanna do something I'm too young to drink. So anythin' other than that!" She knew it would be stupid to outright turn down an invitation, and she didn't want to give them reason to think she would go blabbing. "So what waswrong with the guy? Did he get jumped?"
"Geez, does he ever pick them up young," Kabuto silently thought as he looked over Yachiru once more. Indeed, she did appear rather young on closer inspection. "Ah, forgive me. The fact that a person must be twenty-one to drink here keeps on slipping my mind." He paused for a moment to think--he wanted to call up some people to keep an eye on her whereabouts, just in case her mouth slipped. He'd need to keep tabs on her until then. "Coffee," he finally settled on something agreeable. "I'm not certain on the details, but I can assume that is what happened."
"Oh wow...it's a good thing ya were around then, 'cause I've heard the gangs around here can be real mean!" Yachiru blinked, still slightly amazed that nobody killed her yet. She was good at keeping quiet though, and it's not like she had anyone she could tell. "And yeah, I'm only eighteen, but coffee's good! It makes me kinda hyper but I wasn't real tired an' I gotta work later anyway!" She was happy that this Kabuto was at least being nice. She heard some of the people who worked behind the scenes for the Big Boss were real mean. "So how did ya start workin' for Boss Man?"
"Well," Kabuto took a few steps away from Yachiru as he opened a nearby closet. The overjacket he wore was shrugged off his shoulders as he traded it off for a clean one--just in case there was any 'evidence' left on the overjacket he had worn. "I just sort of fell into working for him. Hn...," Kabuto made sure his cellphone, keys and wallet were with him before buttoning up the lapel. He smoothed any creases which may be on the jacket. "I was transfered, I suppose." His attention moved to a mirror posted on the closet door as he straightened his tie, but he still kept idle watch on Yachiru's reflection.
"Transferred? So ya ain' from around here?" Yachiru found that rather interesting, considering that she really wasn't sure where she was from. "He's real nice to work for, he don' ask a lot of questions an' he didn' mind that I was kinda underage when I started workin' but he didn' say nothin' an' still gave me the job. Plus even though I ain' a trained dancer he gave me a chance. Anyway, I kinda ramble." She giggled, not even really paying attention to what Kabuto was doing. This was all really fun and interesting, and it reminded her of a movie.
While she wasn't watching, Kabuto tapped at a button on his cellphone. He didn't make the action very obvious. That was a sort of a page, and soon enough he'd get a call on the phone from one of his associates. He turned around and shown her a nice smile--despite the fact that this girl may very well drive him (a little more) mad. He hid his insanity well. "Orochimaru is truly great, isn't he?" Kabuto walked back over to Yachiru, and started to lead her to the exit. "My car is parked not too far from here."
Yachiru was oblivious as usual, swaying back and forth while she waited for Kabuto to finish. "Yeah, I like 'im, he hasn' tried anythin' so's we're cool." She perked up at his mention of a car, since her feet were starting to kill in the ridiculous heels she had yet to change out of. "A car? What kind? I haven't been in a car in ages, I usually just walk everywhere." She didn't like to waste money, and tended not to go very far, so walking worked out well for her. Plus, her legs were incredibly strong even if they were short.
Kabuto paused for a moment to recall what this car's make was. The vehicles were switched often between hands in this business, and at some times he'd forget just which one he had. "Lexus," He replied without spending much more time. "Walking? You must be exhausted. Doesn't this city have metro transportation?" He used some sort of keyless remote to unlock the vehicle as he stepped up to the passenger's door, waiting for her to climb inside.
Shrugging as she kept up with Kabuto, Yachiru grinned. "Well yeah, but I lost my pass an' don' wanna buy a new one when I know the old one still has money on it." She blinked when she saw he opened the door for her and nodded, making a soft happy noise. "Ooh, Lexus. That's a real swank car." Getting in, she buckled her seatbelt as she waited for him to get in, wondering if she should be afraid or not. She wasn't, currently.
Kabuto's cellphone chimed just then, and he excused himself from Yachiru's presence to answer. "I apologize, I must take this call." Lucky for him, he could shut the car door as he answered the cellphone. His back was turned to her as he picked the phone from his pocket and took the call. Brief and rather vague words were exchanged as he explained what happened, and arranged for someone to shadow her for awhile. He hung up the phone while not keeping her for too long, and entered the car to take a seat on the driver's side. "Oh, feel free to pick whichever station you'd like to listen to." The radio was set on the classical music station at the time. There was a CD player, but no signs of any CDs in the car. He buckled his safety belt, and eased into traffic when he was ready--by his own definition, of course. In reality, he cut someone off as he pulled into traffic.
Yachiru had been about to say something else when Kabuto explained about his phone call. She nodded, taking a look around the car as she waited for him to finish the call. She didn't try to listen in or anything, instead taking in the really nice interior of the car and feeling ridiculously out of place sitting in it. Pulling her leather coat tighter around her, she started to fiddle with her hair as she began to grow bored, smiling brightly when he got back in the car with her. When he gave her permission to fiddle with the radio she reached forward, pausing before actually touching anything. "Are ya sure? I wouldn' wanna annoy you with my taste in music." She listened to pretty much anything, but still.
Kabuto looked away toward her for a moment, and flashed another grin. "Try me." Silently, he hoped her tastes weren't entirely obnoxious--but he was ready for anything. He looked back to traffic. Perhaps she should be thankful there wasn't much traffic on the road at this hour, as Kabuto wasn't the best driver to hold a forged license.
Yachiru giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as she began to look for a good station. "Okee, an' if ya don' like it I was always change it!" She didn't want club or techno since she heard that at work, no rap since she wasn't a huge fan...pausing on a classic rock station she looked up at him before sitting back and quietly grooving to songs older than her. "This is a real nice car, an' thank you for takin' me for coffee." She paused. "You're not gonna kill me an' dump the body off the bridge, are ya?"
"Oh, what kind of person do you think I am, Miss Yachiru?" Kabuto reached up to rest his hand upon his chest slightly to show emphasis. He looked from the traffic to her, and then back out to traffic. "Orochimaru will surely toss me on the grill if I do something like that without his permission."
"I dunno, ya seemed kinda miffed that I had seen ya at the club, so's I wasn' sure." Yachiru giggled, comforted by the knowledge that she most likely would not be dying tonight. "Besides, it sounds like you're in real close with the Boss, an' I wouldn' wanna screw things up. I like my job an' everythin'!"
"I wasn't so sure who was looking into the room, could have been some real trouble for me. Don't you worry about a thing, as long as you keep to your word you'll be all right." Kabuto kept silent after he tried to put Yachiru at ease. He spoke soon afterward, on something of a related subject. "You should take more care about who you let cart you off like this, however. I'm sure people have tried that whole 'I know your boss' story already."
Giggling happily, Yachiru shook her head. "Actually most try the 'Hey little girl, want some candy' line, but that don' work so well 'cause I can buy my own candy. That, an' I know the bouncers willonly let certain people in after the club closes." She wasn't stupid, just kinda unaware, but still. At least she was cute and tough.
"So that's how it is," Kabuto pulled up to a parking space in front of a coffee shop. A nice little place in a clean neighborhood. He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, walking around once again after shutting the door. Manners--or at least looking like he was capable of them, were important to him. He opened the car door for Yachiru. He was able to notice his associate pulling up to a parking space out of the corner of his eye.
Getting out of the car after Kabuto opened the door, Yachiru wrinkled her nose wondering why he kept getting the door for her. He must have thought she wasn't strong enough, which was silly. She wasn't going to argue though, since he was being really nice. She noticed the other car pull up but didn't think anything of it, not realizing he might be there for her. "Wow, I didn' know there was a coffee shop here! Actually, I haven' even been out of the city 'xcept for once when I was smaller." At barely five feet tall hearing that phrase coming from Yachiru might strike some as strange.
Kabuto shut the door after her and strolled up the walk to the coffee shop. "There's pretty much everything you could need in a city." He shrugged and opened the door to the shop. "Besides peace and quiet." Kabuto cast a glance over his shoulder before he walked in, to see his associate. Staying in the car, just as he ordered. Good. "Your choice of seating, its on me."
Yachiru looked around, finding a booth and heading over to it. She blinked when Kabuto said he would cover it, and a flare of defensiveness rose up inside of her. "It's okee, I can pay my own way. Ya got us out here, an' ya really don' need to treat me 'r anythin'!" Yachiru slid into the booth and began to look through her pocketbook, finding her tips from earlier and pulling out the wad of bills. "See, I got money." She bit her lip, looking away. "Ne, ya can if ya wanna though. I guess I don' mind."
Kabuto seated himself across from her as he thought of a resolve. "Ah, I'll pay for your drink, and you may pay for mine. How's that for clever?" He smirked slightly and reached for his cellphone to set it out on the table. He glanced around and looked over toward the counter. "Want me to pick up the coffees, at least?"
"That's sounds good!" Yachiru thought about it for a moment and figured there was nothing wrong with that compromise at all. "Sure, I take mine black with sugar, nothin' fancy." She was never a big coffee drinker since she was usually energetic enough, but when she did drink it she liked it bitter but sweet. "Thanks again, uh, an' sorry for interruptin' ya at you're job."
"Don't think much of it." Kabuto turned to go pick up the orders. He took some tea for himself, and shortly returned with their orders after they were fixed. He set the coffee before Yachiru and took his seat. "So, are you in school right now?"
Stirring her coffee, Yachiru went to take a sip and nearly choked at Kabuto's question. "Me, go to school? No!" She shook her head quickly, sipping the hot liquid before speaking again. "I got my GED 'cause I traveled a lot when I was younger an' didn't really get to go to school. I dunno what I'd go to college for 'r anythin', can' think of a thing I'd be good at."
Kabuto lifted his shoulders to shrug. "You need to have a plan if you go. Otherwise you're just wasting time." He held his tea between his hands and sighed a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. "It's quite overrated. I didn't spend too much time there."
Yachiru nodded again. "Well I definitely don' got one o' those. I just figured I could work an' get money an' figure out what I really wanna do eventually." She looked out the window for a minute, sighing. "I like to fight, an' to draw stupid pictures, but I can' get paid for that."
"There's always competitive fighting," Kabuto suggested before taking another sip. Previously, he had his hands in gambling. Fighting brought in quite a lot of money. "Surely," He finished his sip, "You have it good right now, hn?"
"I always though I was too short an' small for competitive fightin', besides I'd need more trainin'." She shrugged again, miming throwing a punch at him. "I took some vale tudo when I was smaller, an' I've been savin' up for muay thai 'cause I'm small but strong!"
"Woah, there." Kabuto lifted his hand to mimic defending himself and smiled toward her. "There are leagues which specifically cater to your weight and size class." He moved his hand back to his cup. "Just don't go running off on us completely, hm?"
Giggling, Yachiru raised her eyebrows. "Of course not! I like my job an' besides maybe Boss Man could start like, a chick-fightin' federation. He could charge guys extra!" She thought it was a good idea, but then again she was kind of violent even on a good day.
Kabuto knew never to expect the normal from Orochimaru's stock. His cellphone chimed in just afterward, and he picked up the phone. "Excuse me," he spoke before taking the call. After listening in to the other end, he spoke few words--and then hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, but I have to cut this short. Do you need a ride home?"
Yachiru had been doing her best to ignore the phone call so that Kabuto didn't have another reason to be annoyed, although he was very calm about the whole unintentional spying thing. "Huh? Ride home?" She had zoned out, and now felt stupid. "Yeah, a ride home would be great! how much do I owe ya?"
"Coffee was one-fifty," Or around that figure. He wasn't going to split hairs over it. "I'm sorry to have you stand up and run like this, but ... what can I say, I'm always on call." Kabuto stood up and held his drink. "We can finish these in the car."
"Here's two bucks, keep the change." Picking up her coffee, she stood up as well, waiting for him to lead the way. "It was really great of ya to be so nice, I mean, considerin'.
Kabuto took the money. He'd use it for road tolls, or something along those lines. After tucking the bills into his pocket, he lead Yachiru out of the coffee house. "Don't mention it," He spoke while walking out to the car. A nod in his associates direction, and he helped her into the car once again.
Yachiru smiled, playing with her hair as she followed him. For someone who was performin back office surgeries he seemed rather nice, and she was happy that he wasn't proving to be a homicidal maniac. "Maybe we can do this again sometime, just without the me surprisin' ya." She tried not to appear too hopeful, but it was hard not to.
Kabuto mulled over how to answer. He didn't want to sound like he was outright denying her, as to make sure she wouldn't get upset. "We'll see how my work schedule pans out. I'm quite busy." He closed the car door and walked around the car. Kabuto sat down in the driver's seat and paused before placing the key in the ignition. "That Halloween gathering Orochimaru is planning... granted I'm not too busy, I'll escort you."
"Wow really?" Yachiru was incredibly excited by that prospect. "Ya don' have to if ya think you'll be busy, but I'd really like it if ya did. I have that night off, but I've been lookin' forward to the dancin' an' partyin'! I still need to get a costume too!" She was babbling excitedly as she buckled her seatbelt and looked him over. "I bet we'll have great fun! I'll look forward to it." Then she remembered he had no idea where she lived. "Oh yeah, I live like, three blocks from the club, if ya wanna drop me there I can hoof it."
"Don't worry about it, I'll take you the way home." Kabuto will insist on this. He started the engine and started off for the roadway back into the city. His associate wasn't too far behind, perhaps only about a few carlengths.
Who: Kabuto and Yachiru
When: Early Saturday morning
Where: The back rooms of Absinthe, to a coffee shop, Kabuto's car
Rating: PG-13
Open/Closed To: Closed
The sounds of suffering echoed down those hallways of the club. As Kabuto didn't have a surgical ward to his disposal, he needed to make do with his limitations. Besides, it was later in the morning--he was pretty sure nobody else was around anyway.
Kabuto sat upon a stool next to his patient, hunched over while he worked on removing a bullet from a man's leg. A few other select low-lives crowded around, keeping the man held down while Kabuto performed his work. Speaking of limitations, Kabuto didn't have much by means of sedatives on hand either.
Blood dripped down into a pan set on the floor once Kabuto pried the bullet out. He allowed the piece of metal to drop down into the pan before he worked to close the wound. Was this man going to survive? It was anyone's guess. If he wasn't going to die from blood loss and shock, it was likely he might from a hideous infection. Yet for now, the man was still very much alive, and Kabuto had to at least attempt to cure him of his little lead ailment.
After closing the wound, Kabuto stood and strolled across the backroom to crouch down in front of a janitor's sink to wash off his hands. "Let him sit for awhile. Twenty minutes, at the very least. Then get out of here, all of you."
Finally getting all the way home from a good night of work, Yachiru realized that she had left her pocketbook back at the club. Her keys were in it, as well as her entire life.
After throwing a small tantrum about having to walk all the way back, Yachiru set out again, pleased that at least at this hour most people were in bed and wouldn't bother her. Thankfully, the back door of the club was usually unlocked, otherwise she'd certainly be screwed. She hoped the security guard on shift wouldn't give her too much crap, but she was on good terms with most of them.
Making her way inside, Yachiru could hear the definite sounds of movement and conversation. She went and grabbed her pocketbook, keeping and eye out for anyone weird. She didn't want someone to assume she was spying and try to do something like grab her, but then again she had no idea who would be here this late. The security guard didn't act like anything weird was going on, but then again it's not like Yachiru had asked.
Heading towards the back door again, Yachiru creeped along quietly just in case anyone here was in a touchy mood. She her someone speaking in a pleasant but authoritative voice and got really curious as to why there was somebody who had to sit for a while. She decided to take a look, she worked there and Orochimaru would be upset if she randomly disappeared...she hoped.
Kabuto took notice of the little eavesdropper immediately. He couldn't afford to let himself get into any sorts of trouble due to rats. "You," Three fingers were used to gesture toward Yachiru--the index, the middle and the ring. "Stay where you are." His pace was rushed as he moved to meet up with her, quickly shooing her into the hallway as he closed the door to the backroom. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
The minute she noticed she was caught Yachiru moved to flee, but of course she knew that would be pointless. Instead, she gulped quietly and stayed where she was as she waited for the man in glasses to approach. She shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable but not scared. "I'm Yachiru, I work here, an' I forgot my bag. Who're you, an' what's going on?"
Seemed harmless enough, but one could never be sure. Kabuto rest his hand upon the girl's shoulder, and started to escort her further down the hallway. The less she saw, the less she heard, the less she knew--the better. "I'm Kabuto Yakushi, and I work for Orochimaru as well. That man... he couldn't afford the hospital." A straight lie, if the wounded man went he'd be questioned and detained for not having legal documentation for being in the country. A real sticky situation, especially since he was enough of a somebody to get treatment in the first place.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder made Yachiru stiffen slightly, but she just continued to watch the guy she assumed was in charge. Walking alongside him, she listened without question. "Oh, does he not get any medical? I got real cheap insurance through the state!" She nodded, thinking for a moment. "So Boss-man wanted ya to help the guy?" She wasn't going to question what the guy did, since Orochimaru didn't like questions.
"Due to his circumstances, no. He doesn't." Kabuto nodded slightly to her next question. "Yes, and I'm sure he'd insist that you keep your lips tightly shut about what you just saw back there. Not one word. If anyone was to ask, you should insist you were never even here at this time. Do you understand, Miss Yachiru?"
"Oh...okee!" That was an easy thing to do, especially since Yachiru was pretty sure this guy would be able to make her disappear if she did something stupid. "I ain' sayin' nothin', an' I was nowhere near here. I got it!" There was the slightest feeling she was involved in something shady, but that was okay.
"That's wonderful." There wasn't anything typical to under-the-table medical treatments--he'd understand her insight completely if she told him this. If Kabuto didn't have her fully convinced just yet, he could always bribe her. "There must be something I can to repay you for your cooperation. Lunch... a drink, anything." So it was a bit early to drink, but he understood that some of these workers were on the night shift. They'd be able to sleep off intoxication before their shift.
Pleased that she hadn't caused the seemingly normal crazy man to be annoyed at her, Yachiru quickly waved her hands around. "I don' need anythin'. uh, but I guess if ya really wanna do something I'm too young to drink. So anythin' other than that!" She knew it would be stupid to outright turn down an invitation, and she didn't want to give them reason to think she would go blabbing. "So what waswrong with the guy? Did he get jumped?"
"Geez, does he ever pick them up young," Kabuto silently thought as he looked over Yachiru once more. Indeed, she did appear rather young on closer inspection. "Ah, forgive me. The fact that a person must be twenty-one to drink here keeps on slipping my mind." He paused for a moment to think--he wanted to call up some people to keep an eye on her whereabouts, just in case her mouth slipped. He'd need to keep tabs on her until then. "Coffee," he finally settled on something agreeable. "I'm not certain on the details, but I can assume that is what happened."
"Oh wow...it's a good thing ya were around then, 'cause I've heard the gangs around here can be real mean!" Yachiru blinked, still slightly amazed that nobody killed her yet. She was good at keeping quiet though, and it's not like she had anyone she could tell. "And yeah, I'm only eighteen, but coffee's good! It makes me kinda hyper but I wasn't real tired an' I gotta work later anyway!" She was happy that this Kabuto was at least being nice. She heard some of the people who worked behind the scenes for the Big Boss were real mean. "So how did ya start workin' for Boss Man?"
"Well," Kabuto took a few steps away from Yachiru as he opened a nearby closet. The overjacket he wore was shrugged off his shoulders as he traded it off for a clean one--just in case there was any 'evidence' left on the overjacket he had worn. "I just sort of fell into working for him. Hn...," Kabuto made sure his cellphone, keys and wallet were with him before buttoning up the lapel. He smoothed any creases which may be on the jacket. "I was transfered, I suppose." His attention moved to a mirror posted on the closet door as he straightened his tie, but he still kept idle watch on Yachiru's reflection.
"Transferred? So ya ain' from around here?" Yachiru found that rather interesting, considering that she really wasn't sure where she was from. "He's real nice to work for, he don' ask a lot of questions an' he didn' mind that I was kinda underage when I started workin' but he didn' say nothin' an' still gave me the job. Plus even though I ain' a trained dancer he gave me a chance. Anyway, I kinda ramble." She giggled, not even really paying attention to what Kabuto was doing. This was all really fun and interesting, and it reminded her of a movie.
While she wasn't watching, Kabuto tapped at a button on his cellphone. He didn't make the action very obvious. That was a sort of a page, and soon enough he'd get a call on the phone from one of his associates. He turned around and shown her a nice smile--despite the fact that this girl may very well drive him (a little more) mad. He hid his insanity well. "Orochimaru is truly great, isn't he?" Kabuto walked back over to Yachiru, and started to lead her to the exit. "My car is parked not too far from here."
Yachiru was oblivious as usual, swaying back and forth while she waited for Kabuto to finish. "Yeah, I like 'im, he hasn' tried anythin' so's we're cool." She perked up at his mention of a car, since her feet were starting to kill in the ridiculous heels she had yet to change out of. "A car? What kind? I haven't been in a car in ages, I usually just walk everywhere." She didn't like to waste money, and tended not to go very far, so walking worked out well for her. Plus, her legs were incredibly strong even if they were short.
Kabuto paused for a moment to recall what this car's make was. The vehicles were switched often between hands in this business, and at some times he'd forget just which one he had. "Lexus," He replied without spending much more time. "Walking? You must be exhausted. Doesn't this city have metro transportation?" He used some sort of keyless remote to unlock the vehicle as he stepped up to the passenger's door, waiting for her to climb inside.
Shrugging as she kept up with Kabuto, Yachiru grinned. "Well yeah, but I lost my pass an' don' wanna buy a new one when I know the old one still has money on it." She blinked when she saw he opened the door for her and nodded, making a soft happy noise. "Ooh, Lexus. That's a real swank car." Getting in, she buckled her seatbelt as she waited for him to get in, wondering if she should be afraid or not. She wasn't, currently.
Kabuto's cellphone chimed just then, and he excused himself from Yachiru's presence to answer. "I apologize, I must take this call." Lucky for him, he could shut the car door as he answered the cellphone. His back was turned to her as he picked the phone from his pocket and took the call. Brief and rather vague words were exchanged as he explained what happened, and arranged for someone to shadow her for awhile. He hung up the phone while not keeping her for too long, and entered the car to take a seat on the driver's side. "Oh, feel free to pick whichever station you'd like to listen to." The radio was set on the classical music station at the time. There was a CD player, but no signs of any CDs in the car. He buckled his safety belt, and eased into traffic when he was ready--by his own definition, of course. In reality, he cut someone off as he pulled into traffic.
Yachiru had been about to say something else when Kabuto explained about his phone call. She nodded, taking a look around the car as she waited for him to finish the call. She didn't try to listen in or anything, instead taking in the really nice interior of the car and feeling ridiculously out of place sitting in it. Pulling her leather coat tighter around her, she started to fiddle with her hair as she began to grow bored, smiling brightly when he got back in the car with her. When he gave her permission to fiddle with the radio she reached forward, pausing before actually touching anything. "Are ya sure? I wouldn' wanna annoy you with my taste in music." She listened to pretty much anything, but still.
Kabuto looked away toward her for a moment, and flashed another grin. "Try me." Silently, he hoped her tastes weren't entirely obnoxious--but he was ready for anything. He looked back to traffic. Perhaps she should be thankful there wasn't much traffic on the road at this hour, as Kabuto wasn't the best driver to hold a forged license.
Yachiru giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as she began to look for a good station. "Okee, an' if ya don' like it I was always change it!" She didn't want club or techno since she heard that at work, no rap since she wasn't a huge fan...pausing on a classic rock station she looked up at him before sitting back and quietly grooving to songs older than her. "This is a real nice car, an' thank you for takin' me for coffee." She paused. "You're not gonna kill me an' dump the body off the bridge, are ya?"
"Oh, what kind of person do you think I am, Miss Yachiru?" Kabuto reached up to rest his hand upon his chest slightly to show emphasis. He looked from the traffic to her, and then back out to traffic. "Orochimaru will surely toss me on the grill if I do something like that without his permission."
"I dunno, ya seemed kinda miffed that I had seen ya at the club, so's I wasn' sure." Yachiru giggled, comforted by the knowledge that she most likely would not be dying tonight. "Besides, it sounds like you're in real close with the Boss, an' I wouldn' wanna screw things up. I like my job an' everythin'!"
"I wasn't so sure who was looking into the room, could have been some real trouble for me. Don't you worry about a thing, as long as you keep to your word you'll be all right." Kabuto kept silent after he tried to put Yachiru at ease. He spoke soon afterward, on something of a related subject. "You should take more care about who you let cart you off like this, however. I'm sure people have tried that whole 'I know your boss' story already."
Giggling happily, Yachiru shook her head. "Actually most try the 'Hey little girl, want some candy' line, but that don' work so well 'cause I can buy my own candy. That, an' I know the bouncers willonly let certain people in after the club closes." She wasn't stupid, just kinda unaware, but still. At least she was cute and tough.
"So that's how it is," Kabuto pulled up to a parking space in front of a coffee shop. A nice little place in a clean neighborhood. He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, walking around once again after shutting the door. Manners--or at least looking like he was capable of them, were important to him. He opened the car door for Yachiru. He was able to notice his associate pulling up to a parking space out of the corner of his eye.
Getting out of the car after Kabuto opened the door, Yachiru wrinkled her nose wondering why he kept getting the door for her. He must have thought she wasn't strong enough, which was silly. She wasn't going to argue though, since he was being really nice. She noticed the other car pull up but didn't think anything of it, not realizing he might be there for her. "Wow, I didn' know there was a coffee shop here! Actually, I haven' even been out of the city 'xcept for once when I was smaller." At barely five feet tall hearing that phrase coming from Yachiru might strike some as strange.
Kabuto shut the door after her and strolled up the walk to the coffee shop. "There's pretty much everything you could need in a city." He shrugged and opened the door to the shop. "Besides peace and quiet." Kabuto cast a glance over his shoulder before he walked in, to see his associate. Staying in the car, just as he ordered. Good. "Your choice of seating, its on me."
Yachiru looked around, finding a booth and heading over to it. She blinked when Kabuto said he would cover it, and a flare of defensiveness rose up inside of her. "It's okee, I can pay my own way. Ya got us out here, an' ya really don' need to treat me 'r anythin'!" Yachiru slid into the booth and began to look through her pocketbook, finding her tips from earlier and pulling out the wad of bills. "See, I got money." She bit her lip, looking away. "Ne, ya can if ya wanna though. I guess I don' mind."
Kabuto seated himself across from her as he thought of a resolve. "Ah, I'll pay for your drink, and you may pay for mine. How's that for clever?" He smirked slightly and reached for his cellphone to set it out on the table. He glanced around and looked over toward the counter. "Want me to pick up the coffees, at least?"
"That's sounds good!" Yachiru thought about it for a moment and figured there was nothing wrong with that compromise at all. "Sure, I take mine black with sugar, nothin' fancy." She was never a big coffee drinker since she was usually energetic enough, but when she did drink it she liked it bitter but sweet. "Thanks again, uh, an' sorry for interruptin' ya at you're job."
"Don't think much of it." Kabuto turned to go pick up the orders. He took some tea for himself, and shortly returned with their orders after they were fixed. He set the coffee before Yachiru and took his seat. "So, are you in school right now?"
Stirring her coffee, Yachiru went to take a sip and nearly choked at Kabuto's question. "Me, go to school? No!" She shook her head quickly, sipping the hot liquid before speaking again. "I got my GED 'cause I traveled a lot when I was younger an' didn't really get to go to school. I dunno what I'd go to college for 'r anythin', can' think of a thing I'd be good at."
Kabuto lifted his shoulders to shrug. "You need to have a plan if you go. Otherwise you're just wasting time." He held his tea between his hands and sighed a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. "It's quite overrated. I didn't spend too much time there."
Yachiru nodded again. "Well I definitely don' got one o' those. I just figured I could work an' get money an' figure out what I really wanna do eventually." She looked out the window for a minute, sighing. "I like to fight, an' to draw stupid pictures, but I can' get paid for that."
"There's always competitive fighting," Kabuto suggested before taking another sip. Previously, he had his hands in gambling. Fighting brought in quite a lot of money. "Surely," He finished his sip, "You have it good right now, hn?"
"I always though I was too short an' small for competitive fightin', besides I'd need more trainin'." She shrugged again, miming throwing a punch at him. "I took some vale tudo when I was smaller, an' I've been savin' up for muay thai 'cause I'm small but strong!"
"Woah, there." Kabuto lifted his hand to mimic defending himself and smiled toward her. "There are leagues which specifically cater to your weight and size class." He moved his hand back to his cup. "Just don't go running off on us completely, hm?"
Giggling, Yachiru raised her eyebrows. "Of course not! I like my job an' besides maybe Boss Man could start like, a chick-fightin' federation. He could charge guys extra!" She thought it was a good idea, but then again she was kind of violent even on a good day.
Kabuto knew never to expect the normal from Orochimaru's stock. His cellphone chimed in just afterward, and he picked up the phone. "Excuse me," he spoke before taking the call. After listening in to the other end, he spoke few words--and then hung up the phone. "I'm sorry, but I have to cut this short. Do you need a ride home?"
Yachiru had been doing her best to ignore the phone call so that Kabuto didn't have another reason to be annoyed, although he was very calm about the whole unintentional spying thing. "Huh? Ride home?" She had zoned out, and now felt stupid. "Yeah, a ride home would be great! how much do I owe ya?"
"Coffee was one-fifty," Or around that figure. He wasn't going to split hairs over it. "I'm sorry to have you stand up and run like this, but ... what can I say, I'm always on call." Kabuto stood up and held his drink. "We can finish these in the car."
"Here's two bucks, keep the change." Picking up her coffee, she stood up as well, waiting for him to lead the way. "It was really great of ya to be so nice, I mean, considerin'.
Kabuto took the money. He'd use it for road tolls, or something along those lines. After tucking the bills into his pocket, he lead Yachiru out of the coffee house. "Don't mention it," He spoke while walking out to the car. A nod in his associates direction, and he helped her into the car once again.
Yachiru smiled, playing with her hair as she followed him. For someone who was performin back office surgeries he seemed rather nice, and she was happy that he wasn't proving to be a homicidal maniac. "Maybe we can do this again sometime, just without the me surprisin' ya." She tried not to appear too hopeful, but it was hard not to.
Kabuto mulled over how to answer. He didn't want to sound like he was outright denying her, as to make sure she wouldn't get upset. "We'll see how my work schedule pans out. I'm quite busy." He closed the car door and walked around the car. Kabuto sat down in the driver's seat and paused before placing the key in the ignition. "That Halloween gathering Orochimaru is planning... granted I'm not too busy, I'll escort you."
"Wow really?" Yachiru was incredibly excited by that prospect. "Ya don' have to if ya think you'll be busy, but I'd really like it if ya did. I have that night off, but I've been lookin' forward to the dancin' an' partyin'! I still need to get a costume too!" She was babbling excitedly as she buckled her seatbelt and looked him over. "I bet we'll have great fun! I'll look forward to it." Then she remembered he had no idea where she lived. "Oh yeah, I live like, three blocks from the club, if ya wanna drop me there I can hoof it."
"Don't worry about it, I'll take you the way home." Kabuto will insist on this. He started the engine and started off for the roadway back into the city. His associate wasn't too far behind, perhaps only about a few carlengths.