Will Write for Sushi (Naito)

Alright. Even with the character study- stupid sucky thing it was- didn't help her with Tsurnai Naito. He was an enigma wrapped in a riddle surrounded by mystery and cloaked in a cold facade. A stupid facade if you asked her. What was the point of being mysterious and cold? You never made friends that way. Maybe it was the point? Nnngh, she needed to get away from her computer for a while. But she wanted to work more on this character study. So, she printed it out, shoved it into her bag before starting to head home.

But, even with home so close, she couldn't help it... She had to wander around. It was in her nature to do so, even if she wasn't built for wandering. She didn't think she'd been around here before though. Interesting. And there was a sushi shop! Oh man, and she had some money this time too! She could buy a plate and watch them as they made it. Honestly, it was the best part about fresh sushi. You got to watch them make it in front of you! Oh boy, she couldn't wait.

Nanami bowed before entering the shop. It was the polite thing to do, wasn't it? Well, regardless she would bow any damn way. "Good afternoon!" she said to the people about the place. No stools, but that was fine. She was so excited, she didn't even need a stool. Let's see here... 800 yen. More than enough to get a piece of salmon roe sushi. Maybe even two, if their prices were low enough! And if they sold it. That was the kicker: not many places did. Too expensive and not enough people were buying. Ngh, she would have to ask someone, since she didn't see a price list anywhere, and she couldn't tell by raw ingredients alone. "Ummm, excuse me...?" she questioned, looking for someone to answer her.

Tsurinai Naito found himself behind the curtains of the sushi shop, sitting on a barrel of supplies while pondering to himself. People were surprised to see the young Tsurinai had gotten a job around the "common folk" but in all honesty he had taken the job for alittle people watching, and the chance to practice with various blades. Although cutting sushi was not a Tsurinai clan past time, it did pass the time since Naito really didn't enjoy anything else in the Ueitawa Region. Yes, there was Limbo he could play around with, and even fight in with the intent to kill and slaughter. But even that got tiring when it came to wanting to do something that he honestly enjoyed. What was there truly to do in Ueitawa on your day off? Hang out with friends from school that were nothing but leeches attempting to cipher your competence for themselves? He'd rather not indulge in such affairs. How about walking the oh-so friendly streets of Nadashiki at night, looking for the fight of your pathetic life...? Even more pathetic, and unbecoming of someone with real status. Oh, how about this? Going to Nokawia bay and fishing like an old retired man that had nothing else to live for. Yes, that'd surely be great aswell. It was a no brainer that sarcasm was heavily implied in that last suggestion. The point of the matter was Tsurinai Naito had nothing better to do with his time, so he got a job somewhere that'd he be able to keep his dexterity to the highest caliber, and also hear any rumors on the disappearances much easier. After all, he never did anything that held no merit to him or his ideals. After all, why waste precious time on something you'd get nothing from? It simply made no sense, nor could he wrap his mind around it either. Was it just some mental incapability that was not allowing him to see why the common dreg did things without reason? That was a possibility, seeing how they were born and raised in two different worlds. They came from a world of freedom, while his world was one based one strict rules that were to be followed no matter what. That was the Tsurinai way, after all. Giving a sigh, the silver haired young man would stand from his makeshift seat and place his apron on. Taking a hair tie, he'd pull his silver hair back into ponytail.

Walking out from behind the curtains, the young silver eyed teenager would make his way towards the sushi bar. He'd grab his favorite knife that was currently stabbed into a wooden block, and would begin to spin it upon the palm of his hand. Sitting infront of his stand would be various people, some older men and women, and other students. It had become a habit for Naito to show skill when operating with a knife in hand, and people looked at it as a show, even though he never served them any sushi. He was there as the entertainment, not the chef. Somehow through his display, his silver eyes caught a glance of a familiar figure wandering around the shop as if she were a lost puppy. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at her, not stopping one from his various motions with the knife in hand. The people's admiration didn't seem to concern him, nor did he even pay them mind. Infact, he was hardly aware most of them were watching the small show he was giving them at that moment. He was too busy trying to remember who this person was he was looking at, and where they had met before. Most likely Kizuna Academy, if one was to use common sense, but they surely was not in the same class nor was she a member of the Kendo Team. Hmph, where had they met before? The thoughts plagued his mind as the head sushi chef came to his side and clapped his hands to get the young Tsurinai's attention. Stabbing the knife suddenly back into the wooden block, Naito would turn towards the man with a stoic glare. Apparently the man needed to go handle some business, and he was leaving Naito in charge of watching over the shop. That was easy enough. The young man would agree to the terms, and the sushi chef would be on his way out the door. Now having some actual responsibility, Naito would look towards the lost puppy and click his tongue to get her attention. "What do you need?" He spoke in an indifferent tone, yet rather bluntly.

Oh. Oh. Oh. It was him. Fuck. All thoughts fled from her mind as she stared dumbly at him. Well, at least she could watch him in a more natural habitat. What she thought was a more natural habitat for Naito, at any rate. Surely school wasn't very kind to him and home probably wasn't either. Or at least, that is the assumptions she made based on the information that she had gathered on the Tsurinai clan, which was a lot. More than anyone should ever know that wasn't a member of them themselves. And she made some general assumptions based on how hellish school seemed to be for anyone that stood out and was not 'normal.' Results may very.

It didn't seem that he remembered her. To be expected. He couldn't remember every single name and face that he saw casually and this might be the time for a second chance at an introduction. If she didn't completely fuck this up. Again. She tended to be really good at fucking up everything. She wiped the dumb look off her face for a more neutral one. One that meant business. Surely he appreciated business, even if he didn't like it.

"Yes, I was wondering if you sold salmon roe sushi, and how much it is?" Yes, that sounded nice and professional to her ears. Cool, crisp, clear and to the point. He didn't seem one to mince words. That much she knew about him. Don't bother speaking to him if you didn't have anything important to say. And he was on a job so word mincing was out of the question at this point. So there was no point speaking to him unless it was about the job at hand. She could simply observe him as he made it then. It would seem rather complicated to actually make it if they sold it. Rice and seaweed needed to be just so, with this much roe on top. Ngh, just thinking about it was making her mouth water- She swallowed her spit and maintained the mask that she had on.

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