I straighten, frowning at the crazy ass dude in front of me.

"Look, dude, I get you wanna sex buddy, but I just want a one nn, uh, time thing." I explain, shaking my head. I get even more confused when the crazy dude agrees.

"Ah, yes, I wouldn't mind either, really. It's just I'd rather not have your death on my hands after I fuck you senseless," the man replies, not even looking at me as he reads his porn.

"Right, like you'd even be able to fuck me senseless. Anyways, whether you do or not, I'm still going to die, so it wouldn't be on your hands anyways. That said, I'm out. I'll just ask some other dude." I say to the masked man, walking away and up to some other man.

"Uh, hey! I was just wondering if you wanted to fuck," I say, only to feel an oppressive force behind me. The man in front of me glances behind me and pales, shaking his head as he rushes off. "Okay, a shinobi then." I mutter under my breath.

I go around asking, even going in bars and in the red light district. Not one person agreed.

"Oh my god! Just leave me alone, dude! I get you don't want me to die or get fucked or whatever, but this is a bit much! It's been hours! Don't you have a life?!" I whine, spinning to face my shadow, the crazy dude.

"Don't commit suicide, then." The man replies coolly, not even sparing me a glance. I stare for a moment, before throwing my hands into the air.

"Fuck it, fuck you, fuck everything. I want to die for a reason, and I'd rather not be a virgin when I die, but whatever. I'll be dead anyways." I mutter, stalking off to get a knife.

Getting to my apartment, I slam the door in the dude's face, satisfied when I hear the banging noise. Not as satisfied as I'd be if I were banging, but whatever. Locking the door, I grab a kitchen knife that was laying around and jump when a gloved hand takes the knife away from me.

"Fucking hell! How in the name of the log did you get in here!? I locked the door!" I yell, ignoring the tears that threaten to fall down my face. I just want to die, to end it all, is that so much to ask? It's not like the dude even knows me.

I see that infuriating eye smile, see as he plays with the knife before slipping it into his kunai pouch. My eyes blur, not from the tears, but from the utter anger I felt, the utter pain in the ass that was in front of me.

I throw my fist, getting another knife, this time not to use on myself. I slice at the damned asshole that made my day just that much worse. I miss, obviously. I'm a mere civilian, and he's a freaking shinobi. I had no chance to begin with. As was proven when I'm disarmed and pinned to the ground seconds later, the second knife finding its place next to the first.

I sigh, relaxing and waiting to be released. Whatever. I'll be dead soon anyways. I just have to wait for him to get bored and leave. Yeah, I can do that. And I wait to be released. And I wait. And I wait.

"What do you want, dude." I ask, voice sounding like how I felt. Broken.

"My name is Kakashi, you know." He says, voice barely audible.

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"Kakashi, what do you want?" I ask again, staring blankly up at him.

"I want you to reconsider your choice." He replies smoothly. I stare into his eye, seeing how serious he was.

"Fuck off, seriously. Do you think this was a split choice decision? I've been thinking about this for years. Four. (Hah, pun) Do you really think that a few minutes worth of - wait, you haven't been following me since I was in the bar, have you?" I ask, completely disregarding - and forgetting! - what I was saying beforehand, "Cause if you had that's some serious fucking dedication. Like, not even I would have that dedication, and that's saying a lot since I'm one of the worst hypocrites when it comes to stuff like this."

I wait for his response, only to get an eye smile. I frown. That could mean any number of things, from 'yes' all the way to 'you're an idiot'.

Then they fuck. And he falls asleep. And she ends up cursing herself for being so frugal, because those were her only two knives. What the hell am I doing? Why did I write another chapter of this shit? I'm sorry. Just ignore this.