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CHAPTER 6
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There's a homeless guy at the door!
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"You want some dinner?"
I was spinning on one of the high bar stools at the counter when he entered the room. Why weren't there spinning chairs like that in Kiri?
Two days had passed since our sparring match. I hadn't left the house yet, because Keigo had noticed in the meantime that I was completely clueless about Japan and big cities. He had told me about the system of heroes and I brushed him off with the fact that our non-civilians were something similar to the police, to whom one could report crimes.
In the huge apartment, however, I was allowed to move around completely freely. Hawks wasn't as annoying as I initially thought, mostly leaving me alone for the day. It was quite convenient really, and I wasn't opposed to to taking advantage of the burd man's (probably faked) hospitality until I found my way back home.
"You good with chicken?" he asked again. I nodded slightly, still slowly rotating. Then suddenly I stopped mid-spin, clutching the counter, and wheeled around with a shocked expression. For a moment I stared at his wings then at his face. The blond looked at me in confusion.
"You...chicken. What?", I stuttered, still a little off track. I guess he realized what I was getting at.
"Yeah, I eat chicken. Deal with it.", he sighed and went back to typing away on the little screen he called a cell phone. Wherever I was at the moment, apparently technology was much more advanced here than it was back at home. With a slightly paralyzed look on my face, I slid off the stool and slipped backwards out of the room.
Hawks watched me, snorting in amusement, until I disappeared around the corner. He was a cannibal. I should get out of here before he switched to humans.
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Chirp chirp chirpppppppppp.
I startled up from the bed someone had put in the discarded room where I stayed most of the time. I would never get used to the doorbell here sounding like birdsong. The alarm clock and the kitchen clock on the hour as well-- Everything here made bird sounds. Gross
"Can you get that, sword girl? That's our food!" yelled Keigo from the second floor. I stood up, tied my headband tighter, and shuffled to the door. Food delivered right to the apartment. Another thing that was at the same time complete luxury and completely unnecessary. But since I had stranded here, I could eat my fill every day, no matter what time, whenever I was hungry. Absolutely awesome. That's why I had no complaints about suppliers.
I turned the front door's knob (which was shaped like a bird's head) pulled the door open, expecting to see one of the pimply boys with striped, colorful costumes who usually brought the food. In front of me stood the exact opposite: a slightly depressed and very tired looking man with stringy black hair and plain gray clothes. My gaze lingered on the white-gray scarf around his neck, which strongly reminded me of my bandages. I couldn't see food anywhere.
"We're not buying anything," I said bluntly, "And I don't want to talk to you about Jashin." The man's eyebrows drew together and his jaw tensed.
"My name is Aizawa Shota and I'm a friend of the owner of this house-"
Wham!
With a bang, I slammed the door right in his face, turned, and walked down the hallway, away from the entrance. I skillfully ignored the steady pounding. Even his knocking on a door sounded tired. How the hell did that work?
"Listen, girl I-", I heard the muffled and thus barely audible voice through the wood, but drowned it out with my call:
"Oya, fowl! There's a homeless guy at the door who seems to want somethin'. Take care of it."
A few seconds later, I heard the flapping of wings and Keigo came sailing down the stairs. He landed, walked past me, pulled the door open as well, and before he could even see the outsider, he was already fluting:
"Aizawa, what's up?", apparently my description wasn't so bad. The overtired man sighed and started again.
"I'm here for the patrols-"
Wham!
Keigo slammed the door just as I had just a few minutes before.
"Not one peaceful day." the blond muttered. I grinned and held out my fist to him, an offer of friendship that rarely came from me. Keigo accepted.
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"Oh, I keep forgetting I put a ladder up for you non-birdmen." Sighed the birdman next to me as we arrived in the living room. Sitting there, arms folded, legs crossed, and grimacing, was the homeless man from just a moment ago.
I fumbled for the kunai and closed my hand around one of the knives. Just to be sure. Keigo shook his head imperceptibly, I looked at him questioningly, and he blinked briefly a few times. Snorting, I turned away, but took my hand out of the pocket.
"So, Sodogaru (Japanese for sword girl), this is my...colleague Aizawa Shota. Aizawa, this is Momochi Zara. My cousin. She's been living with me for a little time." The tired guy gave me a curt nod, and I didn't return the gesture. Instead, I turned and left the room. Behind me, I heard the dark-haired guy mutter lowly:
"Homeless, then, hmpf. You recognize me from that?"
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I was sitting peacefully on my favorite swivel stool and ate yogurt. Our food still hadn't arrived, so I had searched the fridge for edible things and found at least a limited amount.
From the living room, I suddenly heard Keigo's startled cry and jumped up.
Within three seconds I was standing in the doorway, the kunai really in my hand this time, ready to use it. Aizawa sat there just as calmly as before, now raising his head and giving me a surprised look. His eyes slid from my face to the knife in my hand. Then he turned to the birdman, who seemed to have calmed down again.
"You let her openly carry weapons?" he asked with a monotone look. Hawks nodded curtly and shrugged off the question with a wave of his hand.
"Whatever the rat has planned, I won't allow it!".
I had rarely seen the blond this determined. The last time was when he forbade me to carry Kubikiri around the house. The few employees were terrified of me anyway. Aizawa sighed.
"You've had a stranger living in your house for three days now, who knows as much about Japan and Musutafu as a newborn baby! Of course Nedzu wants to keep an eye on her."
"In case you've forgotten, my Quirk gives me extremely sharp eyes. I think I'm capable of watching out for a teenager!", Watching out? who was talking about watching out, huh? Keigo didn't notice my offended face, still focused on Aizawa: "You're about to have twenty of them yourself."
"And I already regret it," the man with black hair muttered under his breath.
"See? So far I'm doing very well with the kid, No reason-"
It was enough. I was not a child and no one was looking out for me. I could kill anyone in this room in a matter of seconds. Usually it was an advantage to be underestimated, but right now, for some reason, it was upsetting me beyond belief. All I wanted to do was eat my chicken. I moved in a flash and was suddenly standing in front of Keigo pulling him towards me by the collar and growling at him.
"Listen poultry, you're not taking care of anyone here and also I find it absolutely admirable how you can discuss me while I'm in the room," I was let out so much threatening KI that Keigo looked quite shaken. With the exact same icy stare, I now turned my head to the homeless man on our couch.
He had his cell phone in his hand and was filming. Bastard.
"I would be very grateful if we could end this conversation now, otherwise it's going to get very uncomfortable here. Because I'm fucking hungry.", I spoke smiling broadly while continuing to look like I was about to slit his throat. He watched at me, unimpressed.
"Let me ibtroduce myself again. My name is Aizawa Shota. I'm not homeless, but probably your future class teacher."
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