Home Sweet Home[Natasha, Eiji, Natsumi]

The group of soldats that accompanied Natasha on her trip to Karakura city were all doubtlessly shocked when Natasha had came with a young man. Their mission was to handle a group of hollow who had taken root in a specific area of that district. The primary goal had already been achieved, so there really wasn't any rule against anything done on a whim. Natasha would have gladly stated her reasons for bringing Eiji along, but no one pressed the issue, and they enjoyed a relatively quiet flight on the way home. What was there to inquire? She was the coordinator. Their leader. Whatever she did was business entirely of her own make.

When they settled into the city, Natasha motioned for Eiji to follow her. Since he would be occupying his own room, he needed his own clothes. Thus, their first location was the shopping mall. When that realm of business had been square away after an hour or two, her house was their last stop. Motioning for him to follow her closely until they reached her home, Natasha casually swung her door open, entering her home to set everything down as she let out a soft exhale. Turning to Eiji with a smile, she flamboyantly presented her home with an extended hand.

"Welcome to my humble abode, sugar. Ain't much, but it gets the job done. Let's get you squared away into your room, shall we?"

What little reading Natsumi did these days was for the sake of understanding some fundamentals she should have learned in school. She had her own workbook to get a better understanding of certain concepts too. It was, by all means, homework. So far, she hated math and science and anything similar. The only thing she liked doing was the small art sections that allowed her to draw. Everything else sucked.

Laying on the floor in her room and swinging her feet back and forth as she sketched something, Natsumi's ears picked up a noise from downstairs. 'Finally,' Natsumi thought. She expected Natasha home, so with a bit of excitement, she hopped to her feet and rushed out of her room to the top of the stairs to greet her.

"Welcome home!" Natsumi shouted, and it was then that she noticed that someone new had arrived with her. The excitement faded and curiosity took hold. Natsumi pointed at the human bag carrier and looked to Natasha. "Who's this?"

"Don't worry, I'll just lead you upstairs and show ya where you'll be crashing for a while. Sure your arms are probably killin' ya with all those clothes we bought."

Natasha smiled warmly at the admittedly adorable tug at her hand. Responding with a ruffle to his hair, she had intended to motion for him to follow her upstairs until her hazel eyes recognized Natsumi's approaching presence as she rushed downstairs to greet her. Most likely, she probably only expected to see one individual, not two. Turning to face Natsumi fully, she grinned from ear to ear as she ruffled Eiji's hair again. Guess it was time to introduce the new member of the household, hm?

"Eiji Mori. I met him during one of my missions. We hit it off pretty well, and well, I decided I'd take him on as my protégé. I didn't get a chance to mention her to ya, Eiji, but this is Natsumi. She's somethin' like a daughter to me now, and a really fun lil' lady to be around. Be nice to each other, alright?"

There were many concepts in this world that Natsumi never had to deal with, at least not in this fashion. Now, she was interacting with "sharing." In this sense, sharing Natasha. She stared at Eiji with little care, and maybe a flicker of hostility as he talked to her. She looked him up and down and counted the bags he was holding. Natsumi tried keeping a straight face, but the irritation in her eyes was not easily hidden. She said nothing to this invader and looked to Natasha.

"Why is he here?" Natsumi said, treating the guy like he hadn't said a word. Being rude was not a concern of hers right now. "Why does he have all these bags?" Natsumi remembered when she first moved in. There were lots of things she had to get too, and this guy seemed to be following all of those steps so far. The only problem was, Natsumi didn't want him here. To Natsumi, this Eiji was a threat.

"Comes with the territory, honey. Can't exactly blame me for actin' like a mom around someone that dun act his age much, eh?"

Natasha offered a playful quip, chuckling heartily at the exchange of playful banter they were sharing so far. Sure, he was almost eighteen, but Natsumi was already in his age range, and she couldn't help playing into that nurturing part of her spirit. Did she need to buy him so many clothes? Of course she did. He was apart of the household now. As long as he earned his keep, he wouldn't have to ask for much while she was around. That was simply in her nature. Of course, Natasha arched an eyebrow in curiosity as Natsumi ignored Eiji during his introduction. Somewhat disappointing, to be sure, but she didn't show that through her expression. Natasha simply patted her hand on his shoulder. She knew what she was signing up for with this, and she held no intention of backing down from her decision. Natsumi had to learn to be polite.

"His name is Eiji, and he politely introduced himself, Natsumi. He's here because, as he said, I'm taking him under my wing to train him and show him the ropes of combat. Can't do that traveling from here to Karakura all the time, so I'm allowing him to spend the time here. As far as the bags go, well, he needed clothing, just like you did at one point, sweetheart."

Natasha motioned for Eiji to follow him to the steps, tugging at his shoulder as she lead him over.

"Sorry bout' that, honey."

There were multiple times that Natsumi wanted to say something. She didn't understand what was happening. Eiji could go somewhere else. He did not have to be here. She opened her mouth to speak and shut it three times. Trying to figure out the whys and hows and whens and whats were only making her angry.

As he inched by, Natsumi stepped back, looking away from Eiji and Natasha until they made it to the top of the stairs. Once they were at the top, Natsumi hurried up after them, watching to see what room he went into. If he went into hers, she was gonna throw him out the window. Even at the lab, boys didn't share with girls.

It seemed he was getting his own room... That wasn't good. How long was he staying? Why was his room next to hers. They could get him a dog house for the backyard or something. Even Natsumi knew that wasn't going to happen if Natasha liked this dumb boy. That more came off as hopeful thinking...

Natsumi went to her room and peeked out around the corner down at them, the light of her bedroom not exactly hiding her. If he looked over at her, Natsumi glared at him. If Natasha looked at her, Natsumi stepped out into the hall.

"Can't he go somewhere else? I don't want him here! He smells like old fish."

Well now, Natasha could already imagine how difficult it was going to be attempting to get these two to interact. Eiji played his part relatively well, introduced himself politely enough, displaying nothing but his best behavior. Natsumi, on the other hand, strayed so far from the young woman Natasha was so commonly familiar with. Regressing from kind young lady of the house to the bratty daughter that shirked at the slightest idea that they might be replaced, Natasha didn't quite know how to handle her initial mood. As such, the best method was quickly getting Eiji settled in. Of course, it appeared that Natsumi had no intent of making that objective an easy one, following them upstairs to voice a comment in her general direction. Opening the door for Eiji to enter, Natasha crossed her arms with a smile as she shook her head. Christ... What was she she to do with this young lady?

"Nah. My mind's already made, sugar. Cut him some slack will ya? Any smell he might have can be rectified with a shower. He ain't said nothin' mean and yer already treatin' him like an adversary? C'mon, Natsumi.. thought I told ya better than that."