Log; Incomplete and Closed

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When; Around 9pm, Today, November 5th 2007
Rating; Pg 13?
Characters; Ibitsu Kakuzu [ arteryeater   ] and Ise Nanao [ means_businss   ]
Summary; After their rather...interesting encounter during the last curse, Kakuzu decides to actually wine and dine Nanao to make up for whatever was bothering her.
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It didn't take much to make Kakuzu regret doing something -- in this City especially -- but, honestly, he had no qualms about doing what he was about to be doing. Hidan would probably have bitched about it (She's a goddess of death, man! That's exactly the opposite of what you want, isn't it? -- he could hear him say), but Kakuzu felt strangely...safe wasn't the word, but nearer to it than anything else was exactly what he felt whenever he was near Nanao, and that was different.

Kakuzu needed to feel that again. Knocking on the door to her office, the once reviled Missing-nin swallowed, and then: "Ms. Ise? Are you there?"

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Nanao was not exactly sure why she had said yes, since others had tried, and all had failed. For the most part, she really was not interested in such things, since there were other ways she could amuse herself.

If asked, she would have said it was not a date, but just dinner, as that was how her mind worked. Considering what this city did to people, especially how trying on one silly costume would make her a bit more outgoing than usual, she figured she might as well. All things considered, he had not been too bad, at least what she could remember. Plus, he was not spewing flowery nonsense, so that was a start.

When the knock came on her door, she raised her head and adjusted her glasses. "Come in." She said it before she actually thought about it, and flushed, realizing that this was the scene of her infamous crime. Huffing, she put her pen down and waited.

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Kakuzu hesitated for a moment at the sound of her voice, his hand hovering over the doorknob of the door that led into her office as he thought back on exactly what had brought them together in the first place.

It wasn't exactly...strange for the Sower to take up any no-strings offer for sex he received, but Nanao -- curse or no -- seemed like a rather...studious woman, so why would she actually say yes to going out with him, now that it was over?

He opened the door and stepped in to her office, slightly wary as to what would happen. The most obvious reason he could think of for such a beautiful woman to show interest in him had very little to do with attraction.

"...Hey, Nanao."

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Although her face was still tilted downward, her eyes rolled up to give the door a look. One eyebrow slowly rose upon her forehead as she waited. Peering owlishly from the brim of her glasses, Nanao waited.

It was a few moments later that he actually opened the door and stepped in, which was a good thing, as she really did not enjoy being kept waiting. Tapping her papers together, she closed the file she had finished and put it off to the corner of her desk with the rest.

Purple eyes peered up at him, giving a slightly nod as she rose from behind her desk. Nanao wasn't exactly the tallest of people, and she tilted her head up slightly at him. "Ah, hello, Kakuzu-san. I am finished, if we shall?"

She made a motion with her head, feeling slightly uneasy. Nothing to do with him, but rather that she was one who usually holed herself up in her quarters, although she did attend the Shinigami Woman's Association meetings, something which she would need to ask Yachiru about.

Fiddling with her glasses, she then proceeded to brush that black uniform she usually wore to rid it of any wrinkles, and moved toward him.

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Kakuzu took what he saw in like a man appraising a fine piece of art would have, his dark emerald eyes imprinting every nuance of how Nanao looked and acted as she approached him onto the forefront of his brain. She was...honestly, the girl was nothing like he had expected a Shinigami to look or to act like, and it was throwing him off; was making him feel claustrophobic in her small office.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked, bowing slightly as he held the door open for her.