It was a normal, dreary rainy day in Los Angeles. After all, it was early April. In addition, in the middle of L.A. - outside of the city - there was an extraordinary, residential community, just full of young, growing men with the most varied of character traits.

There was a range from annoyed to silent. An unusual flat share with unusual people. You'd think if someone else moved in there, you would say it was crazy. How should one be able to live with such lunatics?

But you are wrong. They are all - most of them - not only extremely crazy, but also extremely attractive. More or less. A matter of taste. Nevertheless, they act confidently and responsibly. They each have a job, like everyone else. You see, they also had their worries about money.

Now that you now know almost everything about them - except that makes a bird in his head because they always had it - you will be able to experience it for yourself.

And after you've read the prologue, I ask you, was it a well-considered decision to register as a girl in this shared apartment - once the boy’s shared apartment? I doubt it. After all, you surely want to live in an exciting or adventurous flat share, move in with many events, don't you.

Well, let's start all over again.

A normal rainy day, in a normal area, near a big house. A shared flat. It was painted a light, not too conspicuous blue, there were three flights of stairs to the front door, the window panes were crystal clear, since the rain apparently removed the dirt from the panes. The front door was white, bluish, and next to it was an elegant bell, covered with a shiny color of gold. The roof was made of marble stones and had a reddish brown color. In the back, there was a front yard that was twice the size of the house.Good for grilling or throwing for a party.

It didn't look so bad at the moment. No, rather stylish and creative, which every newly married couple would like to move into. But appearances were deceptive. If only it weren't for these crazy people.

Inside was a white-gray-haired young man - whose hair was combed back and gell smeared with extra hair - with purple eyes and muscular build. His name was Hidan.

Hidan was standing at the window that had an extravagant shape. Dark purple curtains hang down, touching the linoleum floor and being far longer than necessary.

He had leaned on the windowsill with his cubits and was staring out the window into the open air as the individual drops surrendered to the floor. There was also a long, beige-colored, long couch behind him, the back of which was facing the front door and in front of it was a large screen that covered the entire wall. Apparently the TV. It was the living room.

Then a red-haired young man, estimated to be between 20 and 23 years old, sat on it with a book at hand. In addition, he had a slim figure that wasn't too strong or too skinny. From a distance he could look like a stick figure, but he wasn't a garden gnome and could take on the muscular Hidan.

He had light, warm, brown eyes, a bored expression and heard the name Sasori. He had his legs crossed on the seat and his left cubit relaxing on the back of the couch.

Hidan let out a sigh, which Sasori didn’t miss. "How long do you want to hang around in front of the window?" He asked quite neutrally, without taking his eyes off the book.

The white-gray-haired man turned around insultingly. "Shut up, at least I can behave myself and I took my time off today and I'm waiting for the girls." He roared and crouched slightly, pointing with his forefinger at Sasori.Sasori didn't answer for a while, and Hidan still maintained his posture.

"You say.", He replied bored. According to Hidan's taste, it was just cheeky.

Suddenly Hidan's head went all red. The redhead broke the barrel when you consider that he has been waiting for half a day and could not fall asleep yesterday evening from excitement.

"You lousy cockroach, now you're going to beat up.", Hidan shouted, throwing himself at his enemy with a body slam, whereby the redhead turned his head to the front door - to Hidan - with a startled look. The white-gray-haired man grabbed Sasori's throat and gave him a real shake, cursing as much as he could.

Whereas Sasori grabbed Hidan's wrist, dubiously trying to unleash himself, choked out a few incomprehensible words and meanwhile he held the book in the other hand - which he had read quietly before - slapped the back of Hidan's head.

Both had an I-hate-you look on.

It looked like two little immature boys were fighting over an Action Men figure.

"Take that, and that, and that, you fart face." Hidan hissed over and over again.

After an eternity afterward, the front door rang. Neither of the two reacted, were too busy in their argument and forgot everything around them or Hidan's roar was simply unmistakable.

"Tobi opens up." A black-haired boy - in whom his hair pointed upwards. came hopping down the stairs happily.

However, it happened. He missed a step and tumbled painfully down the stairs. Right on the face.

Tobi whined. "Tobi has ouch." Apparently he was now too weak to get up again. Instead, he lay face first on the hard floor.

It was still ringing. This person probably got impatient and didn't have the nerve to stand in the bad rainy weather any longer."God, what's the point of this riot?" Grumbled an orange-haired man who had also had the ends of his hair pushed up and just came out of the kitchen. He had three piercings between the nasal bone, two on the ends of his lips and six pieces each on his ears, to which a pointed five centimeter long needle that went through his ear was perpendicular. On both sides.

What he saw after that was less pleasant. Hidan and Sasori fought for their lives, Tobi was dying and the doorbell rang incessantly.

"Pain, help me, the guy has gone insane.", The redhead moaned as he freed himself from the clutches of "evil" for a short time. At the same time he reached out an arm to Pain and looked at him with hope and expectation.

Pain lowered his eyebrows.

"I don't think about it."

So he trotted casually to the door and opened it.

A blond young man with his clothes soaked shivered in front of the door. He had long blond hair that he always tied at the top of the hair.

Behind him was a black-haired young man, also with long hair, but they weren't too conspicuous, like the blond young man's.

Then a brown-blonde-haired girl - clasped by the arm - stood next to Itachi and looked intimidating to Pain.

There were two suitcases next to it.

"Pain. Why did it take so long, un?" The blonde shouted, waving his arms.

The orange-haired man, who is still dreaming that the girl was inspecting, saw how her skin-tight top was soaked and you could see her bosom.

It wasn't until two seconds later that he noticed how he was being poked at by his counterpart.

"Uh ... don't yell at me like that," Pain grumbled and looked him in awe in the face.

"Kiriko, please, come in.", The blonde asked him kindly.

"Only: Kiko.", Deidara corrected her.

The blonde wanted to grab her arm, but Kiriko flinched.Even though she couldn't see anything, she had a very good hearing. Deidara also took a step back, not wanting to come too close to her.

"What, what is it, huh?"

Kiriko lowered her head a little. "I, I want Itachi to bring me in." With every word she got quieter.

Itachi, who accompanied them inside, took their suitcases with them.

As soon as the blonde stepped in, Hidan's curses and Sasori's strangles came to the fore.

"What the hell is going on here, un?" He said in horror and widened his eyes.

Pain, who joined the blonde, patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay, he didn't want it any other way," he said encouragingly.

"But hey, why don't you introduce them to me?", Pain grinned a bit insidiously, had put his arm on Deidara's shoulder and nodded at Kiriko.

He raised an eyebrow. As a result, he took a step backwards and pushed Pain's arm away.

"No chance, you have to take care of that yourself.", The blonde clarified with a mischievous smile.

The fact that Sasori and Hidan fought was long forgotten, after all, it was normal everyday life for them. Tobi, was hardly noticeable anyway. So they left him on the floor.

"Kiko, who would you like to share a room with, huh?" Deidara suddenly jumped out of nowhere. Somehow he sounded meaningful and apparently hoped - that acknowledged in the expression on his face - that Kiriko would choose him.

Kiriko didn't know what to do, she wanted much more to share a room with Itachi, but she was just too shy to express her wish. She didn't answer for a while, but it made her uncomfortable too.

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I would be happy if you could tell me who you would like to share a room with. Didn't I mention 'ne ^^' I'm really sorry.
Well, hope you enjoyed the chapter. =]Your Black