Looking up from her relaxed position she knew all too well what kinds of things being in a home was like yet being in an apartment, on her own, was always different. She had to plan all things out on her own, make things up as she went on, and do things of quite an unorthodox method. Yes being in a home all of your own was a great thing however cleaning up that home was probably the worst thing in terms of a home that was truly yours and only yours to have. Jojo always wanted one however after today she did not know if she could handle it.

She stood outside an old brick mansion, why there would be a mansion out in the jungle she had absolutely no idea as her eyes scanned the place with such a calming regard and as such, she would happen to have been asked to clean this place up as well. Yes her eyes could definitely look over this place and understand why. She would pop her neck and with a small flick of her wrists she would head up to the door and knock. The knocks would seem to echo through the entire house much like a bell.

The door creaked open and a pale old man looked out and seemed to look very old and in terms of skin it was very wrinkled, his body seemed to have a hump as well while it also seemed he had a rectangular face. She would note his clothing seemed to only be that of a bathrobe and even though that creeped her out she would not be phased by it as she would bow and say, “The Kage sent me to help you clean your home.” And yet she felt very exposed just by her own self wearing her ninja garb of fishnet clothing underneath the tunic and leggings.

“Oh that was very kind of the Kage, sending me a pretty girl like you. However I do also recall in my statement that the person who helps me clean also does whatever I ask…” it was almost ironic to hear this yet she would only look up and saw him holding a maid outfit. Her eyes bugged out just looking at the thing that was set before her very eyes. “I would like you to wear this while you clean and if you refuse I do believe you do not get paid.”

‘Damn him for bringing up my pay, now I really will have to wear that thing,’ Jojo would think as her teeth grinded and her eyes focused on him with a calming glance that was a little more than spiteful angst flowing from her eyes like a fire exuding from them. Her smile easily focused back as she had to know that she had to keep this pervert happy just to keep her paycheck. She would put her hands out, taking the dress and nod, “Very well then I’ll change.”

She would go into a bathroom, changing her clothing and putting on that maid outfit that was frilly and very immodest as it had a short skirt. Oh this old man was going to have to die just because she knew something was wrong for it to fit her perfectly as it showed her legs’ fair skin and the bosom seemed to be even more accentuated by this outfit. She went out and started doing what the man told her to do. Carrying not one, two, three, but four of these paper stacks that were incredibly large while in some instance not heavy enough for her to break a sweat.

She could only focus on her mission as she knew she was being checked out by the pervert one too many times as she would start dusting, having to be higher up and down low and so on, knowing that when that pervert got a chance he would peep up through that miniskirt. This is why she hated short skirts of all things. The dusting itself took an embarrassing three hours while the next couple of tasks were better as she took trash out to the burn dumpster directly out back.

Next was the folding of all those shirts the man wore, which must have been why he was in a robe because she knew of no other reason unless he knew in advance that she was going to be the cleaning ninja today. Her body instinctively clearing up the entire place as she would only nod and with a delicate glace as that was finished she would make that bed. Her knowledge was about to suggest leaving and as she headed out she looked at the old man. “How about you stay for dinner too, make it of course for me.”

She would grit her teeth some more and would then head into the kitchen and start cooking of course her demonic mind was at work as she would begin stirring things together until she finally made the curry for anyone to love. However in the rice, uncolored and unscented, was a poison placed to which she would only smile as she was going to kill this old pervert and make him pay for the perverted stares. She would place it in front of him and say, “Enjoy,” and after getting the approval of a mission signature from him she would watch him eat the rice and she would leave, not caring to stick around and watch him die. Now that she thinks about it, his name was Mr. Black…