Oh yeah, send them out!

With a bit more conversation you decide to purchase the Shippuden model of Hinata as well as give them a few replacement outfits to wear when the going gets dirty. After a few more specifics over their attire and attitude you happily conclude your purchase. Even seconds after your hand leaves the receiver you can't help the subconscious desire to glance outside and check to see if they were walking up the driveway. The next few days are ****, check and waiting to see if they would come in even a slight second early.

It was only until the fourth day and the seventh time checking the window that a sudden rattle on the back door caused you to jump in surprise. They were supposed to come in the front door, weren't they? Shrugging it off you head for the back door, intent on letting you newest purchases in with a smile. However, before you can even touch the doorknob it begins to rattle, the telltale sign of keys clicking into the lock rousing instant suspicion within you.

Without warning the lock and doorknob turns, the door flying out at you and revealing the presence behind it, a man dressed head to toe in black with a dark cotton ski mask over his face. Out of sheer surprise you gave a yell, the door frame clipping you in the side full **** and sending you stumbling backwards in pain. Before you could react for any sort of defense the man was in front of you, his hand holding a knife over your throat, "God fucking damn it, you had to be home didn't you!"

Your eyes snapped open, remembering how for the past couple of nights you had thought there was a shadow dancing around in the dark, playing just outside of your vision. It turns out your imagination turned out to be a burglar casing your house for goods! "Well doesn't fuckin matter now does it," the guy muttered, pressing the blade tighter against my throat, "You keep quiet, you don't fucking die, got it asshole?" Immediately I nodded, knowing the best way to get out of this situation with the lease harm was to just let it slide by then call the cops later.

However, before anything else could happen a sudden voice spoke out, "Hey fuck wad!" The man was quick to turn around, surprise evident in his eyes as he turned towards the rough sounding feminine voice. Despite his speed apparently whoever it was was faster, their fist colliding with the side of his face and sending him into an instant KO for the night. With a sickening 'thud' the man collapsed on the ground next to me, his knife long forgotten on the floor and my side still aching like a motherfucker.

Despite this I looked up to see my saviors, my eyes being greeted by a sight that made me smile, my bots had arrived.