Raven's pov 

Kakashi led me to my new home, which was out of the way of the rest of the village. It was near the edge of some woods, which I was thankful for. Although, it did make me a bit nervous. Nobody could hear me scream out here. Kakashi is a pretty weird dude. I don't actually think he's a pedophile, but you never know. I mean, he saw me climb out a window and then decided it'd be good to adopt me. Who does that?

The man opened the door for me and led me inside. His house felt like a log cabin to me, cozy and warm. As I looked around, my stomach decided it would be a good time to demonstrate the perfect whale call. Really, it was spectacular. I guess living off of mostly forks for four days has taken its toll on my body. I'm not surprised.

"We have some food in the kitchen if you want something." Kakashi said. I pursed my lips contemplatively. I really can't hide it, can I? I'm going to be living with this man for a while, so he's going to need to know unless I want to become a criminal who breaks into hardware stores and steals anything they can carry. While that would be sort of badass, it probably isn't a good idea for someone who's in hiding.

"Hey, Kakashi?" I called hesitantly. "Yeah?" He responded idly, setting the groceries down on the pinewood table before turning to me. I practically withered under his stare, fidgeting like a kid about to confess to something they'd done wrong. I mean, I just eat metal. It really isn't that big a deal, right?

Right?

"...I need some metal." There, I said it. It came out. He's about to know. 

"Um... why?" Of course he's asking questions. I just... I wish he wouldn't. I know I need it to survive because of the types of demons I have in me. They thrive off this stuff, especially Igneous. I know Kuro likes the metal; although, I'm not sure why. I think he derives nutrients from it or something. I never ask questions when it comes to them. 

"I just need some." I shrugged as casually as possible, as though it weren't a big deal. He stared at me for a few extremely awkward seconds. I stared back. He better get me some damn metal or he's gonna have a missing child's case on his hands. I'm not staying here if there's no food. I will put myself back in the orphanage because damn this place if there's nothin' to eat. 

"...Alright." Kakashi cleared his throat slightly, moving down the hallway at a pace that was excruciatingly slow. I stared after him, standing there patiently as I waited for him to find something for me to fill my deprived stomach with. He didn't take as long as I thought he would, honestly. I don't think I was even there a minute before he returned with an iron crowbar. It didn't look used at all, and I had to wonder why he had it in the first place. I decided not to worry about it too much. 

"Er, here." He handed it to me.

"This isn't important is it?" My mouth was watering, and I prayed to the heavens above that it wasn't. "No, why?" Kakashi's response made my day. I was ready to fall to my actual legit knees and cry. My day can't get any better now. This man has become my all time favorite man, all because he gave me food. God bless. 

"Sweet." I sniffed it. "I'm hella hungry. Living off forks is definitely not the way to go."

And with that, I took a huge bite out of that crowbar. And damn was it good. 

Kakashi gaped, staring at me wide eyed. I hummed, closing my eyes as I savored the metallic taste that filled my mouth. It was heavenly. I know I have two demons sealed in me, so I sure as hell hope this holy divine piece of iron doesn't burn them with it's sheer grace.

"You eat metal." Kakashi breathed. "Oh my- you eat... you eat metal!"

"Can't survive without it." I said, taking another bite. I did a mini dance in place at the taste, the one you do out of reflex when you're super happy. It was a good day. A very good day. "How though? Why? What's happening?" Kakashi looked like he'd just woken up in the middle of the woods naked with no memory of what had happened or how he'd gotten there. It was almost comical. But he just gave me food and I'm like, super thankful so I'm not going to laugh.

"Just accept it. You adopted a teenage girl who eats metal." I nodded solemnly. "Good luck getting rid of me now. I'm like a cat: you feed me once, and I never leave."

"So... So that's why you took forks after every meal. You weren't collecting them, you ate them!" He sounded like he'd just solved the scandal of the century. The way he stared at me with sheer utter horror and shock, as though I'd just told him I'd somehow killed his wife when I was only three. "There yah go." I swallowed a mouthful of that sweet, sweet iron. "Now you've got it."

"This is insane." He muttered. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that, but Kuro is so lit that he lets me. "It's a huge advantage though... sometimes." I shrugged. I don't know nor do I care about the advantages or disadvantages of my little... quirk, or whatever you wanna call this. I just want to come out at the end of the day with a full, satisfied stomach.

"What about that girl?" Kakashi asked. "The one who dropped the plate one your foot or spilled the hot chocolate on you."

Holding up my hand, I let it turn to iron. It took a few seconds to turn. It stayed its normal color, but it didn't look any different that it had before. Only this time, if I punched someone in the face, I'd probably break the whole thing and not just the nose. "Well, not only do I eat metal, I can also turn my body into any metal I've consumed." I explained, whacking my hand on the remaining part of my tasty, tasty god-sent meal. It created a banging noise that made Kakashi jump slightly. 

He gaped again. I ate as I let him process, my body swaying ever so slightly. Kakashi just stared. It was unnerving, but completely understandable. He adopted what he though was going to be a semi-normal if not slightly damaged teenage girl. Instead, he gets me. "Do they write books on this?" The Hatake asked himself. 

"I doubt it." I shrugged. "You could write one though. For the next unsuspecting man who happens to adopt a metal-eating teen."

So far, Kakashi seems like a laid back person. He obviously enjoys reading, and he wears a creepy-ass mask every waking hour of the day. He's got something behind his headband, and I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his eye. He's still young, but his hair is already silver. He's tall, and probably pretty strong. And from what I gather, he isn't easily angered. That's a very good thing, since I'm a stubborn asshole who likes to insult people. 

"W...Well." Kakashi cleared his throat, his voice a pitch higher than it probably should have been. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room, I guess."

I stuffed the rest of the crowbar in my mouth, grabbing the worn out leather backpack I'd had for years and rushing after him as he speedily walked down the hall. His movements were very rigid. He's probably still shaken by the fact that he's adopted a child that can eat literal knives and shit like that. "Is that all you have?" Kakashi coughed a little, staring at my backpack. I nodded. "Yup. Portable room is the best sort of room. Don't judge it. Worship it."

He asked no questions. 

I opened my backpack hastily, causing him to turn to me. Like the showoff I am, I reached my arm into it as deep as I could, which was up to my shoulder. The backpack itself doesn't look all that big, but there's actually a ladder leading into a room where you could potentially live if you wanna be a hermit. Whatever happens to the backpack outside doesn't effect what happens inside, so if I shake the bag, the room will stay still. It does have its disadvantages though. If I were to say, burn the bag with someone inside, they'd be stuck and probably starve!

"What the..." Kakashi looked so done with me. I opened it wider so he could look inside. He stared into the bag with wide eyes, looking from me, to the bag, and then back to me again. "There's no way." He said. "How'd you do this?"

"I didn't do anything. It was given to me. It's great, really. There's a whole room down there." I really shouldn't be telling him this. He could easily steal it, or tell the Hokage about it. I don't doubt it'd get taken away if he did that. I mean, this room could potentially be one of the most useful things in this whole village if you were to use it correctly.

"Won't things move when you walk?" Kakashi questioned, scratching the back of his neck. I shook my head. "Nope. The inside is unaffected by outside movement. One of its many beauties. I could carry actual people in here. Sixty, if they all stood. The backpack would stay the same weight, and they wouldn't get jostled at all."

"W-Well," Kakashi seemed to panic, throwing open the door in front of us, "this is your room! Decorate it however you want!"

"Thanks man." I grinned at him. "You may want to stock up on some more metal."

His face seemed to pale, and his head dropped. "At least I don't have to cook..." So he's an optimist. Good to know. Maybe it'll counter my bitchy depressing attitude and null it or something. I mean, I can only hope.

Snorting slightly, I entered my new room, wondering what the academy was going to be like.