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Old 04-16-2018, 07:24 PM   #1
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Name: Kenyata Ichiro
Shinobi Rank: Jounin
Missing-Nin Rank: A
Village: Amegakure
Last Location: A small village outside of Furiyamu
Additional Notes: A master of Aigasa as well as Projectile Ninjutsu and the style known as Those Lacking Opacity. Highly skilled, no known family outside of his mother a non-shinobi who has recently left the village proper prior to her son defecting. Records show Kenyata Keiko having cashed all checks made out to Ichiro for last five years. Not expected to have gone far from his mother.
Reward: 25,000 ryou, dead or alive.
Yukiji had waited her entire career for a mission like this.

A Jounin shinobi of Rain within enemy territory hunting down a deadly and skilled traitor to the village proper. How stupid could Kenyata be? There was a civil war going on! Rain Country tore itself at the seams with shinobi and military at each other's throats and threatening the existence of the other without a shred of empathy or forgiveness?

Could traitors and deserters be forgiven--no matter what the reason?

Of course not...

I just wish I was assigned this mission by myself.


Ayame had given the impression in her evaluation and subsequent promotion to Jounin that Yukiji would be given a command. She imagined commanding a Chuunin squad through battle or perhaps leading a Genin team with a re-imagined iteration of Team Nine. There was no such luck. This was her first mission as a Jounin and the stakes were very much apparent and clear to the leadership within Amegakure.

So not only was Yukiji not sent by herself, the newest Jounin of Amegakure was given a chaperone, a comrade, a co-head of the mission.

Also known as a 5'6" glory stealer disguised as some clan freak.

Yukiji had never interacted with a Maeda before herself but she had read enough to be freaked out and that caused for her to already view Maeda Kazuhiko with a certain degree of skepticism. Yukiji tried to bury her own pride and ego and focus on the task at hand, however, she could sense that Kazuhiko was chosen for a reason. He wasn't much older than herself and obviously highly skilled and intelligent.

Yukiji was a fun-sized brute...Ayame knew what she was doing.

Unfortunately.

Amegakure had been fortunate in their hunt for the A-Ranked Missing-Nin Kenyata Ichiro and they had discovered through their own scouts that his mother while gone from their Sector 2 home had taken up residence in a small outpost village right outside the capital city proper. On the outskirts, hidden among the Rain country foilage, there lied Maeda Kazuhiko and Setoguchi Yukiji. Silent and eager for action, at least Yukiji.

"The mission report spoke of several drop offs in terms of cash and supplies headed over here to Ms. Kenyata," Yukiji whispered to herself, "The plan is clear, correct senpai?"

The honorific dripped on her tongue like a cuss word but Yukiji was reviewing for herself. She brought a dainty finger to her short hair, bringing a strand behind her ears to reveal large hoop earrings and give extra focus to the three gold rings of varying sizes distributed among her fingers.

For someone who cast such a small shadow, Yukiji no doubt loved to shine as brightly as possible.

"Catch whoever is giving her the supplies, interrogate them and see if they can lead us to Ichiro," she nodded to herself, "Then we kill the traitor quickly and in time for a nice meal if possible."
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Old 04-17-2018, 10:44 AM   #2
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Kazuhiko was a fun dad, or rather, chaperone.

Outfitted in all black chitin, save for his head – for now – the Maeda laid in wait next to his colleague like a spider, hungry for its next meal. She reminded him a lot of himself: Early promotions across the board and particularly talented in certain fields. From what Ayame had told him about her, Yukiji had just recently returned from a deep cover mission herself. He found the similarities about as odd as he did intriguing, even if the other jounin’s distaste for him was palpable.

But that was okay, totally! It wasn’t like she just disliked him for being a Maeda or something: Kazuhiko had a ton of other character flaws, ones that she probably had picked up on, even if the two had only made acquaintance a few hours prior. He shot her a sarcastic look in reference to the honorific, shrugging his shoulders as the chitin covering him lightly popped, an insectoid sheen glistening as rain drops pattered against him.

“…I thought our target was our meal.” He put on a pout, letting a chitin dagger emerge from the gauntlet on his wrist. He had similar structures hidden throughout his armor, adaptations, they were called. This one in particular was rather lethal, particularly if he didn’t kill his enemies with the first hit. If the mission had not been such a high stakes one, he would have been apt to toy with his prey. Nothing gave him greater joy than watching the enemies of Amegakure accept their death, knowing that by the time he was done with their body, they would be nothing more than fodder for the karamushi.

“I’m joking.” His eyes narrowed as she reiterated their situation. It wasn’t necessary, but he supposed that the younger ones always liked some kind of clarification. Perhaps it was validation. Regardless, it was a good plan. “I don’t particularly care for the taste of human flesh, at least, not like the karamushi do.”

After his quip, he waited with Yukiji in silence. An indistinguishable amount of time passed, the patter of rain distorting the sense and putting the notion of sleep in Kazuhiko’s mind. It wasn’t much longer, however, until the man they were looking for crept through the forest east of them. In their southern position, the Maeda held up a hand, as if to tell his comrade to wait.

He produced a scroll, two large seals imbedded into it. Undoing them with a hand seal, two cadavers appeared, each positively green. If Yukiji looked closely, she could see parasites squirming underneath the man and woman’s skin. They bore gang symbols, more specifically, that of the CCC, on their blazers. He shot the other jounin a disgusting grin as he wove through hand seals.

The karamushi inside the corpses seemed to react, and just moments later, spurred to motion. One ran out of the forest, straight for their target, while the other seemed to secrete some kind of ooze from its limbs, darting up a tree and moving for a better position.

He looked toward Yukiji.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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Old 04-17-2018, 11:37 AM   #3
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"How crude senpai, I prefer my meat cooked medium rare," Yukiji nodded calmly as the pitter patter of rain hit her head in spite of the frilly umbrella on her side, "Any one with any sort of class knows that human is only good when its slow roasted and braised for three hours. Otherwise it's too gamey. I have a recipe that you should try using ginger and soy sauce paired with 3 garlic cloves and small amount of red wine. It's very very pleasant."

She was trying to remain calm and poised but of course she was waging an internal war within her own chest to prepare and seem mentally prepared for the task at hand. Kazuhiko was a bastion of powers Yukiji lacked both the desire and necessary mental capacity to comprehend or understand. The powers of the Maeda, the threat of their parasites and their manipulation of what seemed to be an alien biology? It was all too much for Yukiji and so she decided to simply accept it with equal parts reticence and acceptance.

After all, Kazuhiko was her teammate and comrade--she didn't need to understand him in order to benefit from him and she had always benefited from her ability to adapt.

Working with Ishuro was not something that tested her ability to understand or comprehend. There were other issues of mental gymnastics that she was more than capable of.

Her fellow Jounin raised his hand in trepidation and then summoned actual corpses--shambling and stumbling towards the cabin they had been staking out.

A glint of steel became visible at the hilt of her umbrella...

It's time.

---

"Momma," spoke the gravely and measured voice of Kenyata Ichiro , "Be safe and strong...I can't thank you enough for choosing this path with me. I won't leave you alone for long. I will make you proud, I promise. We will have peace. We will have calm..."

Two umbrellas strapped to the back of the six foot five, broad shouldered and strong, lean and handsome body of Kenyata Ichiro--chiseled and deadly, there was a certain vulnerability as bent down and hugged a woman who obviously was his mother or something close to it. She bore a faint resemblance to him, though her frame was short, carrying the extra weight of child birth and age, wrinkled but still possessing an earthly and humble sort of beauty.

She looked utterly unimpressive barring the emotion she etched out of her completely impressive looking son.

"Now, now Ichi-kun, do not be foolish...", she smiled faintly as she rubbed his hair in the power of his embrace, "You have a plan?"

Ichiro nodded.

"I am meeting with the Rain Government and I will be selling them information for compensation Momma," he broke the embrace and went to the door, "We will get the money and smuggle our selves through Grass to Bear Country. We'll have a farm, I'll get a wife and we'll live...we'll live without war."

"Yes, yes, do be careful Ichi-kun."

"Always Momma."

---

When the door was opened and Ichiro took a step outward and off the porch--he'd be met head on by both a shambling corpse and the short black blur that was Setoguchi Yukiji. Among the pitter patter of the rain and the sound of it hitting the ground, the sound of the thousand birds chirping and the flash of the lightning in her palm was nearly indistinguishable from the sounds of the landscape itself.

Of course, that's just wishful thinking--isn't it?

Yukiji burst forward with an impressive amount of speed, seeking to flank her opponent with the deadly and powerful technique of the legendary but long since deceased Leaf Shinobi Hatake Kakashi. Yukiji cared little for history. She knew nothing of Leaf and even littler of Hatake Kakashi. What she did know?

She did know she loved his signature technique.

"CHIDORI!!!"

She felt it too late...

Unmistakably and without a shadow of a doubt...

Sakki: Killing Intent.

"Not today Ame-Dog," muttered Ichiro as his umbrellas outstretched just in time for Yukiji's palm to pierce it but with enough distance to keep the Jounin and her deadly grasp at bay, the Shambler also being kept away at a similar distance with the other umbrella, "Back away--now and you'll still keep your life."

Yukiji couldn't help herself...

"As if, traitor!", she grunted, "I'm not so much a coward to put my life above my honor. You made an oath, least you forget who the dog is."
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Old 04-17-2018, 01:58 PM   #4
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With his other shambler moving through the shadows, unseen, Kazuhiko moved to aid the kunoichi in securing their target. His approach was slow and methodical, as if he were taking his time in order to find an opening in Ichiro’s defense. In reality, he just wanted the man to see him. Cocking his arm like a shotgun, the Maeda reached out with his right hand, firing off the adaptation he had shown Yukiji previously. Its trajectory had it landing in Ichiro’s head, but he shifted his umbrellas just enough to where it bounced off harmlessly.

The Maeda simply grinned, forming a hand seal.

“You should listen to him, Yukiji. Back away, the karamushi do not discriminate when it comes to who they infect.”

A mere instant later, the shambler that had moved to form the pincer attack with Yukiji expired. It collapsed to the ground, karamushi writhing together in a wild, tangled mass as a cloud of black spores erupted from the carcass. If anyone could see through the smoke, they would notice a fleshy, red lump emerging from the corpse’s chest, red veins latched over the body the karamushi inside split and combined, creating the infectious nest.

“The spores themselves simply transmit infection.” He stared hard at Ichiro, a malicious grin overtaking him. The bloodlust in the jounin’s eyes was intense – this wasn’t simply a mission to Kazuhiko, this was a sport. Agony, death, disease, Kazuhiko very much regarded himself as an agent of the apocalypse. “It’s the Maeda who make it much worse. The karamushi respond to our chakra. They can do things to your body that… Well, you’ll see soon enough.”

Slipping into a fighting stance, he readied himself for a counterattack, turning his grin toward Yukiji.

“I hope you’re not above sterilizing your meat before you cook it.” He licked his lips. “It’s a shame, though. Why does Ayame always want the cute ones dead?”

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Old 04-17-2018, 08:52 PM   #5
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"Maybe we wait until we're in bigger danger before bringing out the contagious jutsu, eh senpai? Just a thought from your sweet little teammate Yuki-chan--don't mind it!"

Yukiji did take his advice though, jumping back with an impressive amount of speed while one hand went to her parasol and another went to her long turtle neck of her long black dress--reaching inside the turtle neck was the traditional shinobi mask. Not something she preferred to fight with considering how physical her fighting style was it definitely got involved and in the way of her going all out.

Probably an exaggeration...

Still look at our precious little glory hog clan freak.

With techniques like this is it any surprise they're stuck in Sector 2?

Still Kazu-kun, your powers are great. Terrible. But great.

I can stomach greatness. I might even be able to swallow it whole.


She noted that as she gave distance Ichiro launched his umbrella within the air having it spin above him with a certain degree of malice before reaching into his shirt an pulling out a breathing apparatus placing it on his face with a quickened pace before also bringing up his guard, staring at Yukiji's own umbrella and Kazuhiko and his shambling corpse with the big red pile of herpes with even bigger trepidation.

"I don't wanna hurt anybody..."

"That makes one of us!"

"I have left for peace, I respect your effort, but I don't expect you to understand..."
, Ichiro he sighed, "You'll tell your superiors I am sorry, right?"

He nodded as he dropped two smoke bombs from his sleeves, enveloping the area in smoke...

"This will be the mission where you almost caught Kenyata Ichiro. Nothing more...nothing less."

Yukiji underneath her black mask covering her sour expression clicked her parasol to reveal the katana underneath it. She was done playing games. Maeda parasites be damned.

"Don't let him get away senpai! Forward! Attack! ATTACK! ATTACK!!!"

High off adrenaline or maybe finally giving into her true Daredevil nature, Yukiji did the only thing that made sense to her--she dove head and sword first into the smoke.

She'd figure out the rest as she went.
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“If I scare you, stay out of my way.”

His voice was firm, though it wasn’t harsh. Kazuhiko had given Yukiji a disclaimer – her one and only warning. Despite her age, she was skilled, or at least Ayame had thought so. The title of jounin meant that she had the ability to think rationally, to formulate and adapt to plans on an advanced level. If his ninjutsu posed that big of a threat to her, she should have thought to have brought a gas mask.

The appearance of smoke, however, had the Maeda moving into action. He had his own plan, one that he didn’t doubt that Ichiro would be doing his best to foil. While the nukenin might have been capable of fighting against two jounin, his mother wasn’t. She was frail, and easily overpowered – a reality proven factual as Kazuhiko darted into the house, smashing through a window. His remaining shambler had bitten into the woman before being skewered to a nearby wall, effectively crucified by Ichiro's kunai.

Refusing to allow the both of them to escape, he cocked his other arm, firing off the vespid adaptation in it. The blade soared through the air, aimed for the back of Ichiro’s head while Yukiji moved to Kazuhiko’s aid. The blonde simply laughed as the man panicked over his mother, knowing that he couldn’t save the both of them.

About a yard from his mother, Kazuhiko moved to intercept Ichiro as the blade fired out of his gauntlet, leaving the man with a choice. The Maeda had achieved superior positioning, leaving Ichiro with only one out: Escape. Rather than deflect his blade, Ichiro instead fell forward, vanishing into his own shadow, escaping, and leaving his mother to the mercy of the two shinobi.

He turned his head in Yukiji’s direction, shrugging his shoulders as he traipsed over to the older woman. She seemed dazed, a stupid grin etched on her face, her pupils dilated beyond the effects of a simple drug. Drool tugged at the corners of her mouth as he shoved a hand through the woman’s curls, yanking her in such a way where he could expose her neck.

A bite mark, fresh, blood still oozing from it.

“She’ll be stupid for a while.” He looked toward Yukiji. “Meaning she won’t put up a fight for a couple hours, unless her adrenaline kicks in.”

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The heat of battle was a warm comfort but lost in the smoke was the true attack of the two Jounin. Ichiro was an intelligent and skilled ninja but under the assault of the two prodigious elite ninja of Ame and with the need to protect his mother--he was too vulnerable, too honorable, too valiant. Yukiji could respect such altruism but she couldn't understand it, especially with her current frustration and inability to land a move paired with her fear of being infected by Maeda parasites.

This wasn't the time to think--but did your brain even own a watch? You couldn't plan or predict frustration or anxiety and as the battle subsided and Ichiro retreated Yukiji found herself stomping towards Kazuhiko--this time looking every part the disgruntled school girl as opposed to elite assassin.

She looked at Kazuhiko and then the woman, her expression vapid and weak due to the toxins, to tell the truth it sickened Yukiji and it aided to her alien distance with her teammate. She did not want to voice her disgust with Maeda techniques, she did not want to voice her anger in her own inability to cut down Ichiro and most of all she did not want to repeat what her and Kazuhiko had just done. The hours of reconnaissance, the hunting, the hiking--the socializing.

She looked at the woman studiously and then quickly, suddenly, powerfully sent a straight punch to her nose. Yukiji's bony knuckle shattered the bridge and two of the woman's front teeth popped out as well in a spurt of blood--she landed on the ground with a thud, knocked out cold.

Unnecessary but better than staring at her stupid drooling face. That was too much of a reminder for what her teammate could do to her if he happened to pass gas in a particularly cramped sewer pipe. Yukiji would rather not think about that at all.

She heaved the woman up with one hand, her katana in the other and she dragged the blade in the dirt before heading to the outskirts of the rain forest and slicing a tree with a mark in the bark large enough to be seen from 50 yards away.

"I'm done playing cat and mouse," she said simply, "He wants to run? That's fine--we won't look for him."

She had no doubt the monster was on the same page as herself--it's likely why he had poisoned the old woman in the first place.

"Let's make him look for us."
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Wow, okay.

He was really trying hard to like Yukiji. Like, a lot. But something about her was just so juvenile. Maybe it was the angst, maybe she was suffering from PMS, maybe she was just menstruating – hell, he didn’t understand women – but he did understand a severe case of bitch. He at least tried to be fun when slaughtering innocents, particularly children and the elderly, but she was just insufferable! The whole point of him not hurting the woman was to trade a life for a life; now she was injured, and it was just going to make the poor old lady’s son more likely to fight them harder.

“Fuck it!” He’d already intended to lure his prey out with the woman. Yukiji had already fucked her up: The two needed to make it worse. Blind the man with rage at what they had done to his mother. Leave her just enough alive so that he might think he had a chance to rescue her.

He followed the girl to the forest on the outskirts of the forest overlooking the cabin, watching her mark the tree with her sword while her other hand carried the elderly woman on her shoulder.

“What’re you in the mood for? A crucifixion? Maybe we should start cutting off fingers. Lead him to us with her little wrinkly phalanges? I’d say we could cut off the hands, but a crucifixion is kinda difficult to do without them. I mean, we could always drive the blades into her wrists, but there are so many veins that it might kill her. And we kinda need her alive, otherwise he’s just going to run.”

He let out a loud huff, crossing his arms.

“We could have so much more fun if we just strung her up to die. At least we’ll get to make an example out of him.”
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