Tsukiko Umene ; Fujitora Choko
The door to the interrogation room swung open, clanging against the wall as a body was thrown into the room. The restrained criminal landed directly on the steel table, bouncing off and landing on his side on the ground with a grunt of pain. The woman responsible for his capture and detainment, Tsukiko Umene, followed in behind him, closing the door behind her surprisingly gently. "Morning, Commander," she greeted, walking calmly around the table. The person she arrested was dressed in a sharp black suit, now notably tattered, and his upper body was bound tightly in ninja wire to keep his arms to his sides. The bruising on his face further indicated struggle, but he seemed particularly submissive now.
"Good Morning, Captain." responded the commander as any gentleman would to a woman. Arms crossed and seated, he scrutinized the suspect for any visible links regarding possible affiliations or symbols. So far, there wasn't much to work on.
"Get up," she commanded the fellow. After struggling for a second to sit up, Tsukiko grew impatient and grabbed him by his collar, hefting him up to his feet with one arm and rudely tossing him into the single metal seat. Before he could take two breaths, Tsukiko's hand met the back of his head and shoved him forward, pinning his face against the steel table. "He won't give up his name," she began briefing, "But he is clearly Yakuza. Found him trying to leave the city late last night, thinking he could sneak past me. But I could smell his fear." Her grey eyes floated up to Fujitora. "Suspect timing if I ever saw it. He put up a fight too, had several weapons on him. Didn't help ya none did it, dumbass? Nobody ever taught you to not resist arrest, did they?"
"No name huh? We have his prints. I suppose you've searched for papers? Nothing huh?" he spoke as if the suspect didn't exist, a way to dehumanize the individual under their mercy. He didn't want the guy to feel important, to give him a pat on his ego by acknowledging more than he had to. Nonetheless, he still kept a close fixation on the shady looking man. "So you're betting on Yakuza? Then I guess you can check his chest for tattoos." he suggested to his subordinate, curious as to what they would find.
With no warning, Tsukiko gripped his brown hair and yanked him back upright. Holding him in place, she pulled out her gut knife with her free hand and made a quick vertical swipe across his chest. The man flinched, clearly afraid for his health, but found the blade never reached his skin. The ninja wire binding him fell to the floor, but more importantly the front of his suit was cut open and rested to the side, exposing his torso. While he breathed a sigh of relief, Tsukiko raised an eyebrow in confusion. "This is different," she noted, observing the cross tattoo that took up the entirety of his chest. A light grin played on the man's lips, quickly angering Tsukiko. With a powerful thrust, she slammed his face into the table again, releasing his head in the process. "Maybe you can get him to talk. Bastard thinks he's hilarious, it seems."
The tattoo seemed pretty cryptic to say the least, it was indeed "different" from what they were initially expecting. The patterns, he had never seen before, even among smaller gangs nothing was quite like this around here. A foreign gang? Possible given the Minamoru business expanding abroad. But then again, judging by his ethnicity and general look, he seemed more from Konoha than anywhere else. He had to make the guy talk to advance, otherwise this would just be a stalemate. "You may be right, captain." he'd say before extracting from his coat's pocket, the one hanging near the door, a syringe he'd immediately stab on the guy's neck as he was kept in the hands of the huntress. "There, there. I can assure you, I know my shit regarding drugs. And no, I don't have some honorable history, once a gangster, now a cop trope. But I digress, you'll soon find it hard to make things up, somewhat like a movie director, right?" he'd humorously look at his fellow jonin, easing the tension before going all bad cop on the guy. "So. Who are you?"
The man remained silent at first, prompting Fujitora to gesture his colleague to "motivate" the thug a bit. The wild woman maneuvered behind the suspect, grabbing him by his wrists. He began to turn his head to see what she was planning on doing, but her right boot came up and pressed against his spine, forcing his chest against the table while she held his arms at a backwards, twisted angle. "Let's see how flexible he is," Tsukiko said calmly, before yanking further on his arms. The strain and pain was immediately detectable, judging by the shout of pain that released from the man. "He's pretty flexible. Most people would've dislocated their shoulders at this point. Maybe if I pull harder he can go even further?"
She began to apply pressure with her leg as well this time, making it seem like Tsukiko was genuinely trying to rip his arms off. "Stop! Stop!" She eased the tension on his arms now. "It speaks. Stop what?" Another yank solicited another shout of pain from him. "Stop! Stop trying to take my arms!" "I didn't hear you say please." "Please!" The moment Tsukiko released his arms and removed her boot from his back, the man sat upright and began wiggling his shoulders, trying to ease the pain. "I'll talk, I'll talk..." The jonin moved around the table now, sitting on the side of the table, rather than in the chair next to Fujitora, and facing him. "My name... is Mitsuin." Tsukiko glared at him, already prepared to yell at him for his full name. "Mitsuin Tanaka."
The commander didn't blink once toward this torture scene, it almost felt like routine to him, even if Shinobi activity decreased greatly the past years. He wasn't going to limit the wild woman either, after all he kept her around just for that, plus the drug would likely make him a lot more sensitive than he'd usually be. "So, John Doe does have a name. There's a million Tanaka's in this country. But that isn't important. What I want to know is where you come from, and mostly why were you and your supposed friends stalking the immense property of the Minamoru. It is Yakuza territory, meaning you have no business there. So, please satisfy my curiosity, Mitsuin-kun." he'd inquire, calmly on his designated chair. He wasn't sure where this was going to lead and there was no emergency, so getting agitated over it would feel a little too unprofessional for his taste.
The man rubbed his wrists a bit, avoiding direct eye contact with Fujitora as he gathered his thoughts. "I am not of any family," he said, oddly proudly. "Nor do I have any home." Tsukiko felt tempted to rough him up again, but she knew that being too violent may make him change his mind. "I was not stalking. I was enjoying the view." This irritated her too much, and now Tsukiko took action. The mere act of her standing back up gave Mitsuin a jolt of fear. "I was there to see what it was like... I know that is is Yakuza territory. That is the attraction."
"Stop talking weird, Mitsuin. Get to the point." The man flinched when she spoke, but he quickly realized he wasn't being abused. "I speak the truth. The Yakuza are very important these days. I wanted to see what their home territory was like. To make future decisions. They are an impressive force." His strange way of speaking was clearly agitating Tsukiko. "You're still dodging the question..." she growled. "I was there to survey. I did not intend to cause any harm or strife. I'm not sure how you discovered me, but I meant to be stealthy. I merely wanted to see the bodies... There were supposed to die..."
"The bodies of the Chuunin?" Fujitora asked, pretty much confirming the ties with the other bandit that had run away. Even more so, it confirmed that these events were linked and there was indeed something going on with the Yakuza. But it still didn't add up, the commander couldn't grasp why they would kill a bunch of kids near the Minamoru household if they purposely came to the Yakuza grounds without actually killing relevant Yakuza. Not to mention, having them take the blame for it in such bland ways was ridiculous. "Tanaka-kun, you are bullshitting. You may need an extra dosage of my potion accompanied by my dear colleague's motivational maneuvers. I want to know where your friends are?! What was their goal at the household?!" he raised his voice, despite not wanting to invest too much in this, the nonsense and the lack of control over his temper made Fujitora prone to lashing out.
The suspect began to chuckle after Fujitora's questioning. "My friends?" Tsukiko reached across the table, grabbing the man by his cheeks, squeezing hard to force his mouth open. Her free hand withdrew her knife again, now holding the tip of the blade between his teeth. "Your teeth aren't looking so well," she spoke, her voice eerily calm. "I'm not a dentist, but I can help with that." Before she could torture him further, the man began struggling. "Wait!" he managed to get out, stopping the abuse before it could happen. Tsukiko released him, letting him fall back into his chair.
"You two want to know what we are doing... But it wouldn't matter if I told you. Fate has already been decided. The Yakuza... the Leaf... It holds no relevance to our intentions. We have always been clever, one step ahead. This interrogation... will be fruitless." A grin formed on his face as he began chuckling again. "You two can't possibly understand our true intentions. But if you truly want to die, you can ask my comrades what they think. Minamoru and Son's... storage and delivery... that's... where you can go... to die." Before he could continue his threats he began coughing violently, falling forward onto the table. "Hey!" Tsukiko grabbed him by his hair again, hoisting Mitsuin upright again. Only his body seemed to be limp and unmoving, foam dripping out his mouth onto his lap and a lifeless look in his eyes. "A death seal."
"Salvage what you can, Tsukiko. He's expired." he'd bluntly say, addressing his colleague in a less formal manner indicated his insecurity toward what was going on. An unknown menace was toying with them and a mere grunt was already imposing serious doubts about the true threats lurking during this supposed era of peace. Abruptly standing up, he'd pull out his phone whilst exiting the room. "I'm doing to deal with the little we got. In my office when you're done, good?" he'd ask, though the compulsory response was to be affirmative, so there was no point in waiting for an answer when she'd be already handling the drying guy's remains.
Fujitora, before making any rash decisions, looked up the name "Minamoru and Son's Storage and Delivery" on his phone, referring to both the web and the archives, only to have no matching results despite the typical name. Cursing the turn of events in his mind, Fujitora would have no choice but to refer to various nitches down at the underground to possibly find the information for him, but because it wasn't already saved, it would likely mean the specific information wasn't not accessible so easily. Time was of the essence, there was a mystery group with a mystery tattoo doing mysterious things with the most notorious gang in the country. Pausing right before a large window of the Hokage mansion, he'd peer out at the skycrapers around. He'd dial a specific number on his phone and pressed call.
He was calling Yamato Minamoru. Fujitora had enough grounds to believe he'd at least be in danger, he and his sister anyway, and he'd have to warn her. But there could also be a chance that he'd know what guy was saying, that cryptic name with the Minamoru clan's name on it. There wasn't much to lose after all.
Shin Maru, Topaz
Shin had stayed up most of the night, having a difficult time falling asleep. His family was all in bed by the time he arrived home the night before, so he stayed up by himself. The thought of someone hunting down and killing his classmates bothered him greatly. It was unprecedented, for starters, and seemingly random. Shin knew there had to be some reasoning behind the situation, some larger picture that he couldn't see yet. It wasn't until the early morning did he get any sleep.
The text message to meet up was what woke him up, inevitably. The teen looked at the request for a moment, realizing that he wasn't the only one that wanted answers. "If we put our heads together, we'll figure this out," he mumbled to himself, crawling out of bed and stretching.
After his morning workout and a shower, Shin was dressed and on his way to the others. Of course he was running late, but he knew his friends weren't too strict on punctuality. They were all teenagers and would understand, and Shin was strict about staying in shape. He wasn't willing to forgo his morning training. The walk across Konoha wasn't so bad, but he always felt strange walking through Downtown. Not so much that he felt threatened, but he could feel that the people there were less fortunate and likely hated him on appearance. It was a strange sensation.
Shin arrived at the hangout just in time to hear Daiki accuse Yamato's father of ordering the killing. He remained silent, listening to the entire explanation. The feud between the Naito and Minamoru became more clear to Shin now, with such a thing being stated. But if Daiki had overheard suspicious people talking like that, he had more information than anyone else and was most likely to be right. Jaakuna was quick to question Daiki's theory, and so was Shin.
"Hold on," Shin spoke up, announcing his presence. "Attacking Yamato's family won't get us anywhere. But we do need some answers, and it's obvious that the Minamoru have something to do with the killings last night." Shin turned his attention to Yamato now. The Young Master would surely be fuming right now, with how the conversation has been going. "Yamato, we need to know what you know. Your father is very suspicious right now, and you know him better than any of us. Tell us everything."
