Dotorame Osumari, “Doto-doto”
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Dotomare's legs gave in when Aoi jumped on, but he managed to catch himself slipping and adjust according to the lightweight that was now on his back. Not only was she weighing on him, which would've been doable, but also her equipment was weighing on him.
“Aoi-sama! You're bre-hnnnng-aking my back!” he cried out somewhat hilariously. But he kept walking, albeit slower this time. It seems like he didn't mind as much as he made it out to be.
“Haruka-sama, you're killing my vibe man...” he said as he sped up, getting used to Aoi's added weight. Seems like he was taking it more like a challenge than the
obvious abuse it was.
“Besides, we don't know exactly what this man is actually doing there. Maybe it's a misunderstanding and we can just walk home with our 10.000 Ryo yeah?!” He was already imagining the crazy amounts of food he could buy for his part of the money.
That's when his teammate arrived on the scene, who must've been wondering why Doto hadn't showed up to her home to pick her up. Or maybe why he was not at school. Or maybe.. anything. She was probably here because she wanted to pester Dotorame, but Doto was much too oblivious to subtle teasing and seemed to be mostly in his own world. He turned around, likely causing Aoi to nearly fall off his back, and looked at Rin.
“Oi, Rin!” he said, raising a hand in the air and waving at her frantically.
“I'm going on a mission with Aoi-sama, Haruka-sama and Daiki-sama!” he proclaimed, with a big smile while still waving at Rin. He adjusted his gaze to Daiki as he spoke to Aoi, and without even
offering Aoi the chance to speak back Doto had already interjected with his own opinions and findings.
“Daiki-sama, she's training me to be stronger. This is like the training Rock Lee did!” he said, throwing some quick punches and jabs into the air in front of them, to show off his prowess. It was.. really a miracle someone this childish could've become a shinobi. Doto always seemed to be the odd one out. He never got hints, jokes, or innuendo's which had been a hurdle for him to overcome. Girls seemed to fancy him, however, and he mistook this for friendship instead of romance. Guys liked to hang out with him, too, because he was a friendly guy who never said no. Well, unless it was
really crazy stuff. Suffice to say, Doto was a bit of an oblivious guy. But it made him fun to be around, even in situations like these.
After his punch-show off he started jumping around, warming himself up while the crew stood still due to Rin's interjection. A few jumping jacks, then he dropped on the floor to do 2 pushups before he got bored of that and quickly hopped back on his feet. Aoi might've chosen a wrong target to sit on the back of.
“Oi, Haruka-sama, Aoi-sama, Daiki-sama, do you know if Sentou-sama and Jaakuna-sama are ready to give us backup? Maybe this love-man is more than we can handle.”
Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
Yamato was wiping off some glasses and doing some dishes when he heard the bell of the door go off. He looked up, and looked down again to continue. Then he looked back up-
no. Not her. Anyone but her. His fists tightened up and he dropped the dish he was holding back into the soapy water. He was about to yell at her to stop yelling, a bit hypocritical but this was
his store. Sort of. But before he could do anything of the sorts, telling Sentou to get out or anything else, his mom looked at Yamato, already ordering him around again.
As always. “Yamato, isn't that a classmate of yours?! Go help her, she seems hungry! Customer is the daimyo in this establishment, remember that! Give her a luxurious table with no extra fees, since she's your friend! Oh, and give her water!” Every command was followed with a moody, grumpy '
yes mom' by Yamato. He was known by his comrades as a somewhat arrogant, douchey and somewhat straight up in-your-face type of person. He preferred to call himself 'better, neutral and too honest for his own good' but regardless of that, it seemed like Yamato wasn't the boss when his mom was around.
Yamato took off the apron, revealing the sash-apron esque cloth he always wore with the Minamoru crest on it, alongside their motto. Afterwards he walked over to Sentou, grabbed her by the arm rather hard and pulled her along to a luxurious table at the far end of the restaurant, close to the performing stage which, currently, was empty.
“I apologize for the lack of entertainment, miss Uchiha, but our entertainer, the magnificent Aoi Maquia is currently away on a shinobi mission.” He said the words as if he had said them a hundred times this day already, the bored, monotone and annoyed undertone likely speaking books to Sentou. He walked back shortly and came back with water that he placed in front of her, before pulling out a notebook and a pencil, ready to take her order, although it was clear he had no intention of 'making her the daimyo of the establishment' as his mother had put it. He could hear his mother talking to several rough-looking guests, no doubt 'bussiness acquintances' of his father.
“Ah yes, Rosuzaka, I will have your noodle soup ready in a second, I'll work fast as the Fourth Raikage was in his lightning chakra armor!”Sentou was seated in a very luxurious part of the restaurant, complete with antique chairs with a burgundy red cushioning, a nice, large table that was meant for multiple people, however given the fact that Sentou was mighty hungry, she might as well use it all for herself. The restaurant was somewhat quiet, only the muttering of the Yakuza henchmen in the building, Yamato's mom walking around and Rei's sounds as she threw her kunai into the table again and again, a loud
tchk emenating from it every time she did that.
Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”
Ayame had dissapeared off of the radar for some time after instructing the three shinobi to fetch Daiki and go on their mission. When she was finally spotted again, she entered the hospital. Walking swiftly, her long sleeves draped over her hands as always, she closed the distance to the stairs. She went up onto floor 3-A, where she walked down the hallway. Walking past, she noticed Jaakuna in his room with family surrounding him. She didn't want to spoil the moment, but she had to.
Knockknock. She smiled at the family, putting on a happy face.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I have a question for mr. Sawada the bedridden here.” There was a hint of happiness and humor in her voice, and since these people barely knew or even saw Ayame, they'd likely not be able to discern it from her real emotions. Not that she was particularily feigning them right now. She just thought that she'd adjust herself to fit the mood the room was in, which seemed mostly happy due to the laughter she heard.
“I need an ETA on your return to the shinobi corp. Please, let me or a hospital employee know when you feel better. I'll make sure you get assigned some light duty work for a few days, maybe a week, before we put you back in 100%. Have a good recovery Jaakuna.” She was about to walk away and dissapeared from the families' view for a second before she poked around again, only her head showing in the doorframe.
“The village really does need you right now.” Her words seemed.. foreshadowing, eerie and gave off a strange cryptic meaning. This was all made even stranger due to Ayame's happy appearance, her smile and sparkling eyes and the blonde twin tails bouncing happily.
She closed the door to Jaakuna's room and continued on her way. It was just pure luck she spotted Jaakuna when she did, her original intent laid somewhere else. Walking down the hallway she spotted Paneru, who seemed rather busy. Regardless, she needed him right now. She approached him quickly from behind and put a hand on his shoulder and pressing herself softly against him as she knelt down slightly to get on face level with the boy.
“Ohayou, Paneru. Please walk with me.” she said to him as she looked past Paneru, at the man that had just arrived apparently. She heard something mentioned about a certain poison. And it had genjutsu capabilities.. interesting. Ayame wouldn't mind having a look at that poison. She stood back up straight, still holding Paneru's shoulder tightly, but in a friendly way.
“Send me a sample of that poison if possible. I want to have a look. If I can I will try and make an antidote.” Being a poisonmaster had it's benefits, sometimes. She forgot to mention that she also would like to mimick the poison and add it to her arsenal, and having the poison to work off made it that much easier. Hell, if she could, she might be able to trace down who made it due to the characteristics of
any poison always being characteristical for a certain poison maker.
She walked slightly down the hallway with Paneru, a hand on his right shoulder as she walked on his left side. She walked close to him, so close that involuntarily Paneru bumped into her side a few times. The boys' small height and Ayame's rather tall height meant that if he were to look at her, he'd probably look at her breasts before even noticing eyes.
“Paneru, I was wondering what happened at the warehouse two weeks ago. We questioned everyone including you, but nobody was helpful. Even more so, Yamato was incredibly hostile. We're used to that from him, and I understood he got targeted by Daiki who said Yamato did it, so I can understand his anger. Never the less we're left clueless about who did this - the bodies of the guys that fell there were all destroyed internally, with collapsed lungs. It was seal-induced, so we didn't really get a chance to question any of them. So I'd like to ask you what happened?” She'd listen to his answer, whether negative or positive, before continueing with her next question.
“I also understood from hearsay from the others that Yamato had been aggressive towards you all, and you in specific. What can you tell me about this, and do you think he could be a danger to you personally, or to your comrades?” She'd smile at the boy and slightly tilt her head sideways, in a friendly way. She wanted to make this seem and look like a friendly casual talk, and not some interrogation.
“Finally, I wanted to know if you intended to enter combat positions again. We have a large lack of combat capable medics right now and we could really use you. Please let me or my brother, Fujitora the jonin commander, know and we can place you back in combat positions. Who knows, perhaps you and I will work together once.” she said while smiling, her eyes squinted slightly to make her even more happy looking. She gave Paneru a soft rub on his head before continueing down the hallway towards intensive care. There was 1 last visit she had and
wanted to make.
She walked into the room that had a sign that read
Takeshi Hanami. The room was quiet with only some slight sounds coming from the machinery in the room, that was there in case they needed to perform life saving surgery on the boy or anything of the kind. Ayame leaned on the doorframe, looking at Takeshi, who looked more like he was asleep than he looked comatose. There was something on her mind that she wanted to say, but that she couldn't share with Fujitora or anyone else. She had figured that Takeshi, being comatose, was the best one to say it to.. after all, he couldn't hear her.
Right? She set a step forward and closed the door behind her, blocking out the sounds even from the hallway. Breathing deeply she stepped closer to Takeshi and sat down in a chair next to the bed. She breathed in again before saying what she wanted to say.
“Takeshi.. I found Sentou's dad. I.. even met him. He said he was innocent and that he wanted to prove it. I believe him but.. he's a rogue nin. He made the choice to run away from this village. We have to kill him. I should have killed him, right then, right there. But I let him go.” She looked straight ahead, towards the wall, before crashing and letting her head fall into her hands, a tear dropping from her eyes onto the stone tiles beneath her. It seemed even the best assassins had emotions after all.
She took about ten minutes to collect herself before getting up. She ran her hand through Takeshi's hair as she passed by behind his bed.
“Get well soon.” she said to him, knowing he could't hear her. It just seemed fitting to say. She walked towards the window, opened it and jumped out into the city again. For a good time, she went unnoticed by anyone and was off the radar again until she arrived at her home.
