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Kuroki Kiyuusagi | "You've got a lotta nerve! I got you right in my sights." |
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_______________________________________________ | It sounded like he'd struck a nerve. So, the kid had problems with his mom? Not really Kuroki's problem. Every family had issues, he guessed, but if they were so distant, why would she trust him in some other village? His eyebrow twitched for a second and he yawned as the pretty young waitress, the old man's daughter, arrived with a large bottle of cold sake and two sake glasses. It was a good bottle of nigori. He knew because he'd had it before. "Hey! Come on! I know you guys have better than this", said Kuroki, leaning over at the girl, "Where's the good stuff? The really good stuff?" The girl put the tray down and bowed deeply, embarrassed, "S-sorry. Father doesn't believe that you actually have the hokage's permission... Sorry!" She bowed several more times, but Kuroki merely threw an arm around Tenshi's shoulders and said, "See this kid here? He's from Kumo! The Raikage's son! I'm an attaché. So, make with the good stuff!" "O-oh! Of course, Kiyuusagi-san", and as she went to take the bottle back, Kuroki snatched it. "Appetizer..." She bowed again and left. Kuroki poured two glasses, handing one to Tenshi and swirling his own in his hand a bit, which he thought looked refined. "Kiyuusagi Kuroki. You asked. That's my name", he said to Tenshi as soon as the waitress was out of earshot. He took a sip of his sake, "Don't worry. No one knows who you are except me... and... uh... I guess Ayame the waitress over there. I got a couple pictures, basic facts, the usual. So... What's your mom want you here for anyway?" |
Kuroki Kiyuusagi | "You've got a lotta nerve! I got you right in my sights." |
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_______________________________________________ | Kuroki raised an eyebrow, grimaced menacingly, and then laughed, slapping the kid on the back. "aright aright, my treat", Kuroki replied quickly indicating with his head to follow, "Do they have ramen in Kumo? I hear you guys eat octopus and seaweed! Don't matter. I'm takin' you tah the best place in town. Meetin' some friends there anyway, so y'might as well tag along and learn somethin'." And with that, he began walking bow-legged with his hands in his pockets through town, seemingly taking up as much space as possible, with his head low slung on his neck. He liked to think it gave him the miasma of being a tough guy. It was still pretty early in the day and the village was abuzz with activity. Kuroki took no mind and navigated through them, occasionally checking back to see if his charge was still following along. "I hear you're the Raikage's kid. Surprised she sent you here. Must be pretty sure we ain't gonna kill you, then", he said after a minute or two. He laughed and nudged the kid in the elbow with his elbow, "Alright, here we are. Hey old man! Me and my well-dressed friend want some ramen!" He walked past the fabric awning and sat on a stool. The whole of the restaurant was unassuming and small, almost just a bar, but it smelled of warm buttery pork, fresh delicious fish, spices, vegetables, the unmistakable smell of wheat and buckwheat, and the man behind the bar looked old enough to know what to do with every single one of his ingredients. "Your a little too old to be calling me old man, aren't you", replied the man with a smirk. "Yeah yeah, two bowls of tonkatsu ramen! Two bottles of sake! And not the cheap stuff! Cold, unfiltered", Kuroki growled through a grin, "And put it on the village tab. I'm on official business!" "Does the hokage know that", said the man, raising an eyebrow, but left presumably for the kitchen. |
Kuroki Kiyuusagi | "You've got a lotta nerve! I got you right in my sights." |
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_______________________________________________ | Kuroki left the Hokage's office with a frown and clenched teeth. Being assigned a genin team wasn't the end of the world, but it wasn't what he was expecting. With everything he'd been hearing, he'd expected to be out roughing it for a week or more in the Northern wilderness watching for moves at the border. It was doubly disappointing because he wanted to try growing a wilderness beard. He could imagine coming back to the village as if he'd been on some long journey and his girlfriend (a tall leggy blonde Yamanaka who, to his knowledge, didn't exist) would run up and throw her arms around him and he'd scoff and look away and spit on the ground. It was a satisfying image, but one that wouldn't happen now. Well... he was sure he'd find a way around it, even without the girlfriend. Whatever. And anyway, he couldn't think about whether or not he could get a girlfriend before his next away mission. He was, at this moment, assigned to meet and chaperone some dumb Kumo ambassador. Why they'd picked him for this job was anybody's guess, but Kuroki was gonna make the most of it. Show him a little Konoha hospitality. The nice thing about meeting and greeting was that you could charge the Konoha expense account for... uh... meals and entertainment. He grinned inwardly to himself as he walked down the road to the gates with his hands in his pockets. Yeah, okay. It looked like it wouldn't be so bad a day after all. "Hey! You're the Kumo guy", he said, cocking his head a little sideways and popping his eye at the boy, who was quite a bit younger than he was expecting even from his picture, "I'm yer chaperone, get it?" This ambassador hadn't waited at the gates either. He was strolling into Konoha like he owned the place! Keh! Cocky Kumo shinobi don't even have any respect as outsiders! Then again, he was still a kid. Probably not any older than he was. Didn't know any better, probably. "I'll bet yer hungry after yer trip. I'm gonna take you to the best spot in town, unless you're too tired. Up to you", he said, crossing his arms. |
Misaki Mori | "Challenging me? Really? You must really like getting crushed underfoot." |
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_______________________________________________ | W-what is this?!? M-molester?!? Misaki wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but she was sure it was some kind of disrespect. She remembered something about how some men had the power to get you pregnant whether you wanted to be or not, and she was sure that she had heard that molestation was related to this. It was some kind of underhanded jutsu practiced by ninja who couldn't win on their own. So, that was Rashiku's game... She'd heard about how ruthless the Mist was and so it only made sense that they'd do anything to win. How deceitful... And to think that a moment ago she was actually hoping to be on his team! Keh! She clenched her fists and struck her arms straight down in anger as Rashiku's face turned a bright red. He'd been caught! The evidence was all over his face! That's as much as she needed to know. He protested his innocence, but of course he would, the treacherous Mist nin! In just a few more moments, she'd have been carrying his baby and would have to put her ninja career on hold and then she'd never catch up! And w-why did he even want her to carry his child anyway?!? They barely knew each other! She felt her ears starting to go a little red and frowned as hard as she could to push away the embarrassment, hoping that putting on a fiercer face would stop her asking uncomfortable questions. No... Instead sh-she'd...! "Y-you...", she said, her eyes blazing and her hands making a snake sign, "Screw off!!!!", and immediately reversed the course of her leg, kicking him in the head in the opposite direction in a burst of electric sparks that sent him rocketing through his accomplice Kiyoshi (who was sent spinning away into the sky) and into... a couple of girls that just so happened to show up! Ami and Kimi, of all people! Misaki scoffed and yelled, "Maybe next time you'll think twice and actually only try to impregnate girls you're married to!" |