Thugs & Shizz [m][That Guy]

[--Megumi--]

The Curmudgeon
Rank: C
Repeatable: Once Per PC
Description: A thug has causes terror in the streets of Konohagakure By robbing men and vandalizing homes he has become quite the burden. Unfortunately he is also quite elusive and difficult to track down. This man must be found, else the citizen of Konohagakure will lose faith in their shinobi.
Reward: 50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo

If anything, she was excited. It had been her first mission after such a long time without any work. Needless to say, it was nice to be able to take out a thug that had been terrorizing the villagers. From what she had to go off of, the thug had stricken many areas throughout the village.

Sayuri, however, had pulled out a map and triangulated the area of attacks, noticing that it was surrounding that of a smaller neighborhood towards the eastern side of town. If anything, it could be surmised that his base of operations was somewhere in that middle ground so it would be relatively easy to retreat away once the deed was done.

Needless to say she was quite proud of herself for figuring that out herself. As she turned down onto the street that led into the neighborhood in question, immediately it was obvious that the area got sketchier as she walked. It was prime territory for someone like the culprit.

Well, aren't I a tad out of place...?

She looked around, noting that not many women were walking around. Most wore more ragged clothing compared to her nicely pressed ones. Not only that, it seemed she was the only ninja on the street as well. Talk about a red flag.

Better up my chances some...

Quickly she ducked into the nearest alley and removed her headband, shoving it into her tools pouch just so she could blend in slightly better. Inhaling sharply, Sayuri leaned against the wall of the nearest building within the alley to ponder her next action. How would she find someone that she hadn't seen before, or had anything in the report on?

Perhaps she needed bait? Or maybe she could be bait? That would require two people though, something that she didn't quite have...

[That Guy]

Amon found himself on a side of the city he had found to be more and more comfortable to him during his stay in Konoha. This little neighborhood rarely had ninja so for the first time in a long time he didn't feel so out of place. Not only that, but the swordsman was beginning to harbor a fondness for a little shady shack set up as a lemonade stand with one of the cutest young women in the city. He had initially stopped in to chat with the waitress looking for an opening to flirt, he had come back ever since that day for the lemonade though.

There was something akin to artwork in the glass every time. Never before had he tasted lemonade of this quality, it was the perfect balance of sweet and sour coming to a serene blend along his tongue. What was more impressive to the swordsman was that it seemed like an ordinary way they made lemonade as the waitress often made it fresh right in front of him and every time without fail it proved to be the perfect lemonade.

Sitting with his back to the bar drink in one and resting both elbows on the counter behind him he looked out on the streets. Even the people were his kind of people, the children had faces sometimes just as dirty as their hardworking parents. Simple people, but determined and industrious they were determined to make the best out of their lot in life. A sentiment Amon could sympathize with.

Then he saw it, the most peculiar and out of place thing on the entire street. Wait... it was gone, where did she go? Had the swordsman imagined seeing it or had he in fact actually seen a shinobi. He stared hard down the road searching for the girl when she suddenly reappeared, but she wasn't wearing her headband this time. Had Amon even seen the head band to begin with? It was impossible to know, so he resolved to fix her with a crooked eyebrow until she reacted in some way to give him idea.

[--Megumi--]

Sayuri rummaged through her pouch for a moment before pulling out her tracker and positioning it on her head, the invisible little screen covering her eye. Briefly she scanned the initial area for anything suspicious. At first nothing seemed too out of the ordinary considering the part of town she was in. However she did notice someone watching her from afar.

Well isn't that just great, I've already attracted some attention...

In case anyone else was watching, she needed to make an example of the man that was watching her. She looked over to him and made eye contact with him, immediately casting her Genjutsu. This particular Genjutsu was a nasty one. It made the victim feel as though his arms were swelling up and eventually they would pop, exploding off of them.

Blood and gore would be everywhere to the victim, but to everyone else, it would probably look like the man was hallucinating or having some sort of attack. That was fine though, as long as it allowed for her to dip back into the shadows unnoticed. Even if the other was able to cancel out her Genjutsu, the time needed to do that would still be sufficient enough.

Within seconds of her casting her technique, she dipped back into the shadows of the alleyway, not caring enough to watch and see how this would play out. Instead she walked down the alley enough to be away from the main street before pulling out the map she had brought along with the locations of attacks.

It was time now to get back to work without any distractions.

[That Guy]

It can be a very subtle thing to slip into a genjutsu, in fact it can be so subtle that if you're focusing on something else by the time you even realize the possibility of genjutsu you'll already have gone through most of the illusion. This proved to be the case for Amon, as he focused on the girl looking for any strange misgivings as she looked back at his eyes carefully. As he drew his cups to his hands he felt a weird sensation in his arms he had never felt before.

Looking down at his glass his arms and hands seemed a bit larger than usual... and they were still growing! In fact they were now swelling to painfully uncomfortable proportions as he dropped the glass unable to hold it falling to his knees in agony in the street. There was a squishy gushing sound and his arms had clear exploded off of his body. He looked up to the sky utterly disarmed (lolpunz) before crying out.

"WHY GOD WHY!??!?!"

A sandal collided with the back of his head knocking the swordsman face down in the dirt. He lifted himself off the ground placing his hands on the earth instinctively when he realized his arms were still there! He ran his hands along them gratefully ensuring they were in fact there before turning back to the bar and paying the waitress while returning her sandal.

Amon set off in the direction he had seen the culprit before his arms had 'exploded'. He had heard of genjutsu before but he had never experienced it, it all seemed so vivid. However it had been completely uncalled for and Amon would see to finding the girl and questioning her motive. He had too. After all he had nothing better to do today besides drink lemonade with a bunch of dirty people.

[--Megumi--]

From looking over the map, the best, but perhaps a little too obvious, of a solution was to go to the middle of the attacks and see just who, or what, was there. Sayuri could see that it was a small area in the neighborhood that was cut off from the rest by alleyways and some small venues.

It was away from the society that was away from society. Double insurance to not be found. With a bit of a smile on her face she tucked the map back into her pouch as well as the tracker that she hadn't yet removed from her eye. Everything seemed to be in place enough now to start her search.

As she stood though, the alleyway seemed a tad darker. Sayuri looked up and towards the entrance to see the man she caught staring at her earlier. Clearly he figured out her trick and had come looking. Though she was a little taken aback by his presence, she didn't back down from him either.

"I'm sorry for earlier, but I think it would be best if you forgot that you ever saw me in this part of town. I'm on business that can't have a simple civilian involved."

A kunai was relinquished from her pouch as if to reinforce her statement. The man before her looked strong though, stronger than a simple civilian. Unfortunately for her, she knew she stood no chance physically against the man before her. But thankfully for her she had her illusions, something she and her clan prided themselves in.

All I have to do is catch him in another Genjutsu and I'm free to go...

[That Guy]

Amon found her fiddling with equipment and fixed her once again with a stare, this time noticeably angrier. Then she apologized and told him it was business he civilians couldn't be involved in. At least she had manners and a supposed reason for doing what she did, but still Amon was wary of trusting her in anyway. His face however did soften from an angry glare to a softer confused and annoyed man.

"You blew my arms up for that!? I'm not even a civilian, I'm just a drifter who likes lemonade. Look over and think I see a ninja the next thing I know my arms are exploding!"

Apart from her genjutsu ability, she didn't appear all that intimidating to the swordsman. Even so it was best not to underestimate her, he had seen what shinobi of Konohagakure were capable of and it was frightening. Perhaps he would get the chance to see more of it?

"Look, I'm not a civilian I'm just a guest in konoha. I haven't been paying for rent, just my own provisions so the least you can let me do to pay back the city is let me help you. Otherwise... well I'll go back to being bored and waiting on some other shinobi to bump into me with problems."

[--Megumi--]

"Your not a civilian?"

Sayuri felt terrible now. Despite being on a mission, her embarrassment made her want to just go home for now and hide out. Perhaps she was taking this mission a little too seriously. It was her first mission after a long time though, but getting carried away like that probably wasn't the best of ideas.

"Well, if you'd like to help, I really don't see why you couldn't," she started, looking passed the samurai like man out onto the main street just to be cautious before pulling the map from her pouch and moving over to stand next to him. She stood perhaps a little to close for comfort, but considering how serious she was taking this mission, it didn't bother her.

"There have been a lot of muggings around this area. I have marked the areas that the people were mugged and traced it back to this central area that is most likely his base of operation." She looked up to the man briefly before looking back down to her map. "It seems that this area here to the east would be logically the best place he could potentially mug again."

She rummaged in her pouch once more, an idea springing to life in her mind as she pulled the tracker device back out and handing it out to the samurai without question. Perhaps she was a bit too trusting? Oh well!

"If you'd like to help, then wear this and keep watch over me. I'll use myself as bait. I'm sure someone like him won't be able to resist to try and steal something from a helpless girl."

[That Guy]

The girl had clearly done her homework, as Amon reviewed the map she held out before him openly discussing the work she had put into the mission. It was impressive, not only had she plotted all the points on the map, she had drawn in perimeters of areas of higher suspect. Amon's eyes raised respectfully out of surprise at just how seriously the girl took her work but he remained quiet still inspecting the map.

The swordsman was familiar with the area the shinobi suspected, as that small district had the most run down coffee shop he had ever seen but it was a quite place and the coffee was decent. It was an even worse place than where the two stood now so Amon would have to remain vigilant and keep a close watchful eye on the girl.

As she withdrew a tracker handing it to him, he smiled back warmly at the gesture before withdrawing his own tracker and placing it over his eye. This way he could be responsible for his own equipment and the girl rather than both the girl and her equipment. He appreciated the gesture though as a sign of trust no matter how sincere it may have been.

"You can keep that for yourself, I'll make use of my own. I know a small cafe over here though where I can go get a cup of coffee and still be close enough to watch over you, not that you'll need it really. I mean, we both know now that you only look helpless. I think you're more than capable of dealing with a mugger, but I'll be here just in case."

[--Megumi--]

The Genjutsu user wasn't used to compliments, and even though with recieving one from the samurai, all she could do was blush some and look away at first. Quickly pocketing the map, as well as he tracker, she took a few steps away from the man to collect herself once more.

"Thank you. It's nice to see you have your own equipment. Lets me know that you must be quite capable."

She smiled some and checked her equipment once before brushing past the man, back to the entrance of the alleyway. Sayuri looked back over her shoulder to him, nodding. "Go to the coffee shop and keep watch. I may be able to handle him, and I may not. If he gets his hands on me though, I'm done for."

With a slight wave she left the safety of the small alley and continued down the street she had been on earlier, making her way to the smaller district that she expected the next mugging to occur in. It made perfect sense since everyone she passed looked like they could be a mugger in their own right.

In a sense she almost felt bad for these people, that they had to live this way. But she quickly shook that though as she turned down another street and finally arrived to the district in question. Immediately the people on the streets gave her a look, like she didn't belong and that made her feel uncomfortable.

Great...I hope my cover hasn't already been blown...

Sayuri continued to walk down the street, trying not to make eye cotnact with anyone as she walked. She could just feel the eyes bearing into her though and it was unsettling. People were whispering and getting out of her way. Was it really that obvious that she was a shinobi or something?

Unbeknownst to her though, a man was following her from afar, watching her intently. Whether or not it was the mugger was hard to say, but hopefully the samurai was seeing this and keeping track. There was no reason to intervene yet, though, even if there looked to be two other men flanking the original man that had started to follow her.

[That Guy]

Amon adjusted his tracker as he walked to the coffee shop through the abandoned alleyways and streets. As he walked the people's clothes got worse and worse, fortunately for Amon he was one of these salt of the earth people and the clothes he wore matched their own. The only thing that set him apart was the headband upon his brow, but the only headband that meant anything in the shinobi world was of course village headbands. His was merely a memento of the tiny dojo he studied kenjutsu in before setting out on his travels.

He stepped into the district and quickly spotted the girl from a distance as he slipped into a rickety seat at a small table at his cafe. He handed the waitress a few coins and she brought over a large cup of coffee setting it down before him. He asked her for any reading material and she brought over a stain covered book that had been left by another customer.

Amon opened the book looking inside and pretending to read while his tracker allowed him to keep his eye on the girl. It wasn't long before a man began to follow her from a distance and to make things even more interesting two more men flanked him in his silent shadowy pursuit of the girl. Amon remained drinking his coffee seated and waiting until they were a more imposing threat.

[--Megumi--]

Sayuri began to have that creepy feeling as though she was being followed. However, that was the intent of her going into this district alone. Even though she didn't realize the numbers of the men following her, she stuck to the plan. Continuing to walk, she finally ducked into an alley that was a dead end and walked half way down it. That's when the low rumble of men's laughter made her whiz around to face her assailants.

Three...? That's probably why it has been so easy for him to escape, because there was more than just him committing the crime.

"Well hey there girlie, what are you doing in this part of town, huh?" The man to the left said.

"I think she's looking for a good time. Don't worry babe, the three of us got you covered." The man on the left jutted his hips out and reached down to grope himself.

Sayuri physically cringed at how impossible those of the male species could act, especially in front of a woman.

The man in the middle, presumably the boss, held his hand up to quiet the other two and stepped forward. "Alright girl, hand over everything you have that's valuable and we'll be gentle...the first few times."

A few cackles from the other two echoed the intent of what the boss had to say. Sayuri was disgusted. Gritting her teeth she stared the boss down who only happily obliged to meet her gaze. That's when it happened. His eyes widened as the bone in his right leg seemed to snap and down he went, screaming in pain.

"Boss! Boss, what did the bitch do?!"

Neither of the followers could see why their boss would fall like that but out of anger they ran at Sayuri who only smiled as two clones seemed to phase into the alley, through the walls of the buildings. The attack was halted, though only briefly before they charged once more.

Sayuri drew back, drawing some shuriken, just as her clones did, and went to throw them. The man that had been on left was quick enough to slice through one of her clones...though it only made it evaporate into a mist like entity before reforming itself. That distraction was all that was needed for the shuriken she threw to make a pretty line up the side of his arm and neck.

"Common thugs like you can't beat me."

With a grin on her face, she dodged an attack from the man who had been on the bosses right as he two clones charged forward. They went to attack, just as she did, and he slashed through them. Again they evaporated into mist before reforming. Shuriken littered his body and he too fell to the ground. Now both lackies had fallen, bleeding somewhat bad and writhing in pain.

To Amon, all he would see is the men attacking nothingness and all three falling without really much effort. Though what he would see would be that of the boss, who had been released from her Genjutsu from her concentrating too much on his followers. In that instant he was behind her and punched the back of her head.

"Fucking shinobi bitch. You think your hot with your Genjutsu bullshit? Think again."

Sayuri had stumbled forward, seeing stars. She wasn't prepared for the swift punch to her stomach that had her double over, only to be kick down to the concrete below. Coughing hard and twitching while gripping at her stomach, Sayuri looked up through blurred vision due to her tears. She could hear the unbuckling of a belt and the sound of a zipper.

"There's only one good use for a bitch."

...She was helpless...

[That Guy]

As the girl moved farther away from the cafe so too did the fan club she had attracted so readily in her nice clothes. Amon picked up his coffee and followed at a safe distance where he would not draw any attention to himself. However he was skeptical stalkers were ever on the look out for other stalkers. The shinobi ducked into an alleyway and sure enough the three men followed her.

Amon peeked around the corner cautiously as the fight started. He struggled to control his laughter at all the subtle genjutsu and sleight of hand the shinobi deployed making the men out to look like fools. The girl had a knack for fighting outnumbered and still maintaining to avoid having a single blow landed on her.

The two lackeys fell before her and Amon almost dismissed the job as done and left her on her own to clean up the garbage, but the leader had broken free of his genjutsu and managed to get the jump on her as he drove her to the ground. The swordsman drew his katana preparing to enter the fray and stave off her assailant. However when the man began to fumble with his pants Amon reacted instinctively. A rush of energy and adrenaline filled him as his outrage at the man's intentions fumed from his very being and without realizing what he had done Amon opened the first gate.

Stepping into the alley Amon horizontally slashed down the alley causing a high pitched screech as a nearly undetectable ripple flowed from his blade streaking through the air over the girls head and cutting cleanly through the mans neck severing his head. The body tumbled back onto the ground the head rolling away from it forever frozen the way he lived... with his hand reaching into his pants.

The site of the man's body falling to the ground calmed Amon and realizing what he had done, quickly shut the gate. His breathing became heavy as he attempted to catch his breath from the the physical strain he had put his body through. He always felt tired after making use of the gate, but he had never used such a taxing attack in conjunction with it and it had taken a lot out of him.

Still he managed a quick sprint down the alley to the girl where he leaned heavily upon his sheathed katana like a cane as he bent over to offer her a hand. The swordsman didn't know what to say so he settled at an awkward silence that over-toned the cadence of his heavy breathing. He made a mental note to do more stamina exercises... he might have to quit smoking if this was gonna be the cost of over exertion every time.

[--Megumi--]

Sayuri, though mentally had the will to fight back, physically she was no good. So many flashes of different outcomes, besides the obvious, flashed through her mind. Maybe the samurai had figured she could handle this and left. Because of that, she was going to get raper, and probably beaten. After that? Most likely taken away by the three of them for their own enjoyment.

She cringed as she weakly tried to fend for herself as he started to descend on her while still fumbling in his pants. His grin was sick and twisted and for once in her life felt scared. Of all outcomes of the mission she had previously thought, this was far from any of them. Thankfully, it seemed fate was on her side, to say the least.

A screech enveloped the air, its sound echoing and resonating between the two walls of the alleyway. It happened all so fast that the thug above her didn't even know what was coming. In moments, some sort of invisible ripple of chakra sliced through his neck and severed his head right from his neck.

Wh-what?! What the hell was...

With eyes wide, Sayuri watched as the head rolled a yard or two away while the body fell limp next to her, his hand still in his pants. Just as she tried to make sense of things, trying to get up on her elbows to look behind her for a better view, she froze at the sound of heavy breathing. It was the samurai.

Whatever he had did seemingly caused to put a lot of strain on him, but she was thankful regardless. As he leaned on his sheathed sword for support, like any gentlemen would, he offered his hand to help her up. The Kurama gladly excepted and struggled to her feet where she immediately moved to grasp at the wall in order to keep herself from falling.

With a smile though, Sayuri held her hand out, offering hers to his so that they could shake. "Thank you so much. I...don't know what would have happened if you hadn't stepped in when you did." The thoughts again flashed through her mind and she had to mentally push them aside for now.

"My name is Sayuri, by the way. I don't believe we ever introduced ourselves." Her smile widened a little. "It looks like the mission in complete as well."

[That Guy]

Amon's breath began to return to normal growing more shallow with every breath until he wasn't huffing and puffing anymore. The girl held onto the wall securely to keep herself from falling back down to the ground. She smiled and held out an open hand to the swordsman who looked at it confused for a moment before he realized what it was and skittishly outstretched his own open hand to shake hers.

"Ah... well then it's a pleasure to meet you this time Sayuri without the experience of losing my arms. Thanks for including me in your back alley adventures. Maybe next time wear something a little less flattering when you come down to these parts? I guess it didn't matter since you completed the mission in what I assume has to be record time of some sort."

Releasing her hand, he now took his free hand over his eye removing his own tracker placing it somewhere in the folds of his loose fitting shirt and withdrawing a spliff in it's place. He set the split to his lips as his hand began roving his shirt looking for his other lighter before eventually finding it. He withdrew it with a smile before looking back at the girl to speak again.

"Well, it's about time for me to start looking for a place to feed myself before I collapse from exhaustion. Take care of yourself and keep doing your homework on those missions, seems like it saves you a lot of hazardous work."

He lifted his sword from the ground holding it in one and summoning enough strength within to stand upright as he turned and began walked down the alley as unlimpingly as he could. Now surely there was another kind of restaurant other than ramen bars in this town, he craved protein for his tired sore body and he was beginning to feel a little light headed from not eating yet today. He lit his spliff inhaling casually before expelling a dark cloud up above his head as he walked. At the end of the alley he remembered something spinning around on his heel to call back down the alley to the girl.

"Oh and by the way, my name's Amon."

Finally he turned and left to find his restaurant just as his stomach roared angrily refusing to be ignored anymore.

Exit Stage Left

[--Megumi--]

Despite feeling weak, and more tired than she had been in quite some time, Sayuri smiled. She couldn't help but to chuckle a little either at how wonderful their first meeting was. After all, what says 'help me in my mission' best than making the other think that his arm had blown off. First impressions were lasting, or so says the saying.

The Genjutsu user watched as he produced a cigarette and a lighter shortly after. Though she shook her head, she knew that anything that she would have said against such habits would fall on deaf ears.

"Well, you do that. You've been a great help. And thank you, I'll do my best. Who knows, maybe next time we meet, I'll be able to make all your limbs explode at once."

Sayuri winked at him, though it was all in jest as he turned to make his leave. He limped still, though he covered it up well with the help of his sword as a walking stick. Though she had wished he hadn't exerted himself for such riff raff, if he hadn't she wouldn't be here.

Gathering up some things from the fallen men to prove of her success, she heard him shuffle and when she looked up he was looking back towards her once more, revealing his name. She smiled and waved at him, before looking back down to collect a few more things before heading off.

I hope we meet again sometime, Amon. Maybe we can spar or do some more missions. I think that'd be fun...

Exit stage...right?