My streets punk

[The Dude]

name; Ghetto Patrol
rank; c
description; It’s time to take a walk downtown. Our less hospitable neighborhoods need just as many officers if not more down there, keeping the peace. It’s gonna be up to you to take stroll around the projects and enforce the law. Try not to be too intimidated.
reward; 50 experience, 1,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable
name; Cash Out

Ah, the slums of Kirigakure no Sato. The place had a disgusting dirty class to it despite it's reputation, or at least to Takumi it seemed to have some significance in this matter. The shinobi respected the poor souls who lived down here whether they had chosen this path or not, though it was most likely that no one in the slums truly wanted to be there. It didn't matter though, the people were tough dirty and more than ready to do whatever was needed to survive in this place, even when it meant crimes such as murder and robbery. Any option was better than losing in the high stakes game of life that was played out in this forgotten corner of the village. He actually felt like a hypocrite for having accepted this mission, after all he envied the resolve these people had and now he had become an obstacle in their way. Still it would be a strong test to see if his own resolve, determination, and strength was more than their own. A direct contest of his exercising his will upon those with the balls to stand up to him and strike back.

He made his way down the road with long strides as he forced his way through the crowds of filthy beggars and citizens keeping a keen eye out for any mishaps among the struggling bickering people. The people were talking loudly in a competition to be louder than the others to make their points to the people only standing beside them. They cussed, swore and fought, but small break out fights between two more than willing brawlers wasn't something that struck Takumi as a punishable crime and even if it had he would have needed some sort of special ops team to deal with all of them at once. After all fights were breaking out all over the district for no more reason than some had bumped into the other while breathing rancid breath in their face. Inexcusable offenses to these frustrated people, but taking their aggressions out on one another was there way of coping and who was Takumi to judge them for that? He had his own questionable release which reminded him now wouldn't be too bad of a time to indulge in that guilty pleasure.

His head turned all about glancing up and down the streets now reading for signs rather than the actions of the people. Surely he would be able to find alcohol here of all places within the village. A little drink would help sooth his nerves and make it easier for him to detach from these people in the more than probable chance that things would get out of hand. After a few moments of looking about he simply snatched the bottle from one of the drifting people while they weren't looking and took a swig. He was here to prevent crime and yet here he was committing it, no real surprise there to anyone at all. Not even the man blinked as Takumi drank down the volatile toxin greedily.

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[The Dude]

Although the victim of Takumi's small theft wasn't surprised he still looked at the ninja with an indignant expression, the corners of his lips pulled down into a grumpy serious frown, his eyebrows furrowed downwards as he glared down at the boy. Kirigakure ninja had taken advantage of the man before so he knew there was no good to come from picking a fight with one over something as trivial as some disgustingly low grade alcohol but he still resented the ninja for his arrogant behavior and attitude.

"Are you going to at least thank me boy?"

Takumi looked back at the man with a smirk on his lips before tucking his mask back up around his jaw. Perhaps he had been a bit abrupt, but when the idea that he could drink came into mind he found himself driven to seek it out. If there had been a shop he would've gladly bought his own, but again he had failed to find any alcohol accept for in the small brown bags the people carried as the went about their business in the streets. There were so many in fact he had felt like had done nothing more than plucked an apple from a tree, and a rotten apple at that. And perhaps it was the man's clothes or maybe Takumi simply justifying himself but he had a strong vibe the man hadn't purchased the bottle any more legally than he had just now.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks for the piss water I guess... don't you people have anything better down here for booze than that swill? Not that I'm not thankful for you sharing the drink, but that tasted so awful I'm concerned I'm going to kill myself now. Even more concerned on how you can drink it without wanting to kill yourself, cause that's simply disgusting."

Takumi handed the bottle back to the man with a slight nod of courtesy and gratitude as well as undertones of an apology. The man's eyes lit up as he took hold of the bottle in his hands bringing it down to his waist to wipe the mouth of the bottle off with the hem of his filthy stained shirt. He took a swig himself pulling a face as though the liquid were hard for even him to drink but somehow he managed to choke it down. He wheezed from the sensation that was akin to having swallowed a whole cannonball in one gulp before looking about at the streets reflectively.

"We make do with we we have here. Most of the goods we drink and eat ourselves are made by us anyway. Anything else we manage to get our hands on tends to be sold to people from elsewhere in the city, which is sort of ironic considering most of the things we sell them, we stole from them to begin with."

"You don't say?"

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[The Dude]

The man looked back at Takumi confused by the lack of emotion in his voice. He couldn't tell if the ninja was clueless or if he was being sarcastic, there were absolutely no hints within the emotionless tone Takumi's voice carried. If he was being sarcastic it was in poor taste at the expense of these people in a much less fortunate position than most everyone else in the village. If it was in ignorance though, it was even more inexcusable. How could anyone in this village be ignorant to the suffering of others? Almost all of Kirigakure knew of their suffering if only because the shinobi of the village reveled in the suffering of others.

"Does it really surprise you? I mean most of us can barely afford the goods that are produced here even and they don't cost much at all. It's just gotten to the point that honestly it's much easier to steal and murder our way into any other class hierarchy in the city."

Takumi looked back at the man, he had understood the man's point and what he was trying to get across, he even admired the determination and drive. People needed to be more like that, willing to do whatever it took to get out of the hole fate had handed them. Murdering and stealing may have been preventable but fate wasn't, and it was the fate of the weak to be preyed upon by the strong mercy was merely a cowards excuse for his lack of grit.

"It's not just easy to steal and murder friend, it becomes necessary correct? You see, I feel oddly hypocritical for being on assignment in this district to watch out for lawbreakers and troublemakers. It could be the reason I'm here talking to you instead of patrolling the streets looking for arrests. Of course that's just a theory... but I probably should get to work, I'll get in trouble if I don't go come back to the compound with any results at all. It's been nice talking to you ya filthy bum, learn something and fight your way out of this hell hole tooth and claw but do yourself a favor and wait til it's someone else's shift."

Takumi turned away and left without another word leaving the man to look after him even more confused. Takumi looked like an insane freak to him just now, but then he also seemed like a man with visions and views he could get behind. Someone from the rest of the village who empathized and understood what the struggle that living in squalor was like and even more than understood it he seemed to have the strength and determination to to fight back. But then the lengths the boy was willing to go to, and the way he cast aside morals to achieve his ends... it sent a chill down his spine.

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[The Dude]

Even as Takumi walked down the street throughout the rabble he had a strange feeling like he was being watched, but he reassured himself that it was just a mild sense of paranoia that came with patrolling this area. After all he had just had a very serious talk about how desperate people could be driven to do drastic things to improve their own situation if times got tough enough. This district was full of the desperate souls looking to climb their way out, even now Takumi was sure he felt the eyes of everyone around him bearing down at him enviously. They desired what he had, his status as a ninja his money his power, and if they were able to kill him they could at least get some of it for themselves.

His paranoid thoughts were interrupted quite rudely as he realized there had been screaming for help a few blocks away. In fact it had been carrying on for some time now but Takumi had been too self absorbed in his own paranoia and thoughts to pay attention. He sighed regrettably as he reluctantly shot off of the ground to the nearest wall running up the length of it and up onto the roof before peering down and about among the neighborhood looking for the source. He soon spotted a large crowd gathered on the street roughly 75 meters away and leaped off the building he stood upon. Kikaichuu swarmed into a mass that resembled a constantly shift cloud that was solid enough to hold his weight.

The cloud skimmed down through the air in a direct line for the crowd, but even as he cut through the air swiftly he saw shady figures weave out and away from the center before ducking down into the crowd becoming one with the audience. Whoever the culprits had been it would be impossible to see them from above, and besides that the Aburame didn't even know what had occurred. This needed a bit more investigation, and so he landed a midst the crowd to inspect the scene.

Upon the street in a pool of blood was a woman face down in the gutter. She was hunched over something though rather than laying flat, a peculiar position to assume when one is being attacked. Takumi approached the body and to the shock and horror of the crowd simply kicked her corpse to the side to roll her over and get a better look at what had transpired. As her body rolled over it revealed two small kids she had bent over in her final moments shielding them with her body.

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[The Dude]

Something was wrong in Takumi. He felt a wrenching feeling in his stomach, like his stomach was collapsing in on itself. More than that though his hands were beginning to tremble slightly, he had never exhibited such rage like this... not that he could remember at any rate. His vision was blurring as everything became a motion of blurring silhouettes and something in his mind snapped. Whatever happened all of the ninjas inhibitions were gone and he no longer had active control over what he was doing, in fact he wasn't even aware he was doing anything. All he could see was the woman in the street and her kids but his kikaichuu heard one command loud and clear. They could feel it in his anger, his increased blood rate, his heavier breathing, his entire body tensing rigidly.

Loyal to their host the kikai buzzed angrily about him in a frightening massive cloud that resembled black flames causing the crowd to flee from him in every direction, but the kikaichuu had done this before and it was more than just looking frightening. They felt the primal urge and rage within their master and reflected it onto the environment fulfilling his inner most wishes themselves. In a roaring crescendo the black buzzing flames roared higher and higher as they continued to out poor from his clothes in the sky seeking the scent of the perpetrators.

Takumi's trembling spread even further up his body with rage and anger, his imagination was getting the better of him showing him horrific scenes of what the murder may have looked like. In his head the mother was trying to comfort her children as she was stabbed in the back and they cried out in horror, and all the while he had been busy worried about himself. THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HIM!?!?! His rage broke and a powerful chakra wave rushed through out the black flames of kikaichuu reaching skyward as they grew larger and began their most horrific evolution yet.

The kikaichuu caught the scent and immediately knew what they were for, and with a deafening roar the entire swarm raged down the street. The came flood around a corner before completely encircling the ground around a building. The home of the perpetrators as a matter of fact.

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KIKAICHUU METAMORPHOSIS
RANK: D, C, B [150]
TYPE: SUPPLEMENTARY
RANGE: SELF
HANDSEALS: NO.
CHAKRA: ----
SPECIAL: SPEED IN WHICH KIKAICHUU TRANSFORMS DEPENDS ON THE HIGHEST RANK KNOWN. KIKAICHUU LOSE THEIR INITIAL PROPERTIES TO LEECH UPON OPPONENTS. KIKAICHUU STILL RETAINS THE ABILITY TO LEECH FROM THEIR HOST TO SUSTAIN COMPLETE FUNCTION. THE USER GAINS THE ABILITY TO DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN WHICH EFFECTS THEY WOULD LIKE TO USE AS THEY UPGRADE THEIR RANKS.
D RANK: 2 TURNS / SHARPENED EDGES (CUTTING/FLAYING)
C RANK: 1 TURN / PIERCING FEELERS (DRILLING/PENETRATIVE)
B RANK: 3/4 TURN / EXPLOSIVE BODY (1 EXPLODING TAG)
A RANK: 1/2 TURN / EXPLOSIVE BODY (3 EXPLODING TAGS)
S RANK: NEAR - INSTANT / (DIAMPHOTOXIN/HAEMOLYTIC EFFECT)

DESCRIPTION: THE KIKAICHUU NO JUTSU IS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE CENTRAL MEANS OF ATTACK FOR THE ABURAME. HOWEVER, LIKE BUGS, THEY CAN EVOLVE SO TO SPEAK, GOING THROUGH A RAPID PROCESS OF METAMORPHOSIS. THIS METAMORPHOSIS REMOVES THE KIKAICHUU'S ABSORPTIVE PROPERTIES IN EXCHANGE TO TAKE ON OTHER PROPERTIES, NAMELY THOSE GEARED MORE TOWARDS PHYSICAL DESTRUCTION SUCH AS SHARPENED EDGES, EXPLOSIVE PROPERTIES, AND MUCH MORE. WHEN METAMORPHOSIS IS ACTIVE INSECTS LOSE THE ABILITY TO LEECH CHAKRA AND IN TURN LEARN TO DEAL PHYSICAL DAMAGE.
DOMAIN: ABURAME; ONE ABURAME MASTERY.

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[The Dude]

The Kikaichuu finished the horrible transformation and the black roaring buzzing mass seeped into every opening exposed along the shoddy old broken down building. Doors, open windows, cracks in the walls anything with space enough for air to crawl through the kikaichuu found as the eagerly fulfilled their masters desire. The men inside began to shout and scream in horror swinging with their blades wildly at the kikaichuu but it was no use as the multitude of kikaichuu swarmed over them and the buzzing black cloud became damn and bloody. The kikaichuu swarmed the men, slicing, cutting, stinging again and again viciously until there was little left of the filth but massive blood stains all through out the house.

The screams of the men carried out onto the streets where Takumi was and after a few moments it pulled him back from the momentary lapse of judgement and control. As his sense of reality returned he looked about confused for the source of the screaming but even as he began to search the screaming died down. He headed in the direction the sound had come from and as he neared the house his kikiachuu came to greet him eagerly. He could tell something was wrong, he hadn't given them an order to go out... or he hadn't meant to. He could smell the blood that stained them as he made his way to the house following the bloody trail they had left behind them.

Stepping into the house he looked about at the mess they had made with uncaring but still tear stained eyes. The bugs had made an awful mess of these men indeed but Takumi could feel somewhere deep within him that these where the men who deserved to die. He shook his head solemnly and sadly, not at what had happened to the men so much as how he was going to explain this in his report to the compound. It would be tough but he'd think of some clever excuse, the truth that he had snapped and uncontrollably released his kikaichuu on the streets of Kirigakure no Sato could prove detrimental to his future. He turned to face his massive swarm that eagerly awaited his approval buzzing quietly with anxiety.

"Well you all got filthy and stink now from all that blood. I don't know why you expected not to get into trouble for this... but it doesn't matter you all still did well. Go to the coast and wash up while I go figure out how to deal with turning this in."

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