Sensationalism [M]

[Icarus]

Protect the News
Rank: B.
Shinobi Required: 1-4.
Mission Information: A newspaper man has received information about an upcoming assassination; there's a mafia family on the rise somewhere in the streets of Suna. The family received word about his information and they have sworn death to the news man. A threat was sent to him saying that in 3 days time, if he doesn't stop the news from spreading, they will come after him. Fearing for his life, the news man has asked if shinobi could come and protect him.
Special Information: Repeatable.
Reward: 100 EXP & 2,500 Ryo.

The night was welcome and opening to him, its silence was pleasant as it betrayed the silence that filled the village. It was not a silence that was brought on by depression, it was natural and quaint there were crickets and on occasion a drip or two of water, a natural flow of nature that made those around calmer as if by soothing almost aural touch. It was in this that he was actually relishing a mission high ranked and difficult though it might be, the faces of defeat, despair, demise and dismissal that he had seen in the kazekage’s office from this mission was indeed a debacle that destroyed his day.

But, he could find solace in this pretty little world, where he could flirt with the stars and gaze lovingly at the moon, he carried with him a quarter staff and it was not his, it felt awkward in his grip, he was on guard duty ‘till his escort arrived and they though he should be armed but they didn’t quite give two shits, pardon his French, but it was true. They simply deftly tossed a weapon his way from a pile of differently measured staves that looked in his opinion rather well used. He wouldn’t think of using it though, the crime rate in sunagakure wasn’t exactly dangerously high enough where he though he would actually get into a heated scuffle, at least until the V.I.P was in his vicinity, then everything would pick up in a rather brutish fashion he imagined.

He didn’t really have a full path planned out for his guard duty this night, or rather his nocturnal patrolling if he could touch up the real name of the job without changing the words around to make it sound as lofty as guard duty he wasn’t really so much a guard as a prefect at this moment. He didn’t mind though, guards were rather fixed to their position and in his own opinion at this moment where he could seemingly open his pores to the chill and biting night air and look around and only see serenity he was indeed superior, and he would be recognized certainly as such once the mission was all said and done.

[Icarus]

He was of queer characteristics, a bit too much hair and rather unkempt at that, a bleached white face that paled at the sight of anything that moved, even the moon slowly boiled in its elipse with envy of how this man was so vivaciously stark white, how he radiantly glowed with skin of pale complexion. His clothes yet though were black, a black and fine suit, much beyond what he imagined a newsman could afford, but he wasn’t sent here to judge this man, only to protect him, it seemed that if the kage wanted to do it all she needed to preform was a gentle flick of her wrist and a team of people would reword a mission in such a way that it would be him protecting a criminal, a kingpin, a murderer.

But… she was a good person from what he saw, from what he knew, from the little that he observed and as such he couldn’t simply outstep his bounds and throw accusations based on the quality of another man’s wardrobe, no that would be ludicrous and beyond his stature. He had not messed up in anyone’s eye, he was without flaw beside being a perfectionist at least in the eyes of others or so he assumed. This was why he as a genin, though his age might beckon a different opinion had grabbed a mission of such a violent nature.

He to his man procured his hand, it’s own white showing a rather strong affinity for the shadows where his pigment would only whiten in piece, he had never quite been tanned and it was possible people thought him an introvert, but he worked better in the dark and not simply just because others weren’t looking, it was the very lineage that oozed through his blood and brought what little color he had to his face.

The hand met his and it was taut and damp, the suit no doubt hid a rapidly beating heart one sparked of fear and doubt that he might even die this very night. He spoke words of vague assurement to him and then words that beckoned a start of movement less they wait and give time to whoever may or may not be pursueing them. This in its self was the start of this walk, this walk that was an escort from the house of the man to the guard tower where he would be housed temporarily.

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The scenery around was littered with trees and planted with refuse, a back alley they were entering, one that had rather low traffic so as to promote a silent and unseen travel, the less danger that inhabited this mission the better it would be, he didn’t want to have a client’s death weighing down on his consciousness and on top of that the reputation of his home village as well. The paycheck was now secondary to his thoughts, the money was the last thing on his mind, all he wanted was too get this man home or rather to the safe house and then retire himself uninjured.

A rattle, a shake, a crash and a break erupted behind them and corrupted their sense of time, to become slow as the adrenaline started to flow within his blood. He gripped the arm of his client and the suit sunk in a bit, as if he had suddenly become all bones, yet he brushed it off as simply his thoughts running a tad wild he looked back and a saw figure, perhaps two and so he pulled his client away around a dip and a bend a turn and a curve. He attempted to elude them but he was thinking soon that his efforts were in vain.

He could hear a myriad of footsteps behind them now, some sort of legion of troops chasing them, but perhaps not, maybe only one or two then three to four, five at tops he could guess without stopping to look behind him. This alleyway was in a sense perfect for an ambush if he could just … He spun the man around and pointed in a direction for him to go. He then spun around on a heel and turned to face his pursuers with much determination at his back.

There were awnings layered with dust, trash cans stacked with bottles and blurry windows that reflected the piercing light of the moon at such odd and strange angles that it seemed one was walking through a crowd of flash lights. So very many shadows were cast across and around, ones that stretched up and those that dominated the ground. And to his site he saw a group of ruffians with whom he shared a murderous intent towards each other. Some had pipes, others were empty handed, some tossed shook and flourished a wonderful assortment of knives. But he was packing an omnipotent weapon with the night on his side. They charged and he cast his shadow no sooner than after a few hand seals. He felt the stress on their body in the same way that he felt the stress on his chakra, yet he held the seal tight enough to leech color from his fingers.

They bickered and barraged him, with spittle and insults so he found it of the most absolute necessity at this time to quiet the dogs. From the ground flat odd hands geometrically perfect by some reason with knife like fingers curled ‘round and ‘round their bodies till it reach their throats. He pressed the newest seal together as if the physical force would indeed snap their necks, and so it did. His body sweating slightly he knew it was an inefficient use of chakra compared to other options, yet he continued the action ‘till they stopped moving. He made his way back to the VIP and continued his run, could he say he was halfway there? It was possible.

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[Icarus]

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