The Three D's (Edd)

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Wake Up !
Rank: D
Ninja needed: 1-3
Mission info: There’s an old drunkard sleeping on the front doorstep of the tsuchikage’s tower. Someone, anyone, wake him up and move him along !
Special Info: Can be repeated indefinitely.

Kei took his first steps into the Tsuchikage's office after the passing of their previous kage. It was a major blow to his heart o be accepting missions from the same boring crowd as the rest of the village. That was as opposed to Yoko, who seemed to make taking missions and bringing them in a little bit more fun than just the crew the new Tsuchikage had. It started to become a reoccuring event as well, as now even Sen hasn't done anything with him for some time now. He watched slowly as the few friends that he had slowly slipped into their own space and time. "Argh." He sighed heavily as he walked through the golden halls of the tower Slade was now home to. He was still unconvinced if the content of his speech given at his inauguration was viable and able to be kept.

The future swept through the young boy's mind, which was something new for him as he walked down the stairs that would lead to the door way of the tower. Everything was changing far too rapidly for him, but he couldn't complain. Least to no one but himself. Even then, he had no one to complain to. The Tsuchikage would just brush him off, as done before by everyone. Sen seemed too busy to even chat. Stopping in his tracks he realized his left hand was up and the index and middle finger was extended.

"Two huh?" Two friends, in the whole wide world, and one just up and disappeared. Coming to this realization the sun would come through the opening of the large doors. His surrounding just instantly changed. He wasn't even aware he made it fully to the bottom of the stairs for his mission. Then it clicked like a switch. The mission he took up was only a few feet away. He was practically at the entrance of the tower. His eyes scanned the area. And there he was...

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Just a jump away from Kei's current position, the old man sat. More senses would be alerted on arrival in front of the poor figure. Alcohol fumed around him. The smell instantly hit the Iwa boy's nose as he approached. His steps were faint and slow, made almost mechanically. Long gray hair slide down his back and laid among the ground as he did. He seemed rather relaxed and comfortable for his position. Kei's eyebrows lifted once he stepped close enough for the old drunkard to hear him.

"Who goes there?" His voice shot out like a madman. Rolling on his back he would position himself at Kei's feet, looking up at him with red and broken eyes. A beard and mustache, almost equal in length to the hair on his head, was obviously visible on his face. His breath was fairly worst then the odor his body was emitting. Kei tried to rack his brain around the mission before. It became obviously apparent now. He was not only an eyesore for the kage, but his stench was down right offensive.

"Is that you, Kuja? Oh, my little Kuja!" Like a lightning bolt, the old figured moved almost like that of a shinobi, swiftly rising to his feet to throw himself at Kei, and wrapped his arms around Kei's neck. The smell was bad before, but being this close was something entirely different. His hair hadn't be washed. As Kei was locked in his embrace he could see small critters and creatures crawling about it. It sent shivers down his spine. His fingers twitched and twained. It was the start of a bad day...

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"GET OFF!" Kei's hands moved inward and aimed for his torso. He touched the obviously old woven wool shirt that he was wearing. It felt itchy to the touch as he pressed his palms against him, preparing to remove the problem. "Oh, Kuja! Kuja! Where have you been? I mished you!" He continued to ramble on about the nonsense that he spouted before the embrace. It was apparent he was still drunk. Kei apparently looked like someone he knew, which he found ridiculous for his appearance. He may not have been born into a clan or bloodline, but he knew he looked unique. "I said," Taking in a big breath and bracing his body, he pushed the old man off, with such force that the skinny old man's frame was sent backwards, rolling onto the ground until he slid along the rough dirt and fell back several meters. "GET OFF! Ugh." He was away but the man's stench seemed to linger. They were only locked in an embrace for a few seconds, but that apparently was all that was needed for the man's smell to stick with him.

"And the next time you come back," The Iwa Genin pointed his finger at the old man, making sure that there was no confusion between the two and that he was being serious in his threat. "I swear I'll toss you over the sun." With that the old man coughed and rose to his feet, dusting himself off. Even doing that proved to be abnormal. He was hardly able to hold his stance. Possible he was still intoxicated, so Kei assumed. He never understood why adults liked alcohol so much. It was bad, in more ways than one. Shrugging the thought off they parted ways. The old man grumbling to himself as he walked off into the distance, and Kei returning victorious, with the smell of an old drunkard as a trophy. He sighed, for some things just can't be returned.

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