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neon would now read the mission he had accepted, his eyes glazed with boredom as he strolled down the empty street, his footsteps the own sound to his ears, a smile would lick his lips, it was time he took a trip to a bar, he would slow down as he finished the mission details. with a deep and steady breath the dauntingly tall figure would dart towards the bar. His footsteps were not light at the moment, just fast as he would slide around each corner till he reached a dark dingy sign swinging from a hard brown stone building.

his dark and rotten grin would tighten the flesh across his face as he pushed the door open with the flat of his foot and craned his head through the doors, blinking his protruding eyes slightly a few times as he got used to the soft light in the room. candlelight was ever present in the room, the sight of fire made neon flinch slightly, but he proceeded into the room to sit at the bar.

"one whiskey please"

neon would whisper quietly to the man, his neck craning towards the man's ear, the man would nod slightly and as neon moved from his ear he could see the mans face, deep with the wisdom of wrinkles and the masculinity of scars, this was a man who you could and many had speak their darkest sorrows to. the bartender would start by grabbing a glass from a shelf behind the counter, neon would not watch to see the man prepare a drink, something neon had seen too many times before, turning on the cracked leathery seat of the bar-stool, neon would take a deep look across the room, staring at the regulars, a few dozy old men enjoying their favourite beverage, starting to nod off to sleep.

despite the regulars, 6 men sat in the corner, their words barely audible behind their drunk mascaraed, with a soft chuckle between parted lips neon would hear the loud clunk of glass on wood and rough cough from the bartender behind, turning back to the aged man, the tall black and white beast would reach back and pick up the coins, a sideways glare from the eyes of a monster would make the man go on his way.

a soft chuckle slid up neons throat as he took a sip from the warm oaken mixture, letting the thick liquid flow down his throat, a wave of warm the would wave across his entire body as he drank the alcoholic beverage. stepping from the bar-stool he would swagger to the group of men, his deep crimson eyes fixated on the drunken men, it was not till he grasped the shoulder of one of the men tightly that they acknowledged and were aware of his presence.

the man whom neon held on the shoulder would flinch startled, his face slowly turned with an angry stare, it took him a while to see the blackened grin that lay twisted into the flesh of the being and the pale demented flesh of the demon, a laugh would sneak up from the throat of the beast, cueing the horrified look, the men all jumped up.

"i am here to take you to the concert"

neon would say slyly to the men, they would begin to stumble around in a hurry, stumbling into each other, craning his neck further forward, neon would stretch across the table, his face close enough to smell their pungent alcohol fumes that etched their way into neon's pig-like nose, the nostrils would twitch, flaring slightly as they inhaled what seemed a hint of vomit on the men.

neon would not take his eyes from the men soiled in their own shames, as he tipped the last of the whiskey down his throat, before dropping the glass to the floor, swaggering like a pirate as he drew his sword from his hip to air, the men would look petrified, his eyes would run up and down their clothing and tut with disapproval. he needed a source of water, fast he decided, he knew exactly where to get one, there was a source of water not far from here.

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waving the sword through the air with a soft swish, neon would startle the drunken men, a sick laugh spilling from his lips as they huddled with fear in a corner, he would reach one, non-sword-wielding, blackened hand forward and throw the table that now stood in the way, and with the flick of his arms, tossed the table across the bar, startling many of the regulars in the bar. he could feel eyes burning into the back of his skull, so he decided it was time to state his dominance over these men once again.

"you six men, strip down naked, we are going for a walk."

neon would watch and stare with much uninterest and a lack of desire or lust over the shape of the men or the men before him, he would now turn to the rest of the people at the bar, waving his sword towards them, threateningly, together with his ugly and scarred face it would only petrify the drinking men. the whole ordeal seemed to interact with dramatic side of neon as he flicked his sword in a twirl and straightened his back as far as the ceiling would allow, the plaster ceiling bristling against his spiked hair.

at last he would hear the last pair of clothes to the floor, the men stood bare, pressing the clothes to themselves in an attempt to conceal themselves, with the roll of his eyes neon would point his sword at the three, craning his head forward.

"now give me your belts"

he would demand, his whispered voice echoing throughout the empty establishment, he would accept each belt from the males, he could see now that each man was a boy, he would drag the blunt of the sword across their pale untainted flesh, the long metal would dig in to one blonde haired boys chest slightly, impressing into the raw pink meat as neon opened his chuckling horror lips.

"turn around, face the wall and put your hands behind your back."

neon would now step backwards slightly allowing the men to shuffle across the floor of broken glass and knocked over furniture to face backwards against the wall, before sticking their hands behind their back, turning away from the men against the wall now, this was all going quite well, but the bartender was getting a little nervous, telltale sales from the rag he was twisting in his hands. the smile tightened across his face.

"another whiskey, this time on the rocks . . . and do not fret, this is all funded, put it on my tab"

neon would then gesture with the sword to the regulars, their eyes grew wide as they realized they were no longer innocent bystanders to this seemingly hostage situation, waving his sword around he would swipe at the men, making them stumble backwards.

"tie their wrists up with these belts"

neon would shout, throwing the bundle of leather belts at the local drinkers, they would stumble over to the men and fiddle around with the belts as they fastened them around the wrists of the young boys, a soft throaty cackle would split the air as neon watched the young boys get tied up. a sound of glass hitting wood would signal that his drink was done, turning his head slightly he would see the bartender swing at neon, only quick enough to dodge, the bottle would smash upon neons left shoulder as he would reach back behind the man, with help from the man's forward momentum, he would reach over and pull the man over the counter, throwing him on the floor. the man would gurgle something before stopping, picking up the glass of whiskey neon would sip it, the ice in this drink hit his top lip as he finished the warm thick syrup.

neon would feel the warmth of alcohol drench over his body, slashing at the local drinkers, the local drinkers would run away into another corner of the bar.

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"out the door with you men"

neon would whisper to the nude men, clutching the sword at them, he would smile slightly as he picked up the bundles of clothing, the nude men would step out into the daylight, he was certain they would not run, but he had to be sure of that, he would deliver a kick to each boy as he left the door, kicking them in the back of the knee sending them to their hands and knees.

"stay on your hands and knees"

neon would say to each of them as they crawled in the dirt in-front of the shop, stumbling and staggering with an awkwardness, he would march them along the road, the few people that walked past would act surprised and gasp at the cattle of boys that neon herded, eventually he turned around a corner and with the flat of the foot would push each boy to the coast of the water before undoing their wrists and pushing them into the water, this would make the boys smell a lot better and sober them up, throwing their clothes in with them he would poke them under the water with the sword in his hand.

get changed or else your going to the concert naked

neon would tell the men, and after a split second of thinking they also started diving through the water grabbing clothing, as soon as each boy looked cleaner the black and white beast would pull them out of the water with his hands, lining them up along the bank standing upright, their eyes gleaming with fear. neon would flick his hands through hand-seals his hands forming the seals for the only wind jutsu he actually knew, his chakra would thread through his body and into the air, the air began to channel wind around the boys, they stood firm trying not to fall into the river, the men would be blown dry and with that neon would nod to himself, they were scared sober, smelling better and cleaner. waving the single edged blade through the air with a soft swishing noise, neon would march the men forwards, through the streets, they walked in order for fear of what would happen otherwise, it took them a little while before they got to the theater.

neon would enter the theater with the men and slide the blade back into it's sheath, standing outside the door he would hear the sound check, the music blaring randomly, he would sniff the atmosphere, slowly closing his eyes before cocking his head to one side at the men who were making their way away from neon's demonic form with haste, but the stone ninja would not stay around to see what happened, he would leave the theater behind.

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[Messatsu!]

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