Babysit The Rich Brats[Mission]

[aramlyis]

BABYSIT THE RICH BRATS
RANK: C
DESCRIPTION: Who said babysitting was easy? It's not that these kids are babies exactly, but their attitude might as well be matching with the name. Rich and spoilt brats, these three children betwen the ages of seven and thirteen known nothing to do with manners or rules. Being able to do everything they wanted and given everything at a young age has stereotypically turned them in to Kusagakure's worst children, and it's just your luck that their parents, a wealthy mine-owner and his socialite wife, have asked shinobi from the village to take care of their darlings each time they go out together to upper-class meals and events. Are you man enough to handle this?
OBJECTIVE: Babysit the three children until their parents come come. Prevent them from making a mess and generally being naughty!
PAY: 50 EXP and 1,000 Ryo.

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The sounds of his everyday shoes coming into contact with the hard, unforgiving material that made up the road upon which the population walked to the varied locations their circles of influence and affluence had made for them. Kaku's circle of influence in the Shinobi community had given him the option of performing various menial tasks for the wider community, with the only qualifier being that you had to pay a certain fee for such a service to be provided. People had attempted to skip over the frees that might take more coin out of their pocket- but there were several systems in place that typically could be used to prevent that. The most common method was that there should be a superior officer supervising the activity, and would report if the detailed assignment had gone beyond the ranking it had been designated. The higher ranking Shinobi was typically a Jonin tutoring a Genin Squad of three, but exceptions had been known to exist. Fewer or more Genin members for example. Incidentally, Chunin were never part of that margin of error. Someone who was morally corrupt to an unacceptable degree usually didn't make it into a position of such power. Usually being the operating word, it could happen- had happened and would happen again. Common sense dictated so. That and the experience of four entities that he had the direct line to. They had been strangely quiet, only moving about and conversing when prompted. This hadn't been entirely unexpected, with the recent graduation from the Academy his mind had been on other things as it adjusted itself to his new life. So they had naturally spent some time synthesising the information for him, which was to say he had done it, but under pretences that wouldn't be unveiled.
Humming to himself as he meandered towards his clients house, Kaku noted the expensive architecture, the sweeping curves and custom designed gate, windows(stained and unstained), the grand cobbled pathway, the white and blue stones giving a nice touch that was still stately, but not as oppressively so as compared to a feature such as the door-nob, which seemed to be glass. Emphasis on the seemed, because typical glass wouldn't be able to stand the use of opening and closing a metal lever.
The Farseer muttered something about it being a specific type of lever, Class one or two- but the details were drowned out as his hand rose and fell, three times in total on the wooden door (jarrah as far as he could tell).
Straightening his tie in the reflection offered to him(not much of one) Kaku performed some last minute appearance modifications so that it didn't appear his abnormal outfit had been in any way ruffled as he had travelled across the Village. Abnormal being that he had been requested to be dressed in a manner that would be familiar to the three children he had been asked to look after. The youngest being seven year old male, the second oldest was twelve years, the same gender as his younger sibling. The eldest was a female, which explained the additional attempt by the family to produce a heir in such a short period of time. While their society wasn't entirely inclined so as to ignore women, the circles in which they preserved the noble blood typically tended to favour men.
Straightening his back, Kaku prevented himself from doing a cursory inspection of the matriarch of the house, confining his eyes to her own.
Offering a hesitant "Good Evening," Prompted a round of conversation that involved being invited into the house, and being led around, and typically being shown the ropes. Feeding times and so on. Apparently they hadn't heard of curfew around here, and the children had invited some of their friends over. When he heard that Kaku and pursed his lips into a thin line. He had wanted to give a groan and bang his head against a door, but that wouldn't have been practical for customer relations.
Eventually he met the Father of the trio, and well to do man who well complimented his spouse in that regard.
After giving his solemn oath that he would find his spawns offspring as he left them, the duo departed to whatever high brow function they were going to.
Now; to business.

[aramlyis]

It was time to assist with the preparation of the party, which was to say- he would be doing most of the manual labour and other menial chores. Resinging himself to a long afternoon and night, Kaku dragged himself back into the house, even the Primach's face was looking a little grim at the prospect of caring for something that he couldn't fix with a punch to the face. That particular thought brought the Chaos Prince out of his slumber to inject that it was indeed a good idea. The exact wording was something to the effect of; "What da' brats need is a good smackin' to get them in line!".
This opinion unfortunately- was likely to be correct. What frequently happened with rich people is that they didn't have time to interact with their offspring, their drive for monetary funds overcoming any such parental instincts that should have been present in their hormonal status.
These children weren't good or bad- they were simply the result of nothing else intervened. They had based themselves on the limits of what their parents had imposed -which were none- and any temporary caretakers that might have been employed. Again, the effect these people would have had would be negligible.
The one constant influence in these children lives was likely to be other people of their age. Their peers, friends, enemies, crushes and so on. These would be the factors that had shaped the attitude of these children. Seeing as their parents would take no influence in the lives of their spawns aside from providing them with toys, money, anything to keep them happy. Rationally speaking; it was more productive for them to buy the odd toy here and there then actually spend time at home. Shrugging to himself, Kaku passed through the last door that bared him from the gathered location of his charges. Pausing momentarily, his eyes glanced across the trio- assessing the most probable manifestation of their personalities. The youngest child had a shock of black hair, he was average height, average features- his eyes held a mischievous glint to them, but that was as far as Kaku could pin him down. The second eldest or youngest was tall, having hit his physical maturity late. His hair was a dusky blond which suggested artificial means to achieve such a pigmentation. People didn't naturally have one strand of hair blond, and the other black after all. He was roughly the same height as Kaku, and looking down at his hands; Kaku gave a mental sigh. It would be all to easy to see what this one brought to the table.
Violence, those tiny scars on his knuckles? Evidence thereof. He was a punk, little more to be said. And if that wasn't enough, the sneer he had perfected most certainly sealed the deal on his profile. Physical appearance wasn't a major factor in many of Kaku's mental calculations- but it did play a role, just as everything did. Jeans, ripped shirt, a tie without a jacket. The kid thought he was hot stuff and was highly doubtful that Kaku had the authority to contain him. Mentally Kaku yawned again, brat probably thought that he would be able to take him down as well. Shame that there were flowers in the garden. Physically, Kaku would be stronger but didn't feel like risking his pride. This kid looked like the sort who might use some sort of stimulant, and Kaku didn't imagine that his natural strength could compare to the sheer rage that those substances unlocked. So yes, Kaku would be like he normally was and play it safe. Pounding him with Ninjutsu would be relatively easy, the trouble would be preventing himself from killing the child. Battle was just that, inherently dangerous in nature. It wasn't a place for the uneducated or unprepared. Unfortunately now, Kaku had his hands tied, as he needed the money the mission could afford him. He would either have to roll with the punches or diffuse the situation. And being bluntly honest wasn't going to help without express knowledge on their traits.
Finally, there was the eldest girl, unwanted by her parents, she was going to be the easiest to predict, rebellious, low-fuse, she was all things considered; easy on the eyes, but somehow that was soured by her manners and dress.
Suffice to say, one was deplorable, the other non-existent.
What a headache inducing family.
Gesturing towards the sofa, Kaku spoke in what he hoped was an even, modulated tone. "Please take a seat, I'd like to know what preparations need to be completed and what has already been done."
He wasn't actually sure if he was allowed it sit, so he stood in the middle of the room, a few meters away from the now seated group. Walking away from the carpet, Kaku listened to the various orders that came from the collaboration of teens. Eventually he felt that they were starting to come up with requests just to annoy him, so held up a hand to staunch the flow, expecting varied reactions. He was not disappointed.
The youngest looked petulant at the interruption, the squatter seemed to be annoyed and amused(he was probably a bit slow with emotions) and the girl seemed to think that being shushed was a personal insult if the hand that was covering her mouth in abject horror was any indication. Resisting the urge to snicker at them, he laid down his thoughts on the table, requesting his Farseer to retrieve their names from his memory bank for him.
"I need to know how many have been invited, can you each give me a rough estimate on how many you invited and how many will probably turn up?"
The thing was with kids like this, despite the fact that they were asses, they still had a grasp on basic politics and the prestige their position held. So it could be considered a status thing to invite all of their friends, not wanting to overuse the money that had been made available to him, Kaku felt that there might be a need for it later on. He didn't want to splurge it on excess of food, it'd only go to waste.
Kaku didn't like waste, so he tried to avoid it from occurring whenever possible. Frowning to himself, he listened to the totals that the trio listed off. It was less then he had expected, but still plenty to keep him occupied. Shrugging the thought off, Kaku asked a few other pleasantry questions before setting of to complete his assigned tasks, many in their number and strong in their difficulty. For one person, four...not so much.

[aramlyis]

Shopping with the three clones his Clan techniques provided him with could be considered to be a far less painful existence, seeing as he could cover far more ground quickly. The truism 'many hands make light work' could be used to aptly describe the process in which four people of the same mind and body can go about co-ordinating themselves to work together in almost perfect harmony. Almost perfect meaning that their teamwork -while good in this casual situation- didn't quite stand up to the rigours of irritation and delays that all shoppers experienced. Normally a customer would stew in their annoyance at waiting for such a period of time. Kaku had three other people to let it out on without bothering the other consumers that much. They argued, debated and quietly cursed at each other as they planned the party out. It was agreed that the foursome would remain anatomically intact and be used to help out with screening the incoming party members.
The screening process was simple enough in it's design and started from the moment they entered the gates, to when they left the party. One doppelganger would be left to care for the consumables (food and drink) to prevent them from being contaminated by any external influence.
Kaku had no wish to see the punch spiked, there were likely to be elder gang members at this party Jeven -the middle son's name- did seem to be the type to invite those people. Osirth -youngest- was going to invite the least threatening members of the party, but children with the right direct could be dangerous. As they were the smaller wheels in the machine of society, people either tended to revere those that they knew and ignore those that they didn't. If anyone was likely to spoil the food it would be Osrith and his small gang of party-goers.
The next location to occupy would be the lawns, keep an eye on any activites outside. Patrolling. They'd probably start hatin' after a while as well, but the whole point was to keep the children safe and happy. He did need a majority approval for the parents to sign the slip that said he had completed his mission to their satisfaction. Dalphne was a whole different kettle to wish, looking for approval from her peers -she was the one most likely to crash and burn out of the group. She would fall for someone who gave her that approval and recognition that she desired, get pregnant, cause a huge scandal, be disowned and live in poverty 'til she died. Somewhere along the line the bloke she picked would also leave her. While it did sound sad, it was reality unless she changed somewhere along the line. Of course this was a worst possible case scenario, but sometimes Murphy seemed to enjoy poking his nose in the most unwanted to places.
Shrugging to himself, Kaku proceeded to hurry along the road towards the designated partying area. Amusingly enough it had already started by the time he got there, lack of supplies seemingly not an issue. The catalyst for the pre-emptive start to the festivities was seemingly the music coming from the platform that had been set up in a key location. From an analytical point of view it had been placed there to maximise any possible resonance that the house could provide. The band itself seemed to lend it's musical talent to the male lead singer, the genre appearing to be dirty rock of some sort.
Not finding any enjoyment in the non-existent lyrical notes, Kaku and his entourage made their way through the crowded corridors, passages and began preparing the tables with the food they had brought.
It was simple enough, confectioneries at one table, fruits and (soon to be) cooked meats on another. There were various toys, protection (Kaku's own initiative there) and some little oddities that might make the whole night a more enjoyable experience.
Now then, onto the final stage of the entire fiasco: making sure the socially in-adept siblings survived the nights course of events.

[aramlyis]

The party was much the same as most internationally aged parties. The age groups tended to ignore each other unless there was a go-between for them. Siblings tended to be the most usual case for it, although there were some of the younger folk who felt more comfortable hanging out with those who were more advanced in their years. Why? Maybe they were older in mind then body, regardless it was one of the many social dynamics then presented themselves in the this gathering. Kaku was by no means the oldest person attending the function, but by the looks of things- he was several magnitudes older mentally then these people who seemed to have slammed the pause button down at the age of three and a half months; they were nothing more then animated turnips!
Well, maybe that was a bit harsh on them, but Kaku most certainly was starting to grow frustrated with the irresponsible antics of his hosts and their guests.
The most obvious cause for his ire was the ambience, the many mouths, feet, hands and the repetitive lyrics of whatever inane song they reverberated the air to in sick celebration of the perverted union of two parties; the intoxicated mind and the music industry. A match made under the most hazardous and inevitable conditions if there ever was one.
Sighing to himself, Kaku closed the book that had been detailing a rather amusing facet of his current personality traits. Namely, a condition that had been termed the 'Third Man Factor' and it appeared that he had overcompensated, making it into something like a sixth man, essentially it was a trick developed by the mind to allow someone to traverse experiences that were particularly stressful.
Was his life stressful? Kaku turned an eye towards his metaphysical advisories, each of whom gave a series of gestures that roughly equated to 'don't know, don't care, what does that mean and 'course it's stressful, it's life!
Recognising that internal reflection wasn't going to be a good way to deal with it, Kaku turned his attention back to the swaying bodies of the crowd.
_________Time Skip: Running out of Muse _____________
By and large, the event had gone mostly as planned, there had been a few disputes of order (law hadn't really factored into is, rich nobles and the constitution usually didn't mix without some lubricant), there had been a few minor squabbles, all of which had been broken up, either directly or indirectly. It had taken a while, but eventually people started leaving to either collapse from any number of reasons. Over consumption of a most poisonous liquid, sheer physical exhastion from any number of innocent, scandalous or ornery activities. The youngest members of the party seemed to be croaking as they stumbled home, having shouted themselves to the point of being deaf. Poor mites, the sugar rush couldn't be making their exhaustion any easier regardless.
And now came the second portion of his job, tidying up the tremendous amount of litter that had been left on the ground. Groaning to himself, Kaku went about the long tiresome process of cleaning up. Arming himself with a pair of tongues, a waste-basket strapped to his back and some disinfectant(you never could be too careful with teenagers and some time spent alone), he set off around the yard, picking up various items of clothing, plastic, food and the other debris that people usually leave when in a drunken state.
The tongs proved invaluabe as it saved the weary boy from bending over to a degree that might cause a certain amount of strain, and after picking up what had felt like an item that had been divided by the absence of anything, he surveyed the yard. It wasn't perfect, not by an means. But it would most certainly do. Fighting off the impulse to loose conscious direction of his body, Kaku moved forward to await the arrival of the parental figures.
And they arrived much the same way they had departed; quietly and cleanly.
The male and female swept into the house, providing nary a glance at Kaku's upright figure. His simulacrums were long gone, providing him with no company but the sounds of the neighbourhood.
After a few minutes of discussion inside the house, the male returned- baring a slip of parchment with his signature on it. The two exchanged the traditional niceties but there was no real feeling behind it. Neither of them felt any sort of respect or deference towards the other and neither lingered in the act of departure.
[Exit]

[KEITH]

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