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[STYLE=margin: 20px 80px 15px 80px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;]Arctic winds soared across my solemn pacing, their wake chilling the little of my slight frame left uncovered, too pervading my ears with buffeting squalls I by now found familiar. I could discern the hardly obscured chatter of children in the distance, environed by the bustling hum of a village filled with life; the sun had just crept its way over the mountains surrounding us – the established source of light bringing about the commencement of their morning commutes, even as I moved to initiate my own. Reminiscent thoughts beset this excursion, filling the air with nostalgia and pleasant memories, as well ponderance of the day and deeds ahead.

It was an odd task, the one assigned to me – perhaps not in the eyes of most, but given my often-expressed partiality toward operating alone, I found it peculiar, and possibly disrespectful. To expound, my latest assembly with Kumogakure's high council, for the most part, had involved a drawn out, pressing lecture on the importance of our village's lowest-ranking shinobi, and my role specifically in aiding their development. Duly, I was partnered with a Genin – one of the more promising candidates from a decent-sized pool I'd been allowed to select – and given the task of sporadically collaborating with him as a coequal, not leader.

I was not angered; the idea was, I'd admit, interesting enough. Constructed for the more talented of his generation, rather than the traditional three Genin, one Jōnin cell, I'd merely act as a higher-ranking peer, allowing for a fairly challenging experience, and much more freedom on his own part.

Coincidentally, if I'd read the sheet of intel correctly, today marked his first B-rank mission – this alone was the origin of my reminiscence. It'd been years ago that my own first had been completed, similarly a Genin at the time, alongside the then-Chūnin, now-Raikage Eiichiro Munashi. It had been the start of a long friendship; I wondered, with the roles flipped, what the end result of our own commissioning would be. Few in the entire village could truly consider me a friend, and I preferred it that way; personally, I found the pros of working alone to outweigh those of working in a team, and anytime I had attempted it, the others had either ended up being a hindrance, obnoxious, untrustworthy, or a combination of the three.

I, however, did understand the importance in getting along with someone I'd have to see and work with on more than one occasion. I'd atleast attempt to be amiable, regardless of a first impression or whether I ended up liking him or not. The thought wandered as both my distance from the destination and time before our assignment would commence dwindled closer to nothing. I approached the entrance to our village, my vision sifting through the small crowd before halting.

Curiosity and anticipation grew with each passing second; I studied the surroundings attentively, looking to view him beyond mere statistics. On arrival, he'd find me near the back of a scattered crowd before the village gates, my slender build donning a hooded, black trench coat, skinny black pants, and tight, foot-contouring tabi's of the same shade. A chokuto was positioned at my waste, a white, horned mask loosely strapped to my neck, reversed so that it rested on the hood of my coat, with the rest of my tools concealed variously along my person. Most noticeable would be my featureless, revenant oculi, which scanned the vicinity as I searched for him.

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name; city patrol
rank; b
description; Looks like you’ve been assigned to the entire village patrol itself. This may sound overwhelming and to be honest it is, but it’s B rank so don’t complain. You need to hit every district, stop and report all crime and make sure that the village itself is running well. Write down anything out of the ordinary that you see.
reward; 300 experience, 5,000 ryo
minimum shinobi; one
mission status; interminable

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[Yoshie - Chan]

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I was surprised to receive word from the council, especially word that I would be given the honor of accompanying a high ranking officer on their mission. I thought it was all merely a jest set upon me to later be laughed in a silly fashion by the council. It took an egregious amount of time to convince me that what was given to me was an opportunity of a life time. I felt a brush of excitement hit me as I rushed from my domicile, or was it frigid winds that hit me? I could never really tell the difference, so I always never cared to distinguish one from the other.

My dress waved in the wind as I pressed forward down a path, when a singular box crate came into my vision. I was speeding too fast to slow down, so I jumped, kicking my legs forward in a double kick motion, sailing across the box before rolling onto the ground. I recovered quickly, adjusting the katana on my back, and then once again I was on the move which all of that was possible thanks to my studying of the " art of movement " (Parkour). This has saved me many a times while trying to get up a tree or building without expending much chakra to do it.

I hated to be late -- or earlier then others --since being late was something which could be detrimental to my image towards the higher ranking ninja. I wanted-- no needed to be seen as a respectful, courteous, and efficient ninja well deserving of such a glowing recommendation. Now to the path I was taking, the inclines were the most fun to traverse as all I really needed to do was slide straight down. It took no less then a few seconds to get to the bottom, but I happened to kick someone in the leg on the way down. I could feel the impact as he fell over and slammed into my chest. He seemed to be a bit older then me as his brown hair was now on my chest.

"I'm so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going. . . oh kami your leg looks bruised!" I didn't spare a second thought on the subject matter before my body was within motion. I got upwards, and grabbed him by his thighs and back, hoisting upwards more so with my legs then my arms. He had to weigh nearly one hundred an eighty pounds, but my actions were the cause of his misfortune which would weigh heavily on my conscience. My coat was once again flapping in the wind -- racing towards the medical wing of the village.

The hospital helping him was all that was on my mind at the moment.

~ Twenty Minutes Later ~

I was standing outside of the hospital already having word said to me that the boy would would be fine, and the bruising would be minor. His leg had no broken bones, torn ligaments, or even ripped muscles. I felt a wave of relief shower over myself as I started on my way to the gates. I was a little confused as I began to meditate on the origins of my reasoning to find the kumogakure gates. That was when it hit me like a ton of bricks falling off of a castle wall.

I had been recommended for a B class assignment to be carried out, and I was massively late. This was the penultimate dishonor to keep such a powerful chuunin standing there for twenty-five minutes. I knew how it was being a ninja even the slightest seconds could seem like forever. But I finally arrived, my black dress still flowing in the wind as I continued on forward. As I was finally in front of him my body, kneeled, in respect of him. "I apologize for my tardiness, Sempai. I had matters to attend to which were of my own fau--" I couldn't even finish my sentence as my bluish eyes laid themselves upon an angel.

The beauty before myself at that exact moment exceeded everything including the thoughts of gender. At that moment I was confused -- I thought the person suppose to accompany me was a man, but what stood before me was a divine sephram seemingly lost it's way to earth. "Umm ahh ermm ahhh. . . so beautiful" That was all I could get out while I was dumbfounded, while still on my knees.

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[STYLE=margin: 20px 80px 15px 80px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;]Little by little, the crowd of shinobi at my front began to disperse, the arrival of their own cohorts signalling the onset of their day. The chatty ambiance gradually faded, eventually diminishing altogether as I found myself standing alone. My hue-less orbs continued to ceaselessly scan the vicinity, though no avail came in searching for the youth who'd already managed to fall behind schedule. Patience was a virtue beaten into me at an early age, and at least twenty minutes would pass before I began to question whether our prearranged mission would actually come to fruition.

Oddly enough, I was disappointed – a rare sentiment, it wasn't too often that I invested enough consideration or feeling into something for it to incite distress upon cancel. A slight grimace formed among my otherwise inexpressive features, my conscious unsure on whether to leave or remain stagnant. Surely, he wouldn't arrive over twenty minutes late, though pondering it, I couldn’t' quite dismiss the thought as overly absurd. It reminded me why exactly I chose to function on my own in the first place. It was upsetting; nevertheless, a drawn out sigh and shaking of my head would foreshadow a single step in the direction toward home.

It was at this point I deciphered the recognizable thud of tabi's padding along one of the oft-trodden pathways nearby. I stilled my movement, casting a glance in its direction, taking a wild guess at whom it may be. I was correct, eyes squinting as I spotted a small figure in the distance hurrying toward me – a blonde-haired boy, donning a traditional Kumogakure flak-jacket, who I could tell was repentant by the part-frantic, part-troubled look that usually accompanied such excessive cases of tardiness. I eyed him with a more vehement expression in his approach.

He'd near me in a hardly apt manner, kneeling at my feet before spewing the first fragment of an apology, cutting his own self short as his eyes climbed to meet my own. I distinguished the word 'beautiful' from his line of muttering, though unsure what he meant by it, I moved past him.

"hurry. enough time has already been wasted."

En route toward the hidden cloud's top-most right corner, wherein existed our villages largest and most lavish of structures, I reached for the spun piece of parchment delineating what exactly we were meant to accomplish today, as well outlining objectives and noting certain areas to watch out for. I skimmed through the sheet, having read it several times prior; we'd begin at the richest district and work our way down to Kumo's southernmost, barren and dangerous corner, giving us time to warm up for the trouble that I imagined would eventually ensue.

"village patrol, " I voiced, handing him the scroll, "and, your name?"
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[Yoshie - Chan]

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[OOC: small post -- I apologize]

"hurry. enough time has already been wasted."

My ears, were delighted to hear his pure voice -- cascade into the range of my ears. Intoxication must have been how I felt at that moment with the rushing beat of my heart. It was like a war-drum within my chest -- overworking me into a warm cool heat upon my facial features. "Oh yeah, the mission." My voice quivered as I rose to my feet. I still couldn't believe this person would become my sempai in the long run of things. I'd have to say as I shuffled along behind him my interest only grew more boundless in it's respectful admiration of beauty.

It took only a few moments to reach the top most noble lands of Kumogakure. My knowledge of the area was intricate thanks to this area being where my family The Yotsuki Clan resided. I didn't say a singular word while traversing the area -- I worried about the incline that I went through earlier, which send my mind towards the boy I had hurt by accident earlier. I would want to help him once I found him again, mainly because I didn't want my karma to be bad within my beloved village.

We arrived at our destination -- only a little bit late which was all of my fault at that moment. My senses became more alert as it would seem the mission would begin. His soft voice began to overlay to me the specific mission we were designed for the experimentation of this new enrichment system. "village patrol, and, your name?" I nearly became choked up at the very thought of him asking me my name. "My name is Aisuru of the Yotsuki clan -- and may I be so bold to u-uh ask your name as well?"
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[STYLE=margin: 15px 90px 15px 90px; text-align: justify;font-family: arial;font-size: 10px;]His introduction, or rather, the dynasty with whom he claimed to share kinship, had been unexpected and entirely unforeseen. The Yotsuki Clan – I knew them foremost for their financial empire, as one of the wealthiest families in all of Kumogakure, but as well for the prestige and renown that surrounded both the aforementioned wealth and even their namesake. Studying the overwrought ninja beside me, I'd be certain to keep note of the fact, and possibly dismiss his prior gaffe as a one-off thing.

Not to keep him waiting, my own reply followed shortly thereafter. My tone exuded tranquility and amity; the latter was new for me, though nonetheless I needed a way to show Aisuru that I was now a friend, as I assumed his tenseness and jittery responses were stemming from a nervousness of displeasing me.

"izumi omoi. my heritage belongs to the hyūga clan of konohagakure."

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Taking into consideration the region's next-to-nonexistent crime rate, I'd signal for Aisuru to take the southern few streets alone, while I'd run through the remaining little. The effort would loosen him up, I supposed, or at the very least give him some time to think. I myself moved north, halting only once to admire the remarkable architecture and grand roadways occupying our village's most affluent of neighborhoods. My brisk walk seamlessly morphed into a full-on sprint afterward, intuitive lens' darting from left to right as my concentration centered itself on registering everything my eyes could pick up.

The winds were amplified at this pace, gusting my features with a sensation I could only describe as a freezing singe, too leaving my arms to soar backward and lifting my loose ponytail with each fluid motion forward. The relatively short channels took mere minutes to encompass completely; with nothing worthy of mentioning to report, I stopped at the opposite side of the district, expecting to find or otherwise wait for the Genin.
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[Yoshie - Chan]

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Izumi --- after hearing that I tried my best not to literally zone out from the pressure building in my gut. This situation was extremely scary for I didn't know if my heart beating so fast was love, or if I'm having an anxiety attack! I listened to every single syllable that escaped his lips, it was almost hypnotic in feeling the need to kiss them. The beating in my chest, and the heat upon my facial features caused my frame to turn one-hundred and eighty degrees. I listened to his orders intently with a singular hope that we would become stuff together in some alley way where I could confess my ( extremely fast, and short sighted ) ever lasting love.

Instead -- I heard his angelic voice tell me to go in the southern most direction far away from him. My heart was broken, as I teared up in a comical fashion while walking away. I could feel my heart breaking piece by piece as our distance grew more and more apart. This would be the first official mission undertaken by myself, and it really had me on the edge as I walked down a barren street whistling to myself. Seriously, I was bored out of my mind as I slowly walked -- glancing back and forth ever so suddenly to check down every single corridor available. This was an area which wasn't the richest because lets face it I've never seen these people before, and I'm loaded

I'm not a snobby rich person nor did I have that regal attitude my sister had or the joking bit of my brother or the -- what the hell is up with my little sister. We were so close in age but she really was mysterious to me -- as I contemplated the situation I didn't even notice what was barreling towards my head. It hit me so fast that my body was on the ground -- I could hear faint sounds before feeling my body being hoisted upwards."This son of a bitch is a Yotsuki? Should we sell him to the sex slavers?" I could hear the others retort. " are you mentally retarded his father would hunt us down! we make a deal -- draw out the father and get him for all that damn money then just leave." I lost consciousness completely -- mistake number one in my life. Damn it.
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The view provided by the Cloud's privileged northeastern sector, with its more elevated plateau's and furrowed peaks, picturesquely displayed the entirety of the village's midland. To a degree, I began mentally charting our route through the stony labyrinth, though more than anything I merely admired the scenery, waiting for the callow youth to conclude his less-hospitable split of the district. I assumed he'd chosen to walk, and hence the delay was understandable – I remained mindful of the less pleasant possibility however.

As the minutes passed, I began to grow more skeptical of the former's likelihood. To saunter through an area he more than likely visited everyday during trips from his luxurious estate, it was pointless, aside from plain laziness. I wouldn't make any assumptions on his character until I became more acquainted with it; nevertheless, he was making it difficult for me, it was the second time he'd been late in the past hour. Quite a feat, I admitted.

Contemplating the circumstances, I toyed with the thorn-like, obsidian metals lining the various fractions of my slight hand; it was evident by now that he'd gotten himself into some form of trouble, as even walking at the slowest of paces couldn't have taken this long. I wouldn't activate any form of sensory ability, but instead take off in the direction he'd been sent to patrol, my intention being to aid him in the small dispute I expected to find. I'd manage to find nothing, however. The streets were empty, excluding a few children – I searched every row, each column, and naturally, to no avail.

Not until I finally triggered my ocular tenketsu would a solution be made clear. Scanning the area as a whole, the sight of relatively fresh drops of blood would capture my undivided attention. There were a trail, leading to the end of a sidewalk where they'd disappear. That's where I stood, once again pondering the situation, and my clue.

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[Yoshie - Chan]

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"Auugh" This searing pain within my head seems to have jolted my body awake. All I could do was barely look around with a feeling of drowsiness overwhelming me. I could barely decipher everything going on as the light became brighter, and brighter as I blinked my purple optics. That was when I started to hear voices -- "Ahh, it looks like this son- of -a bitch woke up. hn, finally.

[/i]" I couldn't make out the voice at all. Who was this guy, and why did he kidnap me.

I tried to speak, but nothing could be properly articulated other then a gagging cough. The hacking was the worst part of it all -- the feeling as if you were gonna cough out your lugs through your throat. My body was in a weird position, whatever they had shackled me towards felt like some sort of metal. I had literally no strength left in my body, so the tugging that I did only became futile to me after the 5th time of me literally trying to rip my hands from outta the shackles. I stopped since my hands felt like hell at the moment, leaving me with only one singular option. Pray to Kami that they didn't wanna kill me.

-------- 3rd person thieves.

The thugs weren't the typical kids -- you could actually call them bishounen in the term of looks. Raiga, and Nubaria where the names of the two in question. " This will work out for us in the end. This little piece of gold will be our ultimate pay-day. He's so cute, though. It's too bad we need him in mint condition. Well - partially mint condition, ha ha. Nubaria, chuckled, at his own joke as if it was extremely hilarious. His frame, and build was simple in nature a touch of anorexia could be told merely by the skinniness within his arms. Now the actual person who did all the lifting and such was Raiga.

He was a huge hulk of a man, standing at an impressive 6'8. He seemed to be intelligent when it came to battle, but a mindless cur when around his owner Nubaria. The ownership could be easily surmised by the collar around Raiga's neck, and the ending of the leash being attacked to a bracelet on Nubaria's arm." N-nubaria? So what is our plan o-over all? I know you seed no to the sex slavers. B- but I forget what you told me earlier." It was weird the innocence within Raiga's face was usually offset by his fit, and toned physical status.

All that Aisuru could make out from the literally cracked door in the room that he was in was the sound of a smack. SMACK -- " You big lumix! how many times must I explain this. . . The boy we captured within the wealthiest district is of the Yotsuki clan. This isn't just about the money his father send me into sex slavery! the bastard deserves to pay every single red cent he has, and then after we execute the boy in front of his father! I wanna see how he handles pain. . . it won't even be a fraction of what I felt, but -- but.[/i]" Raiga, walked over wiping the tears out of Nubaria's face.

" Yotsuki man make NuNu cry . . . Yotsuki child die by Raiga's hands. This is my present to you.[/i]" That was the last sound that Aisuru heard, before he could no longer keep himself conscious. His vision slowly began to fade again, and the sweet lullaby of darkness took over all over again. There was only one singular thing racing across his mind. "father would have never done that. . . . right?[/u]"
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