The Negotiator [M:Private]
Jul 23, 2011 15:04:41 GMT -8
Post by ¤ SFS ¤ on Jul 23, 2011 15:04:41 GMT -8
With a sigh he wiped the slight sweat from his brow and began to walk away from the patrol squads only to be cut off by the voice of someone he hadn’t heard speak until now.Wait young man please. I owe you a great debt, won’t you please stay a moment before your next task? My ramen is simple but hearty and it’s all I can offer in the way of gratitude.His voice was sad and the Iwa-nin could hear guilt in it as if the man felt he was somehow responsible for Nobuda’s outburst. With yet another sigh he turned around and greeted the middle aged man with a half grin.
The patrol guards carried the unconscious Yite Nobuda off with little no objections or questions. The cook who said his name was Mayo and Sen both filled them in on the details in quick form and they were on their way. It was doubtful that the kid would be executed although he did attempt to take the life of a fellow genin. It was more likely that after a mental evaluation he would be allowed back into the service of Iwa a genin or possibly put in prison or some other institute for those mentally unfit to continue the ninja way of life. Unfortunately anything other than putting him back into service would be a small loss for Iwa but a loss all the same.
Mayo poured ramen in a pot and let it boil while chopping up the meat and heating the pan he would eventually fry it in. He seemed a lot more at peace once his hands went to work doing something he found familiar. It was very possible that one day he himself would find that same solace in crafting, if not, being a cooking-nin was always an option.
Downing a glass of apple juice he’d been served with much appreciation he watched Mayo worked quietly. The man must have had something on his mind or on his heart because the silence became noticeably awkward. How did it happen? Did you say something to him that set it off or was he just as he seemed; a kid under a stress he couldn’t control.I suppose it was both in equal parts. He seemed distracted the moment he came in here and sat where you’re sitting now. Maybe I should have tried to ease his mind a little before pressuring him so hard. It’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to make the kid snap. I didn’t mean to snap myself he just seemed so able and it got the best of me that he didn’t seem to care at all about the problem I was telling him of. He went to take his food and pay me but he must have forgotten his money at home. I threatened to have him arrested. I lashed out at him and provoked him because he wouldn’t help me. I feel so damned foolish.
So he was already on edge. You had something you thought he could help you with and when you asked he didn’t seem too eager to help so you went off on him and in return he went off back. In all the heat of the moment you traded insults and when he didn’t have the money to pay you he left the upperhand in the argument and took you hostage as a bit of a final stand against the village. The sizzle of red meat hitting a metal pan drowned out the silence. It smelled good, too good really. It made him wonder how he’d never heard of this place or this man before now. Iwa wasn’t that big. It would be shame to have to lock up Mayo for contributing to what eventually became a hostile situation. Factually he bore some responsibility for what happened to both himself and Nobuda but it wasn’t illegal to argue with someone. What he asked Nobuda for help with however could have been.