Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.
Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.
Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.
The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.
Souji would lead them to the Wonderland Cafe, it wasnt that bad. After Akechi had seen the Seamstress he woujld have the directions along with Hissori to get there efficiently. Souji went ahead and took Kyoko with him so he could manage her while Hissori handled Akechi's clothing and such. Setting up the food and such Souji would expend a bit of his recent missions rewards to splurge on this night. Plus the bartender owed him a bit of a favor anyways. Side bidding. Illegal stuff. Souji was 'shady' but he kept it all under wraps. Either way, Souji's mind would be worked on the bands that would be playing through the night so just to be sure there were a few of Iwagakure's popular culture music to be played tonight. It was something that no one would know instantly... but Souji had a plan for the night.
Something interesting.
Something... unseen. Maybe something that would get catch the attention of many people in the area. Nothing evil though. Just something to spark intrigue. Either way... now it was just time to wait. He had the Buffet ready for Kyoko. And more foor set aside for Hissori and Akechi... this would just come down to execution.
The abandon mineshaft was not exactly the safest place to be. A lot of lowlifes can be found her and one so happens to have caught Kitsune. Some thug held by the arm and tries to get physical with the pink haired gypsy. Usually Kitsune is funny and easy going, but this was going to far. “I suggest you let me go, if you know what’s going for yah.<i></i>“ Kitsune was an expert in illusion and has the ability to cast genjutsu with the sound of a bell.
The man pins her to with her arms held behind her back. He whispers into her ear, “Well aren’t we a feisty one. I'm going to enjoy breaking you.” He takes his hand to reach down below, but stomps her foot. As the bells around her ankle chimes he sudden coughs up blood. He loosens his hold as he is caught off guard. “What the hell?” Kitsune takes her chance and pushes him away. She then gives herself some distance between her and the man. She puts up her fist as if ready to box, but the man responds by pulling out a knife. “I am going to cut you, you little bitch.” She punches the air towards him thus causing the bells on her wrist to ring. The man cries in agony as he feels his arm being crippled. The man didn’t know how she was doing this and frankly he did not care anymore. Deciding she was far too much trouble and runs. Kitsune then enters the café and orders a drink. She needed one after the event she just had.
So he saw this seamstress of Souji’s and decided to get a little dressed up. I mean, the little lady said “whatever you want is on the house because of Souji-kun,” so Akechi heard “go crazy.” I mean, was he supposed to hear anything else? Naturally, he got his normal attire repaired but he had her create something new. An all-white suit, equipped with extravagance and swagger, with a couple of pockets for money and kunai. A shinobi of his caliber should’ve been walking around with threads this handsome anyways. Life isn’t fair though, nor does it make sense majority of the time.
Anyways…
Back to the story at hand…
Akechi and his all white suit followed the directions that Souji had laid out for him. It led him into what looked like a mineshaft, one that had been burrowed into long ago, and now happily filled to the brim with what could be described as Iwagakure’s miscreants. The stares of jealously or otherwise seemed to burn fictitious holes in the man’s sports coat. Either they hadn’t seen a man with such clothing before or they were painfully upset because of it. Whatever the case, Akechi felt a bit more uncomfortable about walking around in such a dicey neighborhood. Not because he was afraid…
Well… at least not in the traditional sense…
No. He was afraid of what he’d do if someone did try to make a move. Yup, tonight would be interesting.
After an interesting walk down the mineshaft, the dark haired shinobi’s reddened hues laid eyes upon the young man’s destination. It was a bar called “The Wonderland Café,” a hole in the wall that promised a lifetime of wonders. Ok, that’s not what it said but that was a funny tagline. Cruising through the doors and tipping his hat at the hostess, he only uttered one phrase in a rather charismatic tone. ”I’m with Souji.” Of course, she responded to him but Akechi could only pay attention to her boobs and the hand gesture pointed in Souji’s direction. Again, tipping the white fedora in the voluptuous woman’s direction, Akechi walked over toward the table. However, this place wouldn’t be a hole in the wall without some commotion. In fact, that commotion spilled over right in front of him…
Seemed like a guy was crying outside of the bar and a young gypsy looking woman rushed past him to order a drink. ”Ah! You are the woman from the temple. I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I let you drink alone. Come with me. Some friends of mine are just over here,” Akechi commented, walking over toward the table without even looking once over his shoulder to see if the young woman was coming. If she were smart… she was walking right behind him…
Taking a seat, he poured himself a glass of moonshine. Yup… he lived with pirates for a bit so he developed a taste for it. He’d never tasted any of the Iwaian brew though…
”I hope ya don’t mind, Souji-san but my friend here was in a bit of trouble,” he commented, pointing over toward the “bell lady.” ”I imagine you have a plan for taking us somewhere so… graceful!”
Arriving at this shady tavern-ish place, dude I honestly didn't think much of it. I mean I have been to a lot of bars and I mean a lot, especially up town in the Inner Maruishi. Nice area, nice everything. But yeah, this place I have never seen in all my years living in this village. It housed some very suspicious characters but I guess I could be included in that bunch ha ha. Anywho, my escort made good on his promise of free food and such. A buffet table laid in front of me with all kinds of dishes. Dude like, I was about to go za freak in on some yakimono but then I saw the itamemono, like where the hell do I start. I turned to Souji and gave him the biggest hug I could give anyone. I was so happy, I didn't care that I gave him an extra long intimate kind of hug... that and he smelled nice. I wonder if he could tell that I was sniffing him???
"Yahooooo! This is like the best day ever! But where do I start??? Sweet or savory? A woman's eternal dilemma... You know Souji, about earlier... my bad... you know for being a prick. It's just, it's much easier to humiliate, degrade and just generally shit on someone than it is to admit that you love them. I guess what I'm trying to say is... this food looks delicious. Catch ya later sport."
Talking time was over and go the hell in on the buffet time has just begun. I stood with my hands together and head tilted for about five minutes or so in prayer. Ya know, to bless the food. I'd politely ask anyone who would attempt to interrupt me, to hold on a sec while I finish my prayer. Once I start prayer... I don't like to be interrupted.
For once Ii Hissori was quiet. He had follow the trio looking around. Even if Akechi was the one that was being led around, Hissori was still learning the area as well. He knew the basics of here to find everything, but it was still nice to get a guided tour of the village. Alas, the time came when Souji turned off and told him to get Akechi some cloths and where to meet them. So at that point it was the two foreigners exploring the village by themselves.
Still when he got the order to help get Akechi, Hissori knew where to take him. It was a simple place. A place where the clothes were cheap, but nice. They'd spend the next thirty minutes trying out cloths and buying outfits. It was obvious by what Akechi picked he was the one with the much better fashion sense. They'd then set off to the Wonderland Café.
It was a quick and brisk walk but soon they were at this bar. He offered a friendly smile to Souji and held the door open for Akechi to enter. When he entered, Hissori went to sit with Souji.
"Souji-san you don't have to pay for all of this." Hissori said to the friend as he patted his dogs head. There seemed to be a lot of people here that the teenager had never seen before, and of course that girl was back. Hed just have to ignore her until she earn his respect back.
Kitsune. He wasnt expecting this pleasant surprise, but the confrontation prior wasnt something that he was too keen that he would like her to have. He wasnt the first to get to her however, the very well dressed and overly versed Akechi seemed to waltz in. Something within Souji stifled laughter at the sight but the man did look quite handsome. And not in the bromancy type of way... Souji thought he was one for the ladies anyways. He was secure enough with himself to know that he was not his father. Souji knew about his father's... escapades. Either way, "Oi Akechi-san is with me... Drinks are on me. Yadda Yadda", nodding Souji would look at Kitsune as well bowing his head he'd smirk to Kyoko. She was fascinating. Someone that he was beginning to gain more and more interest in. Aside from her skin tone that was not often seen... but something else. Her... freeness. Etc.
"Kyoko. Dont apologize just eat. We are all here for the same reason... To fellowship.", but by the time he had finished Kyoko was already gone and Hirrosi had come through the door... but hadnt he come with Akechi? Maybe... He wasnt too sure but either way, Souji would make things alittle interesting with a chime in to the group, "You know~ this is a Kareoke night... So~ Dont eat too much... I already signed each of you up for a grand stage performance...", looking then to Kitsune whom he had not prepared for he would think on his feet surely so he would not be made out to be a liar. "Kintoko-san~ Make sure you remember to have Kitsune come up and the band play whatever she wishes to sing.", then giving a wink to the barkeep the guy would nod and mark something down then motion back to Souji by rubbing his thumb against his other fingers symbolizing more money to which Souji would simply nod. "I got it. Just make it happen.", turning back to the group... well minus Kyoko... Souji would finally lean against the counter, "So... How is everyone? Did you find everything okay?"
The waitress places a bottle in front of Kitsune and she immediately downs half of it. When Akechi enters calling out to Souji her ears instantly perks. Souji was here? She didn’t notice when she entered. When she looks over to where Souji was sitting, he was with another woman. She was giving him quite a long hug for reasons later explained. Kitsune can’t help but wonder if she could join in on the party, she would hate to intrude. Before she could even ask Souji answers it telling Kintoko to prepare for her arrival on stage. Being the entertainer that she is she plans a song to play; she had one that should be interesting to be at least. If not just because how she was going to play it. True she usually plays the bells but she is a woman of many talents. Considering the very source of her power is music, it is absolutely necessary for her to have some sort of instrument on her at all times. If her bells became destroyed she would need something else to play, so she learns to improvise.
“Bartender I need eight more bottles of this stuff and a pair of chop sticks.”<i></i> The Bartender looks at the gypsy with a curious look; she was pondering why a person would want so many bottles at one time. However she does as asked and gives Kitsune the desired drinks. The pink haired woman lines them up in a row and drinks various amounts from each bottle. She then takes the chopsticks and begins to play by beating on the bottles. She weaves a Drunken Stupor genjustu into her melody to create a happy environment.
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Yup. One thing was 100% certain. Akechi was overdressed. Then again, he looked like the most sophisticated person in a room full of homely looking people. Not that it was an insult to them or anything, but it was nice for Akechi to be able to let loose with his style. Living on the road was a lot more simple than elegant, and words like “homely” or “homeless” seemed to be synonymous with the lifestyle of a vagabond.
At least the “free spirit” that flew his way at the gates would be too preoccupied with her “buffet” to steal any more of his food. In fact, she seemed to ignore Akechi completely. I guess she was easy to impress, yet hard to impress at the same time. Simpletons were kind of like that. Very fickle beings, not that it was a bad thing. ”I guess you solved that problem, eh Souji?” Akechi giggled, reaching for the Mongolian-style beef that steamed near him, scraping a few pieces into a rice bowl with the chopsticks that had been provided for him. ”She definitely is a live one,” Akechi commented before picking up a piece of that savory beef, mixing it with some of the rice and tossing it into his mouth with the chopsticks.
Damn was it good…
Perhaps there was more to this place than meets the eye…
”Grand stage performance?!?! Like what?!” He questioned, his tone carrying a tinge of confusion along with excitement. He’d never really performed for anyone before. Not that he wasn’t musically inclined because he thought that he would be. Akechi had never tried, but it just seemed like something he’d be able to catch the hang off…
Perhaps he’d find out just how talented in music he really was…
”Ready to get drunk I am,” the man spoke, in between bites, eventually finding the rum placed on the table and pouring it into a glass filled with ice. ”If your plan is to have me jump on stage then I need some courage. A LOT of COURAGE!”
He barely finished the last part of his sentence before downing the tall “shot” of rum. Naturally, he’d fill it up again. He’s wait to drink it though. It was polite to toast after all.
The first thing he would do when he sat down was order food. It was a simple order of steak, bloody with onions, mushrooms, and a rice. For his dog, he would order the same thing. Now all he had to was get drinks.
Drinks?! Drinks?! This was certainly going to be awesome! Hissori very rarely openly drank in public, but when he did he was the one always picking up the tab. Having lived so long as a medic, and shinobi, Hissori’s had found a way to save money. On top of that, Hissori was a person who had been a traveler for so long, he had crafted ways to find places to stay that was cheap or free. In summary, the inuzaka had figured out a way to mooche off of people’s needs for medics.
“Thank you so much Souji-senpai.” Hissori said in a kind tone. With a hop and a jump he was heading towards the bar. It was with that, that Hissori heard the one word he dreaded most, Karaoke. Hissori was always the one in power, always the one who could get out of karaoke because he was the one paying for everything, but now he couldn’t. Showing a look of a scold puppy over at Souji, he licked his lips and went to the bar.
“May I have one Oyaji, One of your largest glasses of plum wine, and then a bowl of vodka, cream and pinapple juice mixed for my dog.” He said in a kind town as he winked at his bartender. Male or female, Hissori was always a flirt and always looking for action. It would be a moment for the bartender to fix the medical chiefs drinks so Hissori took a bar seat near the overly dressed Akechi.
“So, you grew up in the wind country?” He asked as he looked him over. “Where from? After my village was frozen, I travelled around a lot, and spend a good portion of three months there.” He said as he looked at him. He was hoping this trade of information would start an open discourse with this young man. He would wait a bit and nodded with a laugh. As he made his way over with all three of his drinks, the teenager placed a large bowl of the ground for his dog who had been staring intently at Souji the whole on the ground.
“There you go boy.” Hissori said as he rubbed the dog’s head as he watched the dog lap at his alcoholic beverage. He would continue to pat his head as he started to cut up his own food, ready to feast on his first course of food.
“Yes me too! I am a real bad singer. And if I have to get up on a stage, my dog is joining me too.” Hissori said as he took a large piece of meat and shoved it into his mouth. Of course, he was chewing with his mouth close, but he was eating like a wild man, like an inuzaka. The pair were certainly a show to watch to eat or drink.
After two of the party member admitting to their lack of ability to sing, she places a palm to her forehead. “Am the only one that does require a shot to sing in front of an audience?” Kitsune was a little unsure about this gathering. She hopes that the other two were better singers or this may be painful. At least she knows a genjutsu that can nullify her hearing, which she might use when these two come on stage. However while they are busy drinking, she gets up from her stool and walks to the stage. “As you two prepare yourself I guess I’ll go first. Yo drummer, give me a beat.” She then begins to sing a song that she believes fit the scene:
I was just about to begin destroying the food that laid before me when I noticed this overly dressed man across the room... He was Fwine!!! Where did he come from and why did he look so familiar??? Whatever, just like this food, I was not about to let him get away. The food wasn't going anywhere so it could wait. I made my way down toward the handsome fellow and observed him a bit drinking and eating his full. He started taking in extra after the announcement that everyone here would be doing karaoke... I of course thought nothing of it, singing in front of a group of strangers was like me completing a E rank mission... Eh! I snatched a bottle off from some stranger's hand and began filling up the cup that the well dressed man was drinking from. His cup was empty after all...
"Hey, how are you? My name is Jounin Kyoko, what's yours?"
After filling up his cup, I decided to swig from the bottle all cool like but realized my mistake when the strong taste burn a bit of my lungs. I ended up spitting the stuff out with the quickness. Luckily for everyone around, I aimed for the floor. Man, that stuff was horrible! Why didn't I read the bottle before I started drinking it? Omg, this dude probably thinks I'm a total twat now. I might have ruined my chances to shag... Maybe..
"Ack ack! Gross... sorry mate... ack..."
Suddenly some pink haired chaff got on stage and started rocking out. Thank god, this was the kind of distraction a girl needed to avoid total embarrassment.
Everyone seemed to be getting settled in nicely but things would be getting more and more exciting. Though Souji had to deal with some more personal matters, so after everyone went their own way to get drunkenly hazed. Souji would slip into the back for some private dealings, there was always money to be made and he had to make sure he could have a secondary plan in case he were to ever lose his job. Everything relied on the fact that he needed to keep somethings hidden from the noses of his bosses. Nothing overly wrong though, it was something that he just had to make sure of.
There were herbs that the Shaman used for some of their procedures that Souji found to be useful to shinobi. It would be illegal to have these things and openly use alot of them for and against Stone Shinobi... therefore he used them against most of the Arcadians and Maruishians. They were the ones he didnt truly care about. Then again, he needed to make sure he protected the ones that needed protecting. And in essence it was a viscous circle of the underground corporation known as Fantasy Inc. They were bringing a new way into the village... from new Medical thinking... to the uprising of many ANBU masked types. They were the ones that were at the very least attempting to make a silent uproar. Souji just got caught on the bad end of a deal that he long since wished to settle. Though, the leader was no where to be found... so he couldnt cut ties without having his family at risk.
Either way, Souji was now in the back... in a room guarded with bouncers trading off goods. He'd emerge in a bit... but for now the group would only have to suspect what was going on... if they were paying attention.
With her song now over it was time for the next contestant. She casually walks off the stage and towards the bar. She pats the inuzuka on the shoulder, “Tag you’re up.” She then leans against the bar and strikes it once with the palm of her hand. “Hey Cheshire!” A waitress appears out of seemingly thin air. With her maid outfit she wore striped stockings a cat tail and a pair of cat ears. The strange waitress also bore a rather large grin.
“You called for me Madam.”
“Yes I believe I left my guitar here the last time I played. Can you fetch it?” Kitsune wasn’t worried that it would be stolen for who would steal a stringless guitar? That and she is a somewhat regular entertainer here.
“Right away madam.” The feline maid disappears with her grin being the last thing to vanish. Kitsune could not help but find that just a little bit creepy.
”A large Uchihan stronghold. It was something like a reservation or a clan hideout. It was somewhere that we could be free from all of the injustice that this world threw into the laps of the Uchiha that had given their lives for these green pastures,” Akechi responded to Hissori, his redden eyes glancing over toward the man as he spoke to him, naturally taking a sip of alcohol in between sentences. It wasn’t the full truth but what Hissori didn’t know, wouldn’t get the man killed. After all, there were only so many people that could know the man’s secret before someone started looking for him, and if that were the case then some people would have to pay. It was simply actions and consequences. Wasn’t that the way of the world?
”You said your village was frozen? The entire thing? What happened?” Akechi questioned, slightly more intrigued by the prospect of a village being frozen solid. What intrigued him wasn’t so much that the village was destroyed, the method in which it was destroyed. Things don’t just get frozen naturally, especially not anything the size of an entire village. The fact that the entire area had been frozen over was somewhat of an unnatural abnormality, one that wouldn’t exist without some type of influence…
”I wonder…” The young Uchiha said to himself, turning back toward the rather boisterous woman that had forgotten his name again. At least she had the common courtesy to ask for it again, instead of calling him Barry. ”We met already. It’s Ake--” And then she spat alcohol all over the floor right next to him…
”chi…” Yup. Now he was a bit offended and even embarrassed. Not just that but Souji had suddenly disappeared amongst all of the commotion, A quick scan of the room found Souji moving toward the back, no doubt for a bit more of his seemingly habitual shady dealings. Seemed like Akechi had met quite the guy to accept work from…
Things would undoubtly get more interesting from here on…
[OOC: I’m back to full activity. Sorry for the wait guys!]
[OOC2: Edited for accuracy!]
With the song over and the all dogs go to heaven group up next, things were riding pretty smoothly. So my new man's name was Ake... hmm Ake... Ake? I'm not a math magician but wasn't Ake a girls name? Who'd name their son Ake unless there was something weird going on here. Like, how freaking miss leading was that? "Um?? Ake? Isn't Ake like a girls name? Wait a minute? Are you one of those freaky unfortunate souls that were born with two sets on genitalia? You know, like a chick with a dick? Aww man, and you were so cute too. I was about to ask if you wanted to get out of here and perhaps go watch the stares... ya know, real romantic shit... but um.. I not saying I discriminate or anything but... ya know... that's just not my thing sorry. But we can be friends!" Man, meeting people like this just reminds you just how lucky you are despite your worldly problems. I can take comfort that I'm not a chick with a ya know. Nothing against them or anything, it's just unfortunate is all. I pat my new friend on the head and pour him another drink after which I brave the strong flavored alcohol as it burns my throat. After learning this I had to take a drink, it was most appropriate ya know. Several drinks sips later I found myself no longer patting my new friend's head but now creasing it... no homo or anything but his/her hair was really soft for some reason... that's my excuse and yes I'm sticking to it. Where the hell was the all dogs go to heaven group at. I was really looking forward to their song performance.
[ooc: btw she didn't puke she just spat out the alcohol because it was too strong lol.]
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Hissori was eating, and listening to the entertainment. He was waiting for Akechi to pick his words about where he came from. Though they seemed to make sense in the mind of the former medical chief.
“That is certainly interesting, I wish I had found a place like that. I made my first major progress into the medical field with the Uchiha bloodline. I came up with a way to perform surgeries to implant eyes like yours into other Uchiha’s that did not have the same blood type. That was a long time ago, I was thirteen when I did that. In a different village too.” Hissori said lowly as he started to think of Kirigakure.
“If I knew what happened, I would have tried to stop it. My village. It just kept getting colder and colder, and then it seemed like all the wildlife either left or died, and then before you know it… we couldn’t live there anymore.” Hissori said in a very soft but blunt tone not making eye contact with the man.
Hissori felt the lady’s hands come down on his shoulder and he froze. This was going to be horrible. He did not know what he wanted to sing, or what he would have to sing. Finishing his fourth drink. Hissori stumbled a bit as he got up. He would wipe his youthful, yet wind worn face on his sleeve as he nodded a bit. It was finally time.
“Wish me luck. Come on Buru let’s get this over with.” He said as he started to walk up towards the stage. As he walked, he slipped past Souji. Hissori had picked up on him going to do something, and this something seemed shady. Naturally, the foreigner was put on edge, and made nervous. How many times had he been in taverns with pirates or shady people, and he had seen huge brawls break out? At least twice was the answer.
There was silence after this encounter for about five minutes as Hissori conferred with the person in charge about what song he could sing. Eventually, Hissori was nodding and smiling. It seemed the café had something he knew. He would take a rather large drink of ice water and whisper something that sounded like growls towards his dog before he ascended the stage.
His green eyes were blinded by the light that shown down on him as he tapped on the mic. Oh god. It is on. Hissori thought as in that moment he was overcome with stage fright. He had done surgeries in front of people. Made presentations that were worth thousands of yen when he worked in Kirigakure. He had even just made a speech to get the funding he needed for the new Hope Clinic! But this, this was scary. He adjusted his strawberry blonde hair, before he cleaned his throat and started to give an introduction.
“Um… Hello.” He said meekly before he continued.” My name is Ii Hissori and I will be performing a song I learned after fleeing my village when I was on the high seas.” He told them lowly as he looked around to see if people were paying attention to him. Again unfortunately they were. Taking a breath again Hissori attempted to put on a happy face that was helped with the fact he was currently a bit drunk.
“Well today, myself and my dog will be singing for you a little shanty called “Junji, We Hardly Knew Ya!” About a pirate who was taken by the seas at a very early age. I hope you enjoy.” He said lowly as he nodded for the music to finally start.
Silence would then again fill the stage and café. Slowly over this silence the cords of a guitar could be heard, carefully and quietly strumming away. It was a sweet tone that made it seem like this song would be a kind and soft ballad. Maybe a song to quietly lament the death of this “Junji.” How wrong they were. However as the strumming disappeared, on the same guitar the chords started to be picked at instead of being strummed. This was went Hissori finally opened his mouth and sang.
“While on the raod to sweet Aithy, Hurroo, Hurroo
While on the road to sweet Aithy, Hurroo, Hurroo
While on the road to sweet Aithy
A stick in the hand, a drop in the eye
A doleful damsel I did cry,
Junji we hardly knew ya!”
Hissori’s sang. Even with the slow and meaningful sound of the lyric, Hissori voice was not at his best. It seemed shaky, and slightly rushed. He seemed off, maybe it was a fact the eighteen year old was off beat by tenth of a beat. His voice was shaky too, it was amateur. However, after his final word, the song seemed to die down. Was that the end? Nope.
In a ruckus the whole band seemed too picked up. Everything was there, a lead guitar, a bass, loud drums. Everything. It was this moment that the tone of the song was going to be revealed. The ruckus beat, and rather shanty tone, made it seem like this song was more of a happy recall back to the memories of a fallen sailor. As Hissori opened his mouth and began to sand again.
“Where are the eyes that look so mild, hurroo, hurroo.
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
When my poor heart you first bequiled
Why did yah run from me and the child
Junji, I hardly knew Ya!”
As the seconds flew by something different and maybe strange began to happen. With the end of each line, another voice joined Hissori progressively steady voice. This voice was that of Buru. With each Hurroo, Hurroo, Buru howled, and it almost sounded like he was actually saying the words in the song. His howls sounded like the word that Hissori was singing.
For Hissori himself, the tone and tenor of the song seemed to be doing him a favor. His voice sounded stronger and more confident with the strong beats under him. Not only did he sound like he knew what he was singing, but it seemed like he could even sound good when he sang. As the chorus would start, Hissori would open his mouth and sing again.
“With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords, and swords and swords, and drums
The enemy nearly slew ya!
Junji I hardly knew ya!
The chorus was a quick one, and one that Hissori knew well. While he was at sea, Hissori knew this chorus all to well. On the ship he traveled on the song was often sung by the seamen. Even Hissori and Buru would get in on the act singing it just like he was now. In between the roll of the drums, HIssori took a deep breath to ready himself for singing.
“Where are your legs with which you run, Hurroo, Hurroo
Where are your legs which with you run, Hurro, Hurro
Where are your legs with which you run
When you went to carry a sword
Indeed your dancing days are done!
Oh Junji, I hardly knew ya
Now in full swing, Hissori head was right above the microphone. Breathing into it as he leaned onto it for support singing his doggish heart out. Even Buru was swaying back and forth as he howled along to the lyrics that he knew how to say. His tail was thumping onto the stage with the beat, as he moved back and forth his muzzle pointed towards the ceiling. However, there was no break for Hissori to notice this as he idmediately went to sing the chorus.
“With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords, and swords and swords, and drums
The enemy nearly slew ya!
Junji I hardly knew ya!
Now as the chorus finished he would take a breath. Sweat was starting to form on his brow as he tried to keep up physically with the tempo and energy of the song. It wasn’t that he was getting tired, no. It was the fact that with the alcohol in him, and with the hot stage life beaming down over him, Hissori was starting to sweat. For a brief moment, Hissori looked up from the mic. His emerald green eyes looked out on the crowd between some of his strawberry blonde locks. There was a break now for Hissori to actually look out at them as he was able to catch his breath. But for the boy it seemed to end way too quickly. Quickly, Hissori broke eye contract with whoever he was looking at and went back to singing.
“Ya haven’t an arm, ya haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ya haven’t an arm, ya haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ya haven’t an arm, ya haven’t a leg
Ye’re an eyeless, boneless, chichenless egg
Ye’ll have to be put with a bowl to beg
Junji, we hardly knew Ya!”
Hissori sung now with fervor as the song started to talk about this Junji character was multiated. Even if he did live, the lyrics seemed like this Junji would no longer have a good life, as he would be forced to beg. Maybe this would signal the end of the song, or at least the climax of the song, but instead the chorus came swinging back in again.
“With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords, and swords and swords, and drums
The enemy nearly slew ya!
Junji I hardly knew ya!
It was at this point, the loud drumming stopped and all the ruckus went away. Again, solemnness overtook the karaoke stage, and Hissori himself looked a bit let down and sad. Maybe he was thinking about all the shinobi he treated who were like this Junji. Maybe he was thinking of his village, that had been destroyed. Maybe he was thinking of a lot of things right now to give the young face a look of such resign. Opening the mouth, he finished the song.
“I’m happy for to see ya home, hurroo, hurro
I’m happy for to see ya home, hurroo, hurroo
Im happy for to see ya home
From the isles of Kirigakure
Junji, we hardly knew yah!”
With that last reference to his fallen village, the music paused a bit before it exploded in the happy wild tone any sea shanty should end.
“With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords and swords and drums, hurro, hurro
With your drums and swords, and swords and swords, and drums
The enemy nearly slew ya!
Junji I hardly knew ya!
As the last tones of the ‘ya’ ended, the song came to an end. It was at that moment that both Buru and Hissori stood there looking out. Nervous, wondering if he did good? At least, Hissori had not been through out of the bar yet, and even if this song took forever to come out Hissori was happy with himself.
“Um… have a good night.” The young man with the island accent said as he slowly made his way back to his seat. Hopefully someone told him good job, or something.
MTF: 1953 words
Sorry this took so long. It was a literal headache to write.
If you want an encore....
As the Inuzuka sang tapped into his dreams and in one’s dream is there ambitions. The dreams of men are a strong force and by syphoning a small piece she could do marvelous things. She takes a deep breath as if inhaling the energy she took from him. As she lets out the breath out a figure appears before her out of thin air. The entity before her stood on all fours and had a coat of orange fur with a white paint brush tip on its tail. A black crescent moon decorated its forehead. The thing was no older than a pup and was perfectly cute. Unable to resist the cuteness, she scoops the creature up and hugs it tenderly. The critter gives a small yip and Kitsune nozzles its nose. “Hello to you to.” It took her a moment to realize that she understood what the little animal says. She wonders if Inuzuka’s understood all Canids or just the one they walk around with. It’s really too bad this little fella would only be temporary for she would have loved to keep it as a pet. Maybe she should hang around Inuzuka’s more often.
[ooc: Mystical Replication FTW. And I'm only copying, Kitsune is not the type to seal one's abilities.]
'There aint no rest for the wicked... Money dont grow on trees. There were bills to Pay, there were mouths to feed. And aint nothing in this world for free...', Souji would walk out from the back smiling as he had the details he needed for another mission he would be setting out... there was alot of information to get from Fantasy Inc. And Slowly Souji would work his way to the top bit by bit working with the grunts and slum lords in the ghettos. It would lead him to watch them all from a far... applauding for all but Hissori. He didnt much like those sea dwelling songs... Souji wasnt the type that liked to really be around vast amounts of water without land anyways. So he couldnt get down with that... boogie. Souji would not come back into the groups order, but he'd sit back and watch from afar looking to the Bartender and calling the man to his side, "Make sure everyone is taken care of tonight... Also...", he'd slip a note to the man with Kitsune's name on it. "Give this to the Pink hair'ed Gypsy I came in behind alright?" and with a smirk Souji woudl nod to the man before sliding him a bag of coin and walking to the door, then turning back to thee group. The note described something about helping to train a student in the arts of Audial Genjutsu... Souji had not a mind as to HOW genjutsu worked through sound waves, but Kitsune surely did. She'd be a great help to this.
"I'll see you guys... I have to get back to my post... but, enjoy yourselves... You'll be able to contact me if need be.", nodding he'd turn back to the door, and out, only stopping if someone physically stopped him from leaving...
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