Yoruko found himself in front of the Spire once more. He had signed up for a high-ranked mission by his own whim this time, however it was taking a bit of time to finish the little details. So he decided to take a quick mission for the day, since he wouldn't have much to do. He had already informed Sadako of his out of country mission at this point, so he had to kill some more time until he actually left. He had hoped it would be time to go however, he had flubbed that up fairly well. A slight bit of irritation showed on his face as he opened the door in a silent manner, undetected by the mission proctor. However, it was not hard to be proficient at stealth when your target was not only asleep, but also had a snot bubble forming out from his nose. A disgusted look formed on Yoruko's face as he stepped up to the desk and kicked it. With a resounding THUD the proctor snapped out of his daze. He handed a random scroll over to the Genin and the boy did not even bother walking out of the door before checking the rank requirement. He frowned...
'How is it I manage to get all the high ranked missions...?' Yoruko grumbled to himself before taking off.
So Yoruko found himself outside of an abandoned warehouse, sitting atop a rusted beam he sighed. He grabbed his hood and jumped down into a nearby alley. His job was absurd for a Genin to accomplish. However, he was far beyond the average Genin. With his eyes forming into the Mangekyo he would walk over to the two, both armed with swords. He had his own leather knuckles with metal studs on his person too, but he doubted he would need them if he played his cards right. He tossed a stone at the side of the building, to distract one of the guards and it seemed to work rather well. One guard left and Yoruko took his chance to walk up to the guard who had been distracted, and stared him in the eyes. The man began to freak out at first but soon found himself unconscious. When he would awake, he would have no memory of this boy, only of a snake slithering away. Yoruko pulled out a kunai and threw it at the wall next to the other guard's head, who glanced at it for but a moment. When he turned to see where it came from he saw a hooded figure with violet eyes staring him down. It was not difficult for Yoruko to repeat the performance, but he had to drag him away from the door lest anyone returned. He would soon make his way in, sticking to the shadows.
An occasional knocking on the wall here and there would allow for him to slip through the building undetected. The windows and makeup of the building were terrible. What kind of gang lord made his lair in the midst of an abandoned warehouse? In all honesty Yoruko found the man's taste to be lacking, as he stepped into the room with the man who seemed to not notice him. Or at least that was what he thought. "What? Did Taruko screw up and let one of my clients in?!" The man stood up and twisted to see a boy of thirteen years standing in his "office". A blank stare accompanied the man's face as he seemed in disbelief. "How did a runt like you get into this place?! Much less without alerting any of my men?! Oh wait... Is that...?!" The shinobi's face paled visibly as he witnessed what those eyes were that he was staring into. Cold eyes, devoid of any and all emotion. He held the mask together for the most part, though he did allow a smirk to crack open.
"Make this fun for me... Don't make this too boring.." Yoruko spoke, and the man hastily called for his guards. Yoruko felt a soft grin rise to his face as the guards began to attack him. He dodged all of their strikes, a slash at his face was met with one of his gauntlets, while he jumped up to dodge a kick. He used the momentum from his jump to kick the owner of the sword in the head, and landed on another foot. The blade had somehow reappeared in the proper grip of Yoruko's two hands as the man he was ordered to force into a suicide stood there in shock. Yoruko dodged another strike and slashed at the man's throat, twisting around to face the third man with his Mangekyō Sharingan as the man became immersed in jet black flames which devoured him whole.
Yoruko walked towards the man who began to flee for his life, casting an earth barrier jutsu along the way to prevent the younger man from giving chase easily. He twisted around and saw that the man was covered in blood, licking his lips in just such a way to be freakish. The man flashed through more handsigns which Yoruko was able to replicate with perfect timing and counter. The result was two mud clones were formed. Yoruko seemed disappointed. He shrugged his shoulders and forced his mud clone to attack the other, knowing which was which. The man soon found a blade within his stomach, one which he did not see the young man thrust inside of his stomach. Instead what he saw... Was his own hand. The boy's arm was in such a position to suggest that he had tossed the blade to the man. Which meant...
[Outside Tsukiyomi]
Yoruko smiled as the man had attempted to call the guards to no avail. Yoruko's eyes stared into the man's once he came out of Tsukiyomi, before he had any time to react he was once again under the influence of the Uchiha. He felt his hand raise with his own wakizashi coming up to his chest. He made one last pleading look at the redhead who only let loose a slight smirk. The sound of a sword piercing skin was deafening to the boy, who did not enjoy this kill despite the smile on his face. He rather hated that he had to force the man to commit suicide, it would have been so much fun to make his Tsukiyomi a reality. A soft shrug would follow as he exited silently out of the building, and made his way back to report that his mission was complete.
The idiot who had given him the scroll was the same as the last time, and whose gaze only held a slight lesser degree of shock than the last time. He took his money and left, desiring a nap.
[Mission Complete| WC: 1136]
'How is it I manage to get all the high ranked missions...?' Yoruko grumbled to himself before taking off.
So Yoruko found himself outside of an abandoned warehouse, sitting atop a rusted beam he sighed. He grabbed his hood and jumped down into a nearby alley. His job was absurd for a Genin to accomplish. However, he was far beyond the average Genin. With his eyes forming into the Mangekyo he would walk over to the two, both armed with swords. He had his own leather knuckles with metal studs on his person too, but he doubted he would need them if he played his cards right. He tossed a stone at the side of the building, to distract one of the guards and it seemed to work rather well. One guard left and Yoruko took his chance to walk up to the guard who had been distracted, and stared him in the eyes. The man began to freak out at first but soon found himself unconscious. When he would awake, he would have no memory of this boy, only of a snake slithering away. Yoruko pulled out a kunai and threw it at the wall next to the other guard's head, who glanced at it for but a moment. When he turned to see where it came from he saw a hooded figure with violet eyes staring him down. It was not difficult for Yoruko to repeat the performance, but he had to drag him away from the door lest anyone returned. He would soon make his way in, sticking to the shadows.
An occasional knocking on the wall here and there would allow for him to slip through the building undetected. The windows and makeup of the building were terrible. What kind of gang lord made his lair in the midst of an abandoned warehouse? In all honesty Yoruko found the man's taste to be lacking, as he stepped into the room with the man who seemed to not notice him. Or at least that was what he thought. "What? Did Taruko screw up and let one of my clients in?!" The man stood up and twisted to see a boy of thirteen years standing in his "office". A blank stare accompanied the man's face as he seemed in disbelief. "How did a runt like you get into this place?! Much less without alerting any of my men?! Oh wait... Is that...?!" The shinobi's face paled visibly as he witnessed what those eyes were that he was staring into. Cold eyes, devoid of any and all emotion. He held the mask together for the most part, though he did allow a smirk to crack open.
"Make this fun for me... Don't make this too boring.." Yoruko spoke, and the man hastily called for his guards. Yoruko felt a soft grin rise to his face as the guards began to attack him. He dodged all of their strikes, a slash at his face was met with one of his gauntlets, while he jumped up to dodge a kick. He used the momentum from his jump to kick the owner of the sword in the head, and landed on another foot. The blade had somehow reappeared in the proper grip of Yoruko's two hands as the man he was ordered to force into a suicide stood there in shock. Yoruko dodged another strike and slashed at the man's throat, twisting around to face the third man with his Mangekyō Sharingan as the man became immersed in jet black flames which devoured him whole.
Yoruko walked towards the man who began to flee for his life, casting an earth barrier jutsu along the way to prevent the younger man from giving chase easily. He twisted around and saw that the man was covered in blood, licking his lips in just such a way to be freakish. The man flashed through more handsigns which Yoruko was able to replicate with perfect timing and counter. The result was two mud clones were formed. Yoruko seemed disappointed. He shrugged his shoulders and forced his mud clone to attack the other, knowing which was which. The man soon found a blade within his stomach, one which he did not see the young man thrust inside of his stomach. Instead what he saw... Was his own hand. The boy's arm was in such a position to suggest that he had tossed the blade to the man. Which meant...
[Outside Tsukiyomi]
Yoruko smiled as the man had attempted to call the guards to no avail. Yoruko's eyes stared into the man's once he came out of Tsukiyomi, before he had any time to react he was once again under the influence of the Uchiha. He felt his hand raise with his own wakizashi coming up to his chest. He made one last pleading look at the redhead who only let loose a slight smirk. The sound of a sword piercing skin was deafening to the boy, who did not enjoy this kill despite the smile on his face. He rather hated that he had to force the man to commit suicide, it would have been so much fun to make his Tsukiyomi a reality. A soft shrug would follow as he exited silently out of the building, and made his way back to report that his mission was complete.
The idiot who had given him the scroll was the same as the last time, and whose gaze only held a slight lesser degree of shock than the last time. He took his money and left, desiring a nap.
[Mission Complete| WC: 1136]