The crate life was neither fun or comfortable. Incapacitated and unable to move, Tatsuo would find himself face first in poor Kikei's less than ample chest and unable to escape his flesh pillow hell. Their kidnappers, it seemed, had no care for their situation in the box so far as they stayed within it so no one thought to arrange them in a kindly manner. Or maybe that was the kindness in the robe figure's minds. There were no air holes in their box prison either, leaving them to share the same stale, pine tar air as it was loaded roughly onto a cart and wheeled over nearly fifty meters of bumpy cobblestone and rough planked decks to the ship.
Try as either of them might, the chains surrounding them were top quality and created with the sole purpose of negating their powers. S-rank criminals from the dark, dank under prison were put in restraints like these to keep them weak as newborn kittens. Combined with the paralysing drugs that kept them mostly unable to wriggle, well, it didn't look good.
It would begin to grow warm in the box and a little hard to breathe by the time it was loaded aboard the ship. It was impossible not to feel the transition, as they began to sway with the ocean after one particularly rough bump that landed the poor boy in Kikei's armpit. There was a long minute where both of them could wonder if they would ever be given fresh air or if the plan was to let them suffocate in the box. By this point, even if they were speaking it was better not to in order to conserve oxygen.
"We got you two shinobi, boss! Those idiots up the mountain sent TWO kids, can you believe it? Ones even got Sharingan! I heard they go for hundreds in the south!" The giddy voice of their first female captor came through the box. Light poured in as the lid was shoved back suddenly, spilling yellow electric light over the two kids and bringing with it sea salt air. 'We did good, right boss?"
There was a low grunt of amusement from the 'boss' that their hooded assailants were speaking to, though he never came into view. The lid was replaced though left loose enough to continue their airflow.
"You did real good," agreed a deep, rumbling voice so common amongst sailors, "But the lass hit her headset. We'll have t' leave port now, before the cavalry arrives. Git your siblings on it. I'll have someone watch them two." With a quick, "yes boss" one set of footprints retreated, and another started a slow lumber away. "Get comfy, darlin's. Yur gunna be in thare awhile." The man cackled, and the light went out again; leaving them to their own devices.
Try as either of them might, the chains surrounding them were top quality and created with the sole purpose of negating their powers. S-rank criminals from the dark, dank under prison were put in restraints like these to keep them weak as newborn kittens. Combined with the paralysing drugs that kept them mostly unable to wriggle, well, it didn't look good.
It would begin to grow warm in the box and a little hard to breathe by the time it was loaded aboard the ship. It was impossible not to feel the transition, as they began to sway with the ocean after one particularly rough bump that landed the poor boy in Kikei's armpit. There was a long minute where both of them could wonder if they would ever be given fresh air or if the plan was to let them suffocate in the box. By this point, even if they were speaking it was better not to in order to conserve oxygen.
"We got you two shinobi, boss! Those idiots up the mountain sent TWO kids, can you believe it? Ones even got Sharingan! I heard they go for hundreds in the south!" The giddy voice of their first female captor came through the box. Light poured in as the lid was shoved back suddenly, spilling yellow electric light over the two kids and bringing with it sea salt air. 'We did good, right boss?"
There was a low grunt of amusement from the 'boss' that their hooded assailants were speaking to, though he never came into view. The lid was replaced though left loose enough to continue their airflow.
"You did real good," agreed a deep, rumbling voice so common amongst sailors, "But the lass hit her headset. We'll have t' leave port now, before the cavalry arrives. Git your siblings on it. I'll have someone watch them two." With a quick, "yes boss" one set of footprints retreated, and another started a slow lumber away. "Get comfy, darlin's. Yur gunna be in thare awhile." The man cackled, and the light went out again; leaving them to their own devices.