What a bore.
A red-haired boy lay atop a rusty orange tiled roof, propped down as though there were nothing to do. His violet sharingan twirled around lazily, glancing at the occasional cloud. He was so bored, he had run off from his parents, and was chilling out on the roof. His sigh came in a soft manner as he stood to his feet, and dusted off his clothes. He jumped down and ignored the frightened looks of the people next to him- civilians by the look of it. His eyes saw everything as he moved past everyone. His hair covered one of his eyes but that did not stop his eyes from seeing the chakra in every individual, no matter how insignificant. He ducked past an idiot about to drop the load of boxes he was carrying and did not bother to help him pick them up, he didn't care about one measly villager. As it stood he was past due for his first mission, which he was somewhat excited for. The boy stepped into the embassy, and waited in line. The redhead graced the room with his slight scowl as he crossed his arms. After what felt like an eternity the boy heard the mission proctor call out for the next person, though... He seemed rather tired.
"Mm... Here y'go..." The proctor stated, handing the boy a scroll without even looking. He leveled a glare at the man but was shooed away as though he weren't worth the time. A slight grunt of annoyance left the boy's lips as he turned and walked out without a word. A few terse moments of silence passed before he found himself upon another roof, and popped open the scroll.
A slight chuckle dripped from his lips as he realized that the proctor had made a rather terrible mistake. He could not believe that such a fool was allowed to retain the position of mission proctor, were he to drop these missions on Genin fresh out of the Academy such as himself. But... He felt an urge to fulfill the task given to him, by mistake or not. The boy jumped down and smirked. 'I have to find a moron selling drugs, what a bore... I wonder if I can actually kill him though.' He thought to himself, his violet eyes flashing with a wicked glint as he made his way downtown. He wore the hood of his coat over his face for now, so as not attract attention with his eyes. The boy's red hair was fine, there were plenty of people with odd colors of hair, so he did not mind the few strands of hair which leaked from his hood.
He felt someone cop a feel on his ass and within a heartbeat he twisted around and grabbed the man's arm and sent him flying over his own form, slamming him against the ground. "Hands off, freak." He stated in a frosty tone before walking off quickly like nothing had happened. The boy's cheeks were red in a flushed form of embarrassment. It was easy to rile him up, and though he knew he wasn't exactly muscular like other genin his age, it didn't mean he was a woman... What did that say about women themselves though? He put the thought aside for the time being. He would fight for the feminists later, he had a drug dealer to put out of business. He walked towards a nearby shady looking character and tapped him on the shoulder. The person glanced over at him and grabbed the young man by the scruff of his neck, and found himself staring into two violet shades of very pissed looking Sharingan. "If you have any sense of self-preservation, you will let go of me and you will take me to the Drug Dealer." Yoruko demanded and felt the man's chakra change as he forced the suggestion into his brain. The man nodded, a stupid look taking over as he gestured for the boy to follow.
After twenty minutes Yoruko glanced at the man and noticed his chakra signature was still present within the man's chakra system, meaning that they had still not found the man, and just as he was about to force a far more violent suggestion into the man's mind they stopped. He glanced over to the man before him, and lo and behold it seemed like just another villager. At least, until you took into account the fact the man was handing a pill container off to someone. A blur of movement followed as a kunai landed with a very loud 'thud' against the nearby wall, and the man next to him realized where he was and ran off. The drug dealer stared in the direction of the boy and whipped out a knife, by the looks of it, it was a combat knife. The man charged at Yoruko who weaved to the side, seeing the attack from a mile away. With his fist cocked back the young Murasaki slammed it intot he man's stomach only to connect with a log, and he heard the sound of wood crackling against the floor. 'I let my guard down, he's a shinobi-' His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a step behind him and it was only due to his agility that he was able to block the knife with the back of his hand, and his eyes shifted into that of his Eternal Mangekyō.
The shinobi's eyes widened in fear as black flames soon covered the man's body, loud screams echoing across the alleyway. However, the reality was that he was actually locked within the most terrifying genjutsu that was ever seen. An evil smirk appeared on Yoruko's face. He was enjoying this a tad bit much.. The boy kicked the man down within reality and brutalized him, while the man was still trapped within Tsukiyomi, screaming and begging for mercy from the hellish black flames of Amaterasu, bloody tears streamed down from Yoruko's face. He sat atop of the man's chest and continued to pound on the man's chest, before taking the kunai in his pouch and cut off his head, letting the body drip for a few moments. "Hahaha... I guess... I overdid it just a bit..." Yoruko thought to himself. the Blood dripped from his gloves, but his primary concern... He couldn't get caught with a corpse here, he was just a Genin at the moment.. Though that should change rather shortly if he kept accidentally getting missions like this...
The boy felt a chuckle rise to his throat, and loosed it as black flames began to consume the man's body, the head placed nicely in a seal and tucked away. The blood would burn too, every trace of the man's corpse would vanish with the black flames. He twisted around and walked away, ignoring the look that others would give him as his gauntlets continued to drip scarlet liquid from his finger tips. Once he arrived, the man's Mangekyō long since having been de-activated. Thought he traces of blood were obvious on his face, he dropped the scroll containing the head, along with the scroll holding the mission he had been given on top of the desk, of the very same proctor he had received the mission from.
"... Wait... You're just a Genin aren't you?! How did you manage to complete the mission?!" The proctor stated as he seemed to awaken after realizing his mistake. "You... You completed this mission?! Really?! You don't even look injured!" The man continued to gawk as Yoruko stared at him with a bored look on his face.
"You would be wise... not to underestimate me." Yoruko stated before taking his money for completing the mission and leaving. His eyes ached from using the techniques.. He'd have to train more so that this wasn't the case...
[Mission complete. MFT; WC: 1316]
A red-haired boy lay atop a rusty orange tiled roof, propped down as though there were nothing to do. His violet sharingan twirled around lazily, glancing at the occasional cloud. He was so bored, he had run off from his parents, and was chilling out on the roof. His sigh came in a soft manner as he stood to his feet, and dusted off his clothes. He jumped down and ignored the frightened looks of the people next to him- civilians by the look of it. His eyes saw everything as he moved past everyone. His hair covered one of his eyes but that did not stop his eyes from seeing the chakra in every individual, no matter how insignificant. He ducked past an idiot about to drop the load of boxes he was carrying and did not bother to help him pick them up, he didn't care about one measly villager. As it stood he was past due for his first mission, which he was somewhat excited for. The boy stepped into the embassy, and waited in line. The redhead graced the room with his slight scowl as he crossed his arms. After what felt like an eternity the boy heard the mission proctor call out for the next person, though... He seemed rather tired.
"Mm... Here y'go..." The proctor stated, handing the boy a scroll without even looking. He leveled a glare at the man but was shooed away as though he weren't worth the time. A slight grunt of annoyance left the boy's lips as he turned and walked out without a word. A few terse moments of silence passed before he found himself upon another roof, and popped open the scroll.
A slight chuckle dripped from his lips as he realized that the proctor had made a rather terrible mistake. He could not believe that such a fool was allowed to retain the position of mission proctor, were he to drop these missions on Genin fresh out of the Academy such as himself. But... He felt an urge to fulfill the task given to him, by mistake or not. The boy jumped down and smirked. 'I have to find a moron selling drugs, what a bore... I wonder if I can actually kill him though.' He thought to himself, his violet eyes flashing with a wicked glint as he made his way downtown. He wore the hood of his coat over his face for now, so as not attract attention with his eyes. The boy's red hair was fine, there were plenty of people with odd colors of hair, so he did not mind the few strands of hair which leaked from his hood.
He felt someone cop a feel on his ass and within a heartbeat he twisted around and grabbed the man's arm and sent him flying over his own form, slamming him against the ground. "Hands off, freak." He stated in a frosty tone before walking off quickly like nothing had happened. The boy's cheeks were red in a flushed form of embarrassment. It was easy to rile him up, and though he knew he wasn't exactly muscular like other genin his age, it didn't mean he was a woman... What did that say about women themselves though? He put the thought aside for the time being. He would fight for the feminists later, he had a drug dealer to put out of business. He walked towards a nearby shady looking character and tapped him on the shoulder. The person glanced over at him and grabbed the young man by the scruff of his neck, and found himself staring into two violet shades of very pissed looking Sharingan. "If you have any sense of self-preservation, you will let go of me and you will take me to the Drug Dealer." Yoruko demanded and felt the man's chakra change as he forced the suggestion into his brain. The man nodded, a stupid look taking over as he gestured for the boy to follow.
After twenty minutes Yoruko glanced at the man and noticed his chakra signature was still present within the man's chakra system, meaning that they had still not found the man, and just as he was about to force a far more violent suggestion into the man's mind they stopped. He glanced over to the man before him, and lo and behold it seemed like just another villager. At least, until you took into account the fact the man was handing a pill container off to someone. A blur of movement followed as a kunai landed with a very loud 'thud' against the nearby wall, and the man next to him realized where he was and ran off. The drug dealer stared in the direction of the boy and whipped out a knife, by the looks of it, it was a combat knife. The man charged at Yoruko who weaved to the side, seeing the attack from a mile away. With his fist cocked back the young Murasaki slammed it intot he man's stomach only to connect with a log, and he heard the sound of wood crackling against the floor. 'I let my guard down, he's a shinobi-' His thoughts were cut off by the sound of a step behind him and it was only due to his agility that he was able to block the knife with the back of his hand, and his eyes shifted into that of his Eternal Mangekyō.
The shinobi's eyes widened in fear as black flames soon covered the man's body, loud screams echoing across the alleyway. However, the reality was that he was actually locked within the most terrifying genjutsu that was ever seen. An evil smirk appeared on Yoruko's face. He was enjoying this a tad bit much.. The boy kicked the man down within reality and brutalized him, while the man was still trapped within Tsukiyomi, screaming and begging for mercy from the hellish black flames of Amaterasu, bloody tears streamed down from Yoruko's face. He sat atop of the man's chest and continued to pound on the man's chest, before taking the kunai in his pouch and cut off his head, letting the body drip for a few moments. "Hahaha... I guess... I overdid it just a bit..." Yoruko thought to himself. the Blood dripped from his gloves, but his primary concern... He couldn't get caught with a corpse here, he was just a Genin at the moment.. Though that should change rather shortly if he kept accidentally getting missions like this...
The boy felt a chuckle rise to his throat, and loosed it as black flames began to consume the man's body, the head placed nicely in a seal and tucked away. The blood would burn too, every trace of the man's corpse would vanish with the black flames. He twisted around and walked away, ignoring the look that others would give him as his gauntlets continued to drip scarlet liquid from his finger tips. Once he arrived, the man's Mangekyō long since having been de-activated. Thought he traces of blood were obvious on his face, he dropped the scroll containing the head, along with the scroll holding the mission he had been given on top of the desk, of the very same proctor he had received the mission from.
"... Wait... You're just a Genin aren't you?! How did you manage to complete the mission?!" The proctor stated as he seemed to awaken after realizing his mistake. "You... You completed this mission?! Really?! You don't even look injured!" The man continued to gawk as Yoruko stared at him with a bored look on his face.
"You would be wise... not to underestimate me." Yoruko stated before taking his money for completing the mission and leaving. His eyes ached from using the techniques.. He'd have to train more so that this wasn't the case...
[Mission complete. MFT; WC: 1316]