Ryuu is Missing [Solo Mission]

[Chiyo]

Spoiler

Name: Takenaka Ryuu
Village Affiliation: Sand
Current Status: Unknown

Threat Level: E
Known Aliases: None

Description:

15 years of age. He was about 5 foot 2 and 130 lbs the last time he was seen. He had a medium build and
had a good appetite according to his parents so it is assumed that he has maintained a medium build if he is
still alive. Lightly tanned skin and dark eyes with medium red ear-length hair. Due to his unassuming appearance
it is possible that he is in Sunagakure and unnoticed.

Type of Fighter:

He has been trained in basic shinobi fighting styles while a student in Sunagakure. He was adopted and his
lineage is unknown for certain but his adoptive parents feel that he was showing the signs of doujutsu
development so he might be a member of a clan that uses eye techniques. As a student he appeared to have
an affinity for fire ninjutsu techniques but as time has passed his skills might develop further. He was trained
in staff use as well, but his weapon was left behind when he disappeared so his proficiency is unknown at this time.

Last Seen: 3 years ago. Age 12; he would be 15 now.
Charges:
Possible murder or witness to 3 murders; considered to be a missing person.

Description of Charges:

He disappeared as an academy student three years ago so he was 12 the last time he was seen. He was the adoptive
son of a rather wealthy family with political ties to several adjacent Wind villages. At the time of his disappearance
there was also three other student bodies recovered. Although the deaths of his peers may be a coincidence, the
perpetrator has not been found. While it is possible that Ryuu was killed and his remains have not been uncovered it
is also possible that he was kidnapped or that he was the perpetrator. Until his body has been found or he has been
brought in for questioning and deemed innocent, he is considered to be a person of interest.​

Still quite frustrated with the missions she had been assigned the past few weeks, the small shinobi decided to take things into her own hands and went to look at the Bingo Book for Suna, hoping for a little more action in her day-to day life rather than the predictable cycle it had become. The red-head stood flipping through the pages, hardly looking at the photographs or descriptions, just the targets' threat levels. It was pointless to get her hopes up for an exciting mission that she could never hope to do at her age. So she flipped through, looking for the little letter 'E' that told her she could handle the target.

Finally, about halfway through the book she came across her target. A boy, not much older than her, with shaggy red hair. Reading through his description the familiar little grin crossed her pink lips. There was so much to this boy that could have changed in the three years since he had been seen, and because of this she started looking forward to the challenge. Grinning more widely, she wrote down the information on the palm of her hand and informed the proper person that she was going to attempt to find the boy. Turning around, she broke into a sprint toward the Grand Palais where her shop was located. However, she wasn't heading for her shop, there was one location that popped instantly into her head where a boy could hide so thoroughly as to not be found for three whole years, and that was the slums of Suna.

The small girl from her rich merchant family very rarely ventured down there herself, never really needing to, but she had heard stories from her shinobi patrons about the area and she felt sure that that was where Ryuu would be hiding.

Stopping just on the outskirts of the worst area of the village, she secured her sword better to her belt, pushed at the hand guard slightly to loosen the blade in its sheath so it would be easier to draw, and began to walk, looking around very carefully with her bright emerald eyes.

Seeing the type of humans that inhabited this area made the small girl nervous, but she made very certain not to show it – the girl had enough common sense to know never to show your fear in the presence of enemies. Keeping her chin level, she continued to move around the streets and alleyways, watching for a flash of red hair amidst the dirt and grime.

It seemed as though she had been walking for at least an hour before her eyes caught a glimpse of a boy just a bit older than her, with tan skin and shoulder length red hair standing about halfway down a deserted alley way seated on the ground. A little grin flashing across her face, she turned down the alley and headed toward the boy. When she was about 7 feet from him, she spoke, her tone soft and friendly, a sweet smile across her face. “Ryuu?” she said, holding a hand out toward him.

The boy looked up at her and a wicked grin crossed his face, his black eyes flashing red. Amy's smile faltered, and she hesitated halfway through a step as she was now about 3 feet away. The boy jumped up, formed a few quick hand seals, and brought the last to his lips to let a burst of flame escape in her direction. The small girl jumped back just in time, but the end of her braid and part of her green vest had been singed by the flames. Drawing her sword, she slashed at him, her movements somewhat feline in nature as she tried to dodge his own quick movements. The pair danced around the alley for what seemed like an eternity, each attacking over and over again, but the boy was more skilled than the small shinobi, and soon enough he had backed her into a corner.

The red-haired boy now had a long shard of metal in his hand that he had picked up, and was moving in for the killing blow, it wouldn't be difficult for him to finish her off, she was already badly injured, her left hand clutching what felt like a broken rib and one eye swollen shut. All but resigned to the end, Amy closed her eyes and listened, she heard running footsteps, and she held her blade out in front of her at the last second, the boy running into the sharp sword and impaling himself on it with a cough and a groan.

Opening her one good eye slowly she looked into the boy's now red eyes as the last bit of life left him, blood dribbling down his chin from his mouth.

The girl began to hyperventilate before a high-pitched scream echoed through the alleyway, it seemed disembodied to the small blacksmith, the one eye that could be seen, oddly blank and full of tears as she slid down the wall behind her to the ground before the eye fluttered shut and she slipped from consciousness.

 

[Toraono Michino]

It was a…Tuesday. At least. Hard to tell these days really…

Tama was awakened by the light of the morning rays dropping in on him through the window of his new apartment in the slums. His bi-colored eyes opened up to look through the reading glasses to stare at the room he had shuffled his life and belongings into. Books were stacked every which way across the floor of the studio apartment and on his lap was a little green book that he kept for adding notes in. Surmise to say he fell asleep last night flipping through it.
Taking off his glasses the blonde stretched on the couch that was his sole bedding and whipped the blanket off of his legs that still had a pair of pants attached to them. Lazily he rolled off the couch onto the floor and began to go through his morning exercises regiment starting with hundred push-ups. Honestly with his natural healing ability he could push himself to over a thousand but it took way too damn long.
Flipping onto his back he then went through a set of thirty crunches followed by seventy sit ups where on the last one he rocked his body all the way up on his feet. He finally began to go through his final stretches taught to him by a taijutsu master that would loosen his body up for the kick-ass breakfast he was so about to make.
Then suddenly a scream from outside pierced through the open window of his third floor apartment. In mid stretch Tama froze at the sound and quickly rushed over to the window to look down and see a brazenly red headed girl stabbing a boy that, from what he could tell, had been attacking her. Without hesitation the scientist leaped out of his third story window and shoved a massive amount of chakra into his legs and feet to cushion the landing.
He still crumbled when he landed. Wasn’t exactly a master at that yet.
Slowly getting himself up from the concrete with his road rash already starting to heal Tama turned his head to the attention of the knocked out red-head. Slowly he got his now achy body up from the ground and shuffled over to Amy’s side where he carefully pushed the dead boy off of the girl’s blade and pulled the weapon from her grasp while he looked for the sheath.
Fortunately the girl was completely unconscious for Tama had to place his hand on her rear and lift her up off the sword casing she was sitting on before just deciding to toss her onto his shoulder. He kicked up the sword sheath and caught it with the blade before tossing the weapon up again and grabbing it by the now sheathed blade. Pushing a large amount of chakra back into his legs and jumped neatly from the ground back up to his apartment three stories up; that much he could at least do.

Walking back into the cold apartment the first thing he did was lay the poor girl down on the couch and place the sword next to her. As unwise as that probably was given Tama’s history with assassins, he no longer held the fear of a quick death. It has already been proven countless times how hard it is to kill the man no matters how elaborate the set up.
With a few quick steps over to the fire place the shinobi scientist began to place some dry logs on the iron racks before igniting it with fluid and a shock of electricity. With a few more swift steps he walked up to the window and closed it so the apartment could heat up a little.
She looked to be in a small state of shock which the girl would undoubtedly pull herself out of. She looked beat to hell and back too but had managed to survive which was saying a lot for a girl of her beauty down here.

 

[Chiyo]

With a light layer of sweat forming over her skin, the young redhead stirred a little, bringing her right hand up to rub at her eye. Wincing some at the stab of pain the pressure on the bruised and swollen flesh had caused, she cried out a little, triggering another, more pronounced stab of pain in her left ribs. Crying out once again, she opened her one good eye to look around.

A sudden panic took hold as she saw that she was in an unfamiliar small, shabby apartment. Reaching her right hand out to search for her sword she tried to remember why she would be here. The last thing she could remember was her Ember Edge sliding into the gut of a crimson-haired boy just a few years older than she was. Wincing again, this time at the memory, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She couldn't lose her focus to shock. The girl had woken to find herself injured in a place she had never seen, this was the most important thing right now, all other thoughts would have to wait.

Finally, her slender fingers touched the warm metal pommel of her sword and she drew it near to her, her eyes searching the vicinity for any clues that might tell her where she was. It was then that the Emerald eyes fell upon a man - quite possibly the most gorgeous man the small girl had seen in her 13. almost 14 years of life. Her cheeks turned a bright pink and she started to shake her head, trying to rid her head of those thoughts. However, her emerald eyes kept straying over to the man, his strong shoulders, the shaggy blonde hair.

The young shinobi had never been this distracted by a boy before, and her cheeks reddened even more before she shook her head a little violently and her head spun a little from the various injuries riddled throughout her body. Blinking a couple of times, she attempted to jump to her feet before falling with yet another cry of pain and a slight cracking noise as her apparently broken ankle gave way beneath her. Falling to the floor, she drew her sword and pointed it at the blonde and muscular man. "Where am I?! Who are you?!"

 

[Toraono Michino]

“Who me? Why I’m the doctor.”

Tama smirked at his own little joke despite not being a doctor but being able to out heal just about anyone in the medical field, including their Sennin. It was what the scientist specialized in, though he had a good rounded technique as a shinobi. He was a master in Ninjutsu and could conjure up some fearsome storms with his chakra alone and as of recently was dabbling in a special form of taijutsu that was really keeping his cut abs looking sexy, but his specialty was in mending wounds and turning an injury into flesh that was stronger than before without the scaring that some med-nins didn’t have the expertise to avoid.
The man watched the redhead comically try to leap off the couch only to find herself fallen down to the old wood floors but with still enough fire to draw her sword and outright demand who he was and what the hell was she doing here.
With little trepidation for the weapon she was wielding the scientist strode forward to better check on her injuries now that she was awake. His awkward silence after announcing that he was a doctor still kind of hung in the air and his approach apparently wasn’t wanted. He watched as she swiped the sword at his feet as soon as he came near but only chuckled as he moved within sword range and stopped the blade with his foot. The edge obviously cut into the flesh but it was already being healed by chakra to a point that even if she was start sawing he still wouldn’t bleed. With a push of that foot he kicked the sword away and crouched down in front of Amy and lifted her shirt.

Yes that sentence happened.

A cold invasive hand landed right on the exposed flesh and felt up her side until he found the broken rib. Removing his hand he brought his hands together to rotate through a series of three simple seals and created a green aura that covered his hands. Gently he hovered his hand over the broken bone and seeped it into her flesh so that it could start realigning the bone and healing it back into once piece. The process took only seconds and already she would feel a little better from the chakra entering her system to start automatically repairing minor wounds across her body.
“Your lucky you know. That rib almost pierced a lung there. What the hell were you doing to that kid down there to deserve such a beating?”

 

[Chiyo]

The doctor?

Doctor who?

Amy swiped her blade at the man as he moved toward her, a defiant look on her face, the one eye that could be seen glittering in the orange light from the fire, reflecting her thoughts. One more step!! But her blade was stopped by his foot and kicked away, the defiant expression replaced by one of pure hatred. This man had taken away her one means of defense. "How dare you!" She shouted, trying to twist a little in a vain attempt at reaching her sword which was a few yards away and very much out of her reach. The twisting brought back yet another wave of pain and she winced.

Then he knelt down and lifted her shirt. "Get your hands off of me!!" She shouted again, but couldn't attempt to twist away again, the pain was becoming too much for her small body to handle. His cold hand made her shiver as he felt for the broken bone, then his hands moved away and formed a few hand seals. Her eye widened before she flinched again. The swollen eye had tried to widen as well, the tender flesh protesting.

Watching his hands as they began to glow with a green light, she flinched before her body began to relax. The pain throughout her body was receding, starting in her ribcage and flowing outward. The flesh around her eye lightened and the swelling went down, the minor cuts and scrapes healed, and her ankle even began to set itself. Blinking a little, she looked up into the man's eyes, noticing for the first time they were each a different color. Her cheeks flushed pink once again before she shook her head a little and turned her head the other direction. "Um...I think my ankle is broken as well..."

You never forget your first doctor...

 

[Toraono Michino]

“So it appears, though you still haven’t answered me.”

Tama’s hands went down to where the broken ankle was already trying to reset and heal itself, dragging the green chakra with him until it touched over the bone and fixed it as fast as he had the ribs. With his work done the blonde nodded and stood up to walk back over to the ‘kitchen’ part of the apartment and began to check the chakra crystal levels. It was almost an oddity compared to how bare the rest of the apartment was given that it actually somewhat closed off and had a bar with clean plates stacked up on it.
A frown came over his face as he realized that he only had enough power to barely make breakfast before he would be forced to go out and purchase another one. The heater for the apartment was purely wood based unlike the other rare appliances in the studio apartment and now he was wishing they still made wood stoves for the same reason he had that heater; fire chakra crystals were expensive.

With a sigh the scientist reluctantly turned on the burners before removing two frying pans hanging on the wall above and placed them on the heat. He then popped open the fridge that was right next to the stove to pull out a small package of eggs and a thick cut of pork loin.
Focusing the nature of electrical chakra into his fingertips Tama sliced off a few cuts of bacon and began to stack them and the eggs on a nearby plate that was settled on the bar before placing the pork back in the fridge and kicking it shut. He washed his hands in the sink using cold water and soap, because once again fire crystals, before shaking the hands dry and walking over to touch the pans with his bare hand to see if they were hot.
The smell of searing flesh and a yelp came from the kitchen as Tama turned the heat down a little on both pans before he began to fix up breakfast for the both of them regardless if she was hungry or not; he’d eat it all in the end.

“So…bar killing that boy down there what the hell are you doing down in this part of the village? Ain’t nothing but killers, rapists, and whores down here, Tama said trying to start a small conversation despite how…odd, this entire experience must be for her. For him this was the everyday life of a shinobi – kill someone, pass out from injuries, be rescued by some anonymous person and cooked breakfast.

Okay maybe not the breakfast part. At least not in the typical sense, Tama thought to himself with a chuckle as he remembered his latent master Mikaboshi.

 

[Chiyo]

Once her injuries had been healed, the redhead pushed herself back up onto her feet, smoothing her blood-stained clothes out a little and walked over to where her sword had been kicked. Retrieving it, she tried to ignore the fact that the blade had a good deal of blood dried on it now. Replacing it in the sheath, she sat back down on the couch, placing her now sheathed blade down beside her, her eyes staring down at the floor.

There was a reason she hadn't answered the man's question, the whole subject was both embarrassing and traumatic and the young woman still couldn't quite wrap her mind around it. She had killed someone, actually taken someone's life, and the boy had only been a few years older than she was. Who was she to have made a decision like that? Of course, the action of holding her sword out in front of her hadn't been much of a decision, it had been nothing but reflex and impulse driven by the desire to live rather than be killed. Yes, she knew the boy would have killed her had he not impaled himself on her blade, of course he would have, he was trying to stay hidden down there in that empty alley.

Then there was the embarrassment. He was supposed to have a similar skill level to hers, that's what it said in the book anyway, but the young shinobi had almost been killed had her instincts not kicked in once she had been backed into the corner. She had put so much work into training, trying to become the best that she could, working with her sword as often as she had time, and even trying to read up on different techniques and she still wasn't good enough. Perhaps she wasn't cut out to be a shinobi after all, maybe she should just stick to making weapons instead of using them like her clan had always done.

Her stomach rumbled a little, breaking her out of her reverie and the sizzles and pops of the bacon grease in the frying pan made her blink back the onslaught of tears that had begun to fall. Wiping her eyes with the hem of her shirt she looked up at the man just as he asked her once again why she had ventured down into this part of the village.

“I'm an academy student and I've been getting nothing but pointless missions assigned to me so I thought I would take things into my own hands...” Her voice cracked a little as the tears started to pool in her eyes again. Blinking them away, again, she cleared her throat and shook her head. “I went to choose a target from the Bingo book...he was supposed to be around my skill level...I should have been able to beat him...” Blinking again, she stood and walked across to the window. Looking down the boy's body must have already been cleared away, or perhaps one of the low-lifes down here had decided to make him his dinner. Shuddering at the thought, she leaned her forehead against the glass and closed her eyes again, her arms wrapped around her waist as though she was trying to hold herself together.

 

[Toraono Michino]

Mmm, was all that Tama said as he took a swig from a can of beer that seemed to appear from nowhere. He placed it down to grab a spatula while he tried to let the girl get a hold of herself.

His arm darted as he flipped, removed, and added more bacon to the hot grease and doing the same with his other arm to the eggs in a sense as he beat them in a bowl; multitasking was one of his specialties.
Tama was no fool and just from her story could gather exactly what had happened to her. She, undoubtedly a student, was tired of the little ‘chores’ that they were usually stuck with from the mission board and decided that she could handle Genin level material. Yet from how badly she was beaten it was obvious that she had not been ready to face someone even if it was technically at her ‘battle rank.’ Those ranks were next to meaningless in a fight because even someone as lowly as an E-Rank could outsmart or out-luck an S-rank and still win. Most likely she was receiving special training as well or else the student never would of struck out on her own to take down a criminal from the Bingo book.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Tama said after a moment of silence for the teenager dead in the alley, “Your still just a student, or possibly a very new Genin, and I doubt you’ve ever seen real combat before. Consider yourself lucky to have not only survived but to walk away with what knowledge that survival held. Now you know what mistakes you made, what to correct before you find yourself in an actual fight, and to stay away from the damn Bingo book. There is a reason students aren’t supposed to go hunting down missing shinobi and that’s due to lack of real world experience.”
The scientist didn’t keep the slight edge from his voice as he berated her for getting into that book without even knowing the girl. His hand reached up and turned the burner off after removing the last bit of bacon from the stove picked up the plate. He closed his eyes and activated the power of his newest chakra coil to make him, the bacon, and even the plate to break down into the most basic atoms and fly across the room to reform expertly right next to Amy
“Bacons done,” he said somewhat with a smirk, “My name is Ryuu Tama by the way.

 

[Chiyo]

It was a few long moments before she could really stop the flow of her tears, her finger tips digging into her ribs as she tried to push all the unpleasant thoughts from her mind, trying to concentrate on the sizzling sound from the frying pan that sounded so wonderful to her with her empty belly. Her mind concentrated on the sizzles and pops, another sound made her jump slightly, she heard the 'Ka-chh' of a can being opened and lifted her head to look. The man was now holding a beer, though she hadn't heard the refrigerator door open or close. Raising a thin red eyebrow, she glanced around, wondering how he had done that so quietly, though the man was obviously a shinobi of some sort, so she shrugged minutely and turned her whole body around to lean rest her back against the window.

Once she had pulled her emotions back together and placed the painful thoughts into a small box in her mind to revisit when she next needed to, the man began to speak again. The young girl frowned as she was scolded by this man she had never met before, her hands clenching into tight fists for a brief moment before she relaxed some, shaking her head a little, contradicting her thoughts as she agreed with him mentally, she was still too proud to say anything about it. The Bingo Book had been a bad idea, and if it was as he said, why hadn't she been stopped from selecting a target from it in the first place? They really needed to supervise that stuff better. Sighing, she leaned her head back against the window, her eyes turned to watch him pull the bacon from the pan and place it on a plate. Once he had it all gathered up, he disappeared. Blinking a few times quickly, her eyes darted around the room before he appeared right beside her.

Jumping again, this time more visibly, and gasping a little in surprise, she took a few steps to the side, away from him. “What the hell!? Um...thanks?” Her voice was raised just a little in alarm as she reached out, hesitated a little, then grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate and took a bite of the deliciously salty, crispy meat. “Umm...My name is Suchiru Amejisuto,” she said with her mouth still full of bacon before she flushed a little and swallowed. “Sorry...Um...everyone calls me Amy”

 

[Toraono Michino]

“Amy huh? Odd name…but then again everyone could go around calling me Jewel if they had half a mind.”

The scientist chuckled as he slowly turned away from the red-head and warped back over to the kitchen to set the plate down and finish the scrambled eggs by adding some spicy cheese to it to melt into the batch of protein. His spatula slipped in under it, flipped and scrambled some more, until the cheese had melted into something of a webby look all over them. He scrapped the food out of the frying pan and onto another large plate that he sat down next to the bacon. Picking up the pan he tossed it in the sink and ran some cold water in it to wash it out before turning off the device to go back to his cabinet to pull out some plates, silverware, and a cup that suddenly became full of orange juice when he looked it at it.
“Breakfast is done,” Tama said as he began to fill his plate.

Oh but breakfast wasn’t done was it? Couldn’t eat without an appetite and that required you to get worked up right?
Right?

A kunai exploded through the window, missing Amy’s face by only a few inches, and slammed into the back wall where the fireplace was. Six, seven, maybe eight exploding tags were attached to that little throwing dagger, and it was right on top of the fire.
“FU-” the explosion cut him off.
Yet it didn’t cut his body off. In seconds the scientist broke himself down, reappeared next to Amy to grab her and jump out of the window as the force of the explosion threw them both across the street and into a second story apartment over there. They crashed into the building and hit the ground hard but Tama managed to take the force of everything for the student as he rolled a little ways into the empty, burned down, home that someone used to live in.
Slowly he let go of Amy and pulled himself away as he began to pull glass out of his flesh so that the healing process could go ahead and begin. It was about the time he was pulling some out of his face when the sudden appearance of three assassins with their blades on Tama and a fourth rushing past them to attack Amy did he realize just how serious this was.
These were professionals that were trying to kill one or both of them for whatever reason. In only a few seconds the genius worked out that if they were after him those blades hovering around his face and next would have already ripped his head apart. For whatever reason they were after the red-head who was no doubt in a state of shell-shock from the sudden chaos.
“Run you fool!” Tama screamed at the student as he activated his Seikon chakra and slipped his body past the blades to warp behind the assassin coming after the red head. With a focus he forced the atom splitting chakra to coat his fist that was used to punch through the man’s chest. In the same second the scientist turned his body back towards the three he had left behind him and threw the deadly chakra at them in a wave that shot from his elbow.

Yet this did so little actually deter the killers despite having one of their four being mortally wounded. The man with a hand sticking out of his chest grabbed onto Tama’s arms and swung himself back to fall on top of the scientist and pin him to the ground while the other three assassins dodged the attack sent their way and continued to chase after Amy.

[MFT]

 

[Chiyo]

“Jewel, eh? That has possibilities,” the young girl's voice was full of friendly mocking as she teased the man in response to his comment about her name. Shaking her head at his teleportation trick, it was going to take a little getting used to apparently. Watching him add cheese to the eggs, her stomach growled a little more, the few pieces of toast she had eaten before leaving home were seeming much more insubstantial that usual.

As soon as he announced that the food was ready, the girl hurried over to the counter and grabbed another piece of bacon to munch on while she waited for him to finish filling his plate. Just as he held out the spatula to her so that she could help herself to the eggs and bacon a kunai flew directly in front of her eyes about two inches away. Jumping back a few feet, she dropped the pan of eggs on the ground with a crash as the blade of the kunai stuck itself in the fireplace before exploding.

The next few moments were a blur.

Her savior for the second time in one day appeared next to her, grabbed her frozen body, and jumped from the window into the abandoned apartment across the alley. Tama hit the ground first and they rolled some as they landed. There were shards of glass embedded in the young girl's flesh, but she was too far gone into the realms of shock to really notice. The next thing she knew there was a man coming after her and her right hand reached across her body for her sword, which was still back in the scientist's apartment. “Shit!” she shouted, her eyes darting over to her surprise hero as he shouted for her to run.

He didn't need to tell her twice, turning on her heel she took off like a bat out of hell toward the half-broken door, jumped through the large hole in the middle of it, and continued to run down the stairs. For a few sweet moments she couldn't hear anyone coming after her, the assassins must have been after the man, she blinked back unbidden tears as remembered that she was too weak to be of any help to him, but no sooner had she reached the next landing down did she hear the thundering footfalls of three men coming after her.

“Stop running you little bitch, we don't wanna hurt you!” One of the assassins shouted down to her, but she ignored him and kept running, her shoes sliding a little on the ashy wood floor as she turned on the next landing. “Yeah, we just need to hold onto you for a bit until your daddy can repay what he owes our boss!” One of the other assassins shouted the next bit, and this caused the young girl to falter a little, stumbling and rolling down the last flight to hit the wall with a loud crash.

Her father owed someone money? Someone with enough resources to send assassins to kidnap his daughter? What had he gotten into? None of this was making sense, but she knew she needed to get away or who knew what would happen...

 

[Toraono Michino]

The assassins chased Amy down the stairs silently at first but then started to get a little cocky. It would prove to be their downfall.

The one of the two killers made a motion to tell the other one to shut up as they slowly prowled downwards, following the redhead and making appearances to slowly direct her movements until she entered the large common area of the old burned down apartments where the front entranced was sealed off and the windows long boarded up; essentially they ran her into a death trap.
Once she had realized there was no way out and was back up against the boarded up door they would make their appearance, materializing as it was out of the shadows with wicked grins across their faces. Their mission was almost over and soon things would be cataclysmically insane for the people of Sunagakure as the Uzumoreru and Suchiru Clans officially initiate a war while the head of the clan was away.

A gloved hand reached out and grabbed a hold of that fiery red hair to grip it inside a fist, but before it could start to pull the girl the hand jerked suddenly and spasamed open releasing the locks as the strange sounds of a man dying from drowning in thin air filled the room. A dark figure was behind one of the assassins, his white hair settling down from the sudden movement of darting from the shadows into an attack. A black blade was sticking through the assassin’s neck as he vainly tried to grasp at it, choking his final moments of life on his black blood.

Shit Just Got Real​

The blade quickly disappeared into the wound and back into its owner’s hand as Toushin spun on his heel to quickly cut the throat of the other man and dispatch him before he could react. He turned his face towards the girl with serious worry in his eyes and without the black mask that would normally guard his lower features from vision. The terrible scar that forced his face into a frown was clearly visible for a moment before he turned his head to look at the darkness of the large common room.

Uzu pushed his free hand back telling her to try and stay down without saying a word before vanishing into a cloud of black blood mist. At first not a sound could be heard as an eerie silence choked the air, but it lasted only seconds as a shrill scream tore apart the tense feeling with the sound of terror. Before long two more screams erupted from the darkness before four assassins chased Toushin out of his natural element and back into what little light was shining in through holes from outside.
Two blades were in his hands and black blood of the Uzumoreru Elite covered his clothes and face. The assassin was holding his ground against four men that were supposedly at his level but was losing face with each exchange as he wasn’t able to make a single counter attack despite the full employment of his sword style; he was literally holding nothing back.
Toushin ducked under the swing of a hand scythe and raised his arms up to block a low kick from one of the other assassins, using the momentum to roll away and raise up in time to block with his blades a strike from the other two killers that had shown themselves so far. Yet it wasn’t enough as the first assassin ducked in with expert timing and swung the scythe to aim a strike at Uzu’s kidney; he braced for impact.

“KIYAH~!”

Tama warped in from nowhere with a battle cry and his left leg extended out into the air with the right tucked back as he flew in and crashed his foot against the scythe assassin’s head with force enough to snap its neck. The blonde dropped down to his feet and quickly struck at two of the assassins while Toushin dispatched the third one, beheading the man before spinning to strike at the last two Tama was distracting right as the scientist kneeled down in perfect synch. The black blades flew through the air and sprayed blood across the room once more as the two assassins dropped dead from the duo’s attacks.
“And you call yourself an assassin! Getting over powered by four men who try to be as good as you? For shame.”
“I don’t want to hear it, Mr. ‘Help! I’m stuck under a dead guy!’”

Tama blew a quick raspberry at the assassin before assuming his stance again and waiting for the next wave of assassins that was sure to come.
“Amy, take this,” Uzu called out to the girl as he tossed one of his black blood blades at her and created another, “We’re not out of this yet…”

 

[Chiyo]

Amy's eyes darted around the dark lobby of the apartments, trying to find an escape route but everything was closed up. Tears pooled in her emerald eyes as she backed into the far corner, breaking a large piece of wood off a collapsed table to use as a makeshift weapon. Holding the broken board out in front of her with both hands she pressed her back against the wall, images from what seemed like moments before flashing across her mind. Her unbloodied blade sinking into the gut of the red-haired boy, the last of the light leaving his angry and frightened eyes. Her small hands were shaking, along with the rest of her body, teeth chattering slightly to break the silence around her.

She couldn't see the assassins that were surely no more than a few feet away from her by now, she was going to be kidnapped then who knew what else and the only person who could save her was surely trying to defend himself from the assassin that had stayed behind to keep him out of the way. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her hair and her head was pulled slightly to the side, a cry of pain escaping her lips as she dropped the board to reach up and try to pry the gloved hand from her braid. Then suddenly, the hand was gone and the air was filled with the dying screams of a man.

The redhead blinked away her tears as she spotted the unmistakable white hair of her sensei. A disbelieving laugh fell from her mouth as he finished off the second assassin and held a hand out to her, signaling her to stay down and stay quiet. Sliding down the wall, she clapped her hands over her mouth and nodded a little as she watched him disappear into a black cloud. Trying to get her eyes used to the darkness she squinted a little, trying to see what was happening before more screams wrenched the air and Toushin was led into the dust-filled streams of light from the cracks in the boarded windows.

A small, barely audible, whimper escaped her lips as she watched Uzu struggling to fight off the four men that were attacking him, they were gaining more and more ground every attack. The fight seemed to move in slow motion before one of the assassins came in to land what would surely be a killing blow before a yell added to the noise of the battle and the scientist appeared suddenly from thin air to aim a kick to the head of the assassin, the crack of his neck breaking making the young girl cringe. Amy's frightened expression widened into a small, but uneasy, smile as the pair began to fight off the assassins with ease.

Once the four were dispatched, the pair exchanged teasing remarks and Toushin tossed her a blood blade which she caught easily by the hilt with her right hand. The small girl stood from her spot in the corner, her clothes covered in dirt and dust and tear tracks in the dirt that coated her fair skin. Blinking a few more times at the two men that had come to her rescue, she ran toward them, flinging her arms around Toushin's waist and squeezing him a little before she dropped her arms and backed away slightly, clearing her throat as she looked down at the debris strewn floor. “Um...thanks,” her voice was quiet as she lifted her head to look into the eyes of the two men before she turned to look around the room, dropping into a loose defensive stance. “Okay, let's do this.”

 

[Toraono Michino]

The trio pressed themselves back to back and prepared for the onslaught.

“I got an idea to slide this into our favor Uzu, follow my lead,” Tama said as he placed his hands into a seal. His body shimmered and flickered away into the darkness. Small bright shining lights suddenly began to appear throughout the darkness that were followed by grunts as Tama rushed through and punched beacons onto everyone inside the abandoned building. He appeared with his back against the duo once again but looking a little more worn out for the process.
“Okay, here they come!”

Tama created another seal that forced all the little light beacons to explode into large pillars of energy that would deal high damage to at least half of the assassins sent there and force the rest out of hiding to come and attack.
Uzu’s blade reared up to meet the first attacker as he parried and slit the man’s throat. Two more followed up causing Toushin to stomp against the floor telling Amy to begin and move away from their circle so they could fight with full potential and not worry about them getting in each other’s way. His black blades sliced up and down, back and forth, always parrying and countering as he paired his style with the style he had been teaching the redhead that was fighting to his left.
To his right Tama was still trying his best to ward off those that would try to attempt to attack his companion’s back by using counter taijutsu that helped him dodge the attack and throw the assassin back into the fray before Uzu and Amy’s whirling blades of death. He only hoped it would be enough to survive as the assassins continued to pour out of nowhere.

 

[Chiyo]

Amy's heart was racing and her eyes were wide as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the battle that was coming. This day was quickly becoming the weirdest day she had ever had. Taking a deep breath as the scientist warned them that the assassins were about to attack, she pushed every other thought from her mind so that she could concentrate on the here and now.

On Toushin's signal, the young redhead curled her small body down and somersaulted across the floor away from her companions and sprang back to her feet, dropping back into her defensive stance. This way she would have enough space to fight without any worry of friendly fire. As the first of many black clad assassins came for her, she ducked beneath the blow he aimed at her, parried his blade away from a second strike, and swiped her own blade at his legs, thus begun the young shinobi's dance.

Just as the assassin she was focusing on jumped over her blade however, everything went black.

A second assassin had come up behind her and pressed two fingers to a pressure point in her neck to knock the girl unconscious. Her limp form fell forward onto the floor and the assassin in front of her grabbed her braid and pulled her up into the air, her body hanging limp as a ragdoll as he hefted her over his shoulder and ran off upstairs to jump out of a window onto the roof of the building next door.

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Amy sat whimpering softly in a dark room, her hands were tied behind her back and to the chair she was seated in, and her ankles were tied to its legs. Her red hair was even more red and caked with her own blood, her fair flesh was bruised and bleeding in several places on her body and her clothes were ripped to shreds. Spitting another mouthful of blood onto the dirt-covered floor, she lifted her eyes to look at the door once again, wondering if they would be coming back...or if maybe someone would come to get her out of this mess.

The redhead had tried to free herself already, but all that had earned her was two dislocated wrists and even more beatings from the assassins as they tried to get information out of her that she didn't even have. It seemed that they were at odds with the village and were trying to get information about their military system, but Amy was just a student...

Closing her eyes once again, she tried to sleep. In sleep there was nothing, and nothing would be much better than all the pain she was experiencing for the moment. She had used up all the energy she had screaming in the first few...minutes? Hours? Days? She couldn't even tell anymore, she had been in and out of consciousness too often to be able to keep track of time.

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[Toraono Michino]

As the assassins took off with the girl Uzu swore loudly and began to increase his efforts two fold in killing his kin to get his apprentice back. It was all in vain though, for as soon as the assassin carrying the red head got out of attacking distance the rest of his brood vanished into the shadows.

“No, no, no, no! AMY!” the assassin screamed at the hole in the roof where the man escaped with his student. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it as he felt a sudden brute force grab his body and slam it into a wall. He looked up to see a very angry scientist pinning him. The sudden realization that Tama was no longer the coward he knew dawned on Uzu.

“Why?! Why did they take her Toushin!?”
“I…I don’t know,” he choked before Tama decided to release him and cry out in rage as he walked over to a wooden pillar that was holding up the room and punched it without using his Seikon powers. A large crack appeared in the wooden pole despite this. The pain in his fists slowly calmed him down.

He had to get her back. It was his fault she was stolen, he assumed, since the assassins were after her originally, right?
“Tell me everything about Amy. I assume you know something more about this than I do…and I’d do it fast because your life depends on it. I know where your fucking clan is and I will not hesitate to start its destruction with you if you don’t tell me everything you know about her right now.”

The look in the scientist’s eyes made the assassin realize that he should of killed this beast a long time ago. He knew when he stabbed the man in the back the first time that if he hadn’t Tama would have become a creature far more terrifying than what Sunagakure could handle. Letting him live after he had been betrayed by his client was a terrible mistake.
“Fine,” the assassin relented as he knew he couldn’t stop Tama with the way he was now, “For starters, I’m her swordsmanship trainer…”

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