Echoes of footsteps trailed from a young kunoichi's heels as she marched through the corridors of the surface prison. She struggled to shrug off the cat-calls and wolf-whistles of the prisoners she stirred awake as she scanned the directories for cell block F. However, after the twentieth time or so hearing vulgar pick-up lines, Otome had enough and gripped the hilt of her bloodthirsty blade so tight that blood started to pour on the prison floor.
"Jesus Saito! That bitch is crazy!" a few prisoners exclaimed before muttering to themselves.
Otome smirked as she began to doctor her hand once more with a bandage roll. But her good mood wouldn't last as the next person to speak was the one she sought:
"She is, isn't she?" her mark spoke from a nearby cell. "After all, I would've tossed that scrap of metal in the trash if it weren't an exclusive import from Moon."
Otome turned, rushed towards him, and gripped the bars of the man's cell before pointing at him, sending him scurrying a few steps back.
"You bastard!" she growled. "You knew about this!?"
The man chuckled.
"Well, of course; I can't sell contraband without sampling it to some extent." He then approached the woman slowly with a smile. "Not to mention I wouldn't tell one of the Raikage's lapdogs a damn thing!"
Otome backed away and started smirking once more, causing the man's resolve to falter.
"Oh, we will see about that, won't we?" she said cryptically before waving to one of guards patrolling the cell block. "I'd like to have a little one-on-one chat with this one right here."
The guard groggily nodded before requesting permission the warden via his headset. A few exchanges later, an entourage of his allies joined him as they escorted the man from his cell to one of the interrogation rooms. Otome followed close behind, grinning at the thought of violently extracting information from the smuggler every time he tried to nervously glance at her.
"Lock the door," she demanded of the guards as she relinquished her weaponry and entered the room with the man. "Please, take a seat."
"You . . . you really are crazy . . . " he said with a chuckle as he began scratching at his pants leg. Some mumbling buzzed over her headset before Otome signaled for the guards outside to stay put.
"Trust me," she said as she walked up in his face. "Nothing I do will be as crazy as what you're about to do."
And surely enough, he did what she had expected; he grabbed her around the chest and shoulders with one arm before drawing a shiv from his pants and holding it to her throat.
"Nobody do anything hasty, or the bitch gets it!" he shouted, prompting a hearty laugh from Otome. "What's so funny!?"
"It's so cute how you think you're actually getting out of here," she taunted before elbowing his solar plexus, stomping on his in-step, breaking his nose with her fist, kneeing him in the groin, and taking the man's shiv and pinning him to the wall.
"Now it's my turn!" she mocked as she punched him in the stomach, forcing him to cough up some blood. "Who did you steal that katana from!?"
"I'm not telling you shit!" he said as he spat on her. A forced chuckle escaped her mouth before she did a one-two combo to his face.
"Wrong answer!"
"Damn crazy bitch . . . "
Otome sighed and sat down in her own seat before reaching for her headset.
"Bring my sword in here," she requested before adding, "and for Raiden's sake don't touch the hilt!"
After a moment of deliberation, the guards placated her and brought the bloodthirsty blade into the room. As she began to draw the katana from its sheath, she glared at the man squirming against his pin.
"Please . . . no!"
"Sorry, but you're no longer useful. Plus, you piss me off."
As she gripped the hilt, blood squirting from her palm, the voices sang to her and her alone once again.
"Take his blood, Otome!"
Returning the weapon to its sheath, she sighed and began to walk away.
"You're lucky that you aren't worth my time," she said as she began exiting the prison.
[Mission: 719]
"Jesus Saito! That bitch is crazy!" a few prisoners exclaimed before muttering to themselves.
Otome smirked as she began to doctor her hand once more with a bandage roll. But her good mood wouldn't last as the next person to speak was the one she sought:
"She is, isn't she?" her mark spoke from a nearby cell. "After all, I would've tossed that scrap of metal in the trash if it weren't an exclusive import from Moon."
Otome turned, rushed towards him, and gripped the bars of the man's cell before pointing at him, sending him scurrying a few steps back.
"You bastard!" she growled. "You knew about this!?"
The man chuckled.
"Well, of course; I can't sell contraband without sampling it to some extent." He then approached the woman slowly with a smile. "Not to mention I wouldn't tell one of the Raikage's lapdogs a damn thing!"
Otome backed away and started smirking once more, causing the man's resolve to falter.
"Oh, we will see about that, won't we?" she said cryptically before waving to one of guards patrolling the cell block. "I'd like to have a little one-on-one chat with this one right here."
The guard groggily nodded before requesting permission the warden via his headset. A few exchanges later, an entourage of his allies joined him as they escorted the man from his cell to one of the interrogation rooms. Otome followed close behind, grinning at the thought of violently extracting information from the smuggler every time he tried to nervously glance at her.
"Lock the door," she demanded of the guards as she relinquished her weaponry and entered the room with the man. "Please, take a seat."
"You . . . you really are crazy . . . " he said with a chuckle as he began scratching at his pants leg. Some mumbling buzzed over her headset before Otome signaled for the guards outside to stay put.
"Trust me," she said as she walked up in his face. "Nothing I do will be as crazy as what you're about to do."
And surely enough, he did what she had expected; he grabbed her around the chest and shoulders with one arm before drawing a shiv from his pants and holding it to her throat.
"Nobody do anything hasty, or the bitch gets it!" he shouted, prompting a hearty laugh from Otome. "What's so funny!?"
"It's so cute how you think you're actually getting out of here," she taunted before elbowing his solar plexus, stomping on his in-step, breaking his nose with her fist, kneeing him in the groin, and taking the man's shiv and pinning him to the wall.
"Now it's my turn!" she mocked as she punched him in the stomach, forcing him to cough up some blood. "Who did you steal that katana from!?"
"I'm not telling you shit!" he said as he spat on her. A forced chuckle escaped her mouth before she did a one-two combo to his face.
"Wrong answer!"
"Damn crazy bitch . . . "
Otome sighed and sat down in her own seat before reaching for her headset.
"Bring my sword in here," she requested before adding, "and for Raiden's sake don't touch the hilt!"
After a moment of deliberation, the guards placated her and brought the bloodthirsty blade into the room. As she began to draw the katana from its sheath, she glared at the man squirming against his pin.
"Please . . . no!"
"Sorry, but you're no longer useful. Plus, you piss me off."
As she gripped the hilt, blood squirting from her palm, the voices sang to her and her alone once again.
"Take his blood, Otome!"
Returning the weapon to its sheath, she sighed and began to walk away.
"You're lucky that you aren't worth my time," she said as she began exiting the prison.
[Mission: 719]