"Don't worry, though! It's slow acting and curable. Well, I can cure it. Other people's attempts will only accelerate it. My bosses have a strict policy about keeping my toys for too long, 'cause they tend to get in the way later."
He kept a stone cold face, as if he knew the whole time. It was something he had thought of in the back of his mind when he saw the way she wielded the poisons against the 5 people now rotting in this room. He didn't lean on the door because he was tired, he did it to smear some of his blood on the wall. Hopefully a ninja would find it, analyze it, come up with an antidote and save him...or so he told himself in his head, when really he was up shit creek without a boat. Ninja where too busy dealing with the aftermath of the event to be out here policing this place, they might never find the bodies in the first place.
"I figured as much." he grinned as she got close to his face.
"But I like you! You're mysterious and haven't succumb to the self-righteous qualities most of these villagers fall victim to. It's such a turn off to listen to them blather about justice and being superior," he suddenly feigned sheepishness. "You need to prove yourself so I can keep you, but it's not so easy as picking a random bunch of creeps like these and killing them -these guys were for fun-, but something personal. Substantial. You need to kill a part of your village. Someone's parents, there is always a kid in need of a tragic back story, or some royalty, or your own kin. It has to be big and can prove you're useful to us. Maybe lead some of your own into a trap..Whatever it is you wish to do, pick for yourself, but don't try and pull anything over on me!"
There it was, the catch. He had to dispatch someone of worth to the village, and the first thing that popped in his head was his father. The chikara family had been around since Suna was a bunch of wagons rolling through the sand. They guarded the woman they would eventually call mother suna, they helped build the above ground village and was there when it went down and helped build the current village we all live in. They were a staple to suna, without them god knows if those caravans would have ever survived to become what they are today. Though in the current state of things, would it have been better to let them die? Those thoughts would begin to consume him as he silently let go over her and jumped over the desk, sliding the desk drawers open and taking a piece of paper and a pen out.
He would begin to write on it in code, what looked like a series of shapes with pieces missing out of them.
"You want something big right? A origin story for hate and malice? A taint on the very history of this village? I can give you that. My 'kin' as you put it, are a institution in sand. They are a specialty royal guard, if you will. They date back all the way to the first settlers and the very sword I hold is said to be from the first of our clan, handed down to him by the mythical Homura, made from a piece of his large axe." he said, giving her a small crash course in their history. "I've written this code for my father, only he has the decryption key. He will follow my instruction as laid out here and we'll meet on the edge of this place. I told him to bring..." he grinned, looking up at her. "...my brother." He grabbed the note and opened a nearby window, whistling super loud out of it. A bat would fly in from seemingly nowhere and land on the window. He's place it in it's mouth, and it would carry the note off into space. The Chikara had been training carrier bats since the village got down here, it only seemed required considering the location. "We've got 20 minutes at most, those things are a lot faster than either of us." he said, ninja bats man!
He jumped out the window expecting her to follow, he landing with a deft thud and a roll at the bottom, into a full sprint toward the edge of the Palais. The crime was all concentrated in the center, where all the shady businesses and groups were formed. It was much quieter, almost nicer, on the outskirts. However the place he chose as the staging area was not nice, it was an old abandoned hotel, two stories tall. It was a meeting place his father had set for clan members to come to if they were in trouble. Though it used to be a hotel when that was the case, it would be a symbolic code, a sort of 'I'm in it deep' not that she would understand that. The hotel it'self however was very long, with two big hallways on the top and bottom floor separating things. Each room divided by paper walls, Shojis. As he stepped in on the ground floor he would slide all of the doors closed, light the lanterns above the walkway to create a lighting source and at the same time create shadows in the corners of the room. "Hide out here, it'll be more terrifying if I am the only one involved." he said with a big shit eating grin on his face. pointing to a shadow in the corner of the hallway that would hide her perfectly. Then he sat indian style in the center of the room, putting his sword across his lap and staring at the ground.
"Forgive me father, brother, village, and everyone for what I am about to do." he thought to himself, his face becoming incredibly serious as the sounds of slippers on wood came in the distance. It was only about ten seconds after that his father came into view at the other end of the hall, his much younger brother behind him attached to his leg. The man was an almost spitting image of his son, or vica versa. He had more battle scars, was bigger in physique and had a much bigger sword, but the building blocks of what made Homuras looks was there. It was like looking at what Homura would be if he ate strength personified.
"Son, what is the meaning of this. You can't call that code in for any reason you know that! You left our clan, you have no right to call an evacuation!" he said with a booming, scary voice. It carried through the empty halls and sent a chill down his spine, reminding him of all the times he'd been reprimanded as a child.
"Did you evacuate? Are they all here?" he said in a low, intense voice. His gaze did not pick up off the floor. "I told you the cabal was after you and him and to get here fast if you wanted the clan safe. Please tell me you listened." he stood up, fastening the sword to his belt, resting his hand on it.
"They are all filtering in through the catacombs, but you have to explain what they want with us and how you know that information. Of course I'd listen, " he said, as Homura walked over to the two of them and bent down. He put his best big brother voice on, "Hey little guy, can me and dad have a minute, you can go right in there! I think there's some old toys in there!" the little one looked up at his father, who gave a nod and then ran off into one of the side rooms. Homura would stand up and meet his gaze.
"Now tell me what you know."
"You're dead." he said, quick drawing the sword from his sheath and swinging at his fathers neck. One deft step back dodged it, his own sword coming out from his back, overhead swinging it right at Homura. He would lift his own sword above his head at an angle, the bigger sword sliding off to the side and smacking into the ground, splintering and seperating the wood. His faster sword would win this day, as he went from the defensive position straight into a slash downward, blood spurting onto the shoji between him and his brother. It would open slightly, his brother peeking out to see his fathers blood painting the floor and Homura standing over his dad with his sword raised, the hit being so deep that he culdn't stand up, now on his knees. Homura would pick up the large sword, almost unable to swing it. He would place it on his shoulder to carry the weight, walk around behind him and put all his strength into swinging it, what would transpire next would be the decapitation of the ruling and eldest man of house Chikara. He would turn and speak to the shadow across the room, in a serious and rather definitive tone.
"The catacomb you have wired with explosives has a tunnel that leads from our compound to a series of safe houses in sand for if the clan is in danger. There is a secret basement to this place, if we burn it down it should kill everyone underneath it." he said, taking his sword and the booze he had left over from the previous adventure and pouring it on the blade, sparking it against something and setting the building ablaze. As it began to burn down, he would rip the shoji off the wall and grab his brother kicking and screaming by the collar, throwing him roughly out of the house and into the street. He would step out behind him, punching the boy in the face and sending him into the dirt. The boy had a pack on his side with ninja tools, kunai and throwing stars, as he was just about to join the academy. Taking a kunai out of the pack, he would hold the boys arm down and shove the kunai into his palm and stuck it into the dirt hard behind the hand. The screams were agonizing and the tears were flowing freely. as he squirmed against the pain like a seizure patient. He would step away from the boy and down the alleyway as he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" over and over, with the screech of a banshee.
"My clan is dead. I'm now public enemy number one next to you all." he said with a serious tone. "I want the antidote, and I want to meet with the rest of you. No is not an answer I'll accept." he said to the background noise of hundreds of people being burnt alive, as the building slowly collapsed around them sealing not only all of them inside to burn alive, but also closing that particular tunnel. She had what she wanted, history destroyed, a kid with a tragic back story, a lot of death. That kid would grow up to one day hunt him down, if he survived long enough. He had created a sasuke, to his itachi! It had better been worth it, otherwise it was all for nothing!
[MFT - WC: 1913]
