The Red Light District of Suna was an interesting thing. It was still located in a portion of the village that refused, or maybe wasn't selected to join, the rest of the village upon the surface. Because of the business and the people that gathered here, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Keeping out of the light, staying out of the direct sight of the more law-abiding side of the village came with its benefits. The Red Light District, in its own way, was a haven. A sanctuary. For those who chose not to operate within the norms or those seeking escape from the norms. There were others that populated this area, however. Those without choice. Those forced into it. There was also the other side of the coin, those who chose to be here. It was one of these individuals that brought us to this point.
It was night, or maybe it was day, the lack of attention to the remaining underground areas always made it hard to discern such a thing. Either way, it didn't matter. Not for the inhabitants of the Lucky Kitty. A colorful place that was under the protection of various "families" that had sprung up within the RLD. Because of this, it was left clear of all the unsightliness that could occur within this underground escape ground. Rough patrons were dealt with by this muscle, so unlike most of the other seedy places in the neighborhood, this location had more of air of legitimacy. It was a dirty place, a paradise of earthly delights, that felt clean... in a very liberal sense of that word. It was why one customer stood out. A man, or maybe it wasn't a man, a figure that looked like death had entered the Lucky Kitty today. They purchased a bottle of sake and sat down in a back corner away from everyone else, including the entertainment. It wasn't that the Kittens were eager to approach him, but still, it was an odd behavior to hold for such an establishment, one where people came to "interact".
But he sat there. Drinking. Alone. His appearance, it was hard to discern whether he had seen Hell or he had come from there. Either way, it was clear that he was not someone to approach. It was why when he was approached, by another non-regular, that warning bells started to go off for the staff present. This was something that needed attention immediately. While that was happening, a female looking figure in a mask would approach the man.
"What a colorful place to pop up in... I left a message for your daddy "
The eyes, the unclosing, glaring, dead, eyes of the figure, a figure that was wrapped in bandages and a loose-fitting coat, would turn to the masked
"Oh come on cutie... you know we have business..."
The exposed teeth of the man started to move, letting out a faint sound that was hard to make out.
"Don't be shy, Crispy. I know who you are... or am I mistaken? Oh, no, you have those killer looks of your mother..."
It was at this time that the bandaged man would raise up, towering over the masked female. Two clashing presence of chakra would start to collide, like two opposing waves slamming into one another. At this time, their deadlocked glares would be separated as they would both snap their attention to a large group of armed men who had just entered the building. It would seem the "families" were prepared to deal with this matter and these two unwelcomed guests.
It would be on this day, or maybe it was night, that the once illustrious and prosperous location known as the Lucky Kitty would meet a grim fate. There would not be any eyewitnesses to what happened, but the 35 staff members and entertainers, the 15 members of "cleaners" and the two trouble makers would disappear in an instant. The Lucky Kitty would be found burned to the ground, damage to all the surrounding buildings. While now bodies would be found, gallons upon gallons of blood would be found. Most of this blood was merely splattered around the area, what had not been consumed by the flames, except a small portion of it had been used to write a warning, or maybe a calling card upon the ground; "RESURECTED IN BLOOD".
It was night, or maybe it was day, the lack of attention to the remaining underground areas always made it hard to discern such a thing. Either way, it didn't matter. Not for the inhabitants of the Lucky Kitty. A colorful place that was under the protection of various "families" that had sprung up within the RLD. Because of this, it was left clear of all the unsightliness that could occur within this underground escape ground. Rough patrons were dealt with by this muscle, so unlike most of the other seedy places in the neighborhood, this location had more of air of legitimacy. It was a dirty place, a paradise of earthly delights, that felt clean... in a very liberal sense of that word. It was why one customer stood out. A man, or maybe it wasn't a man, a figure that looked like death had entered the Lucky Kitty today. They purchased a bottle of sake and sat down in a back corner away from everyone else, including the entertainment. It wasn't that the Kittens were eager to approach him, but still, it was an odd behavior to hold for such an establishment, one where people came to "interact".
But he sat there. Drinking. Alone. His appearance, it was hard to discern whether he had seen Hell or he had come from there. Either way, it was clear that he was not someone to approach. It was why when he was approached, by another non-regular, that warning bells started to go off for the staff present. This was something that needed attention immediately. While that was happening, a female looking figure in a mask would approach the man.
"What a colorful place to pop up in... I left a message for your daddy "
The eyes, the unclosing, glaring, dead, eyes of the figure, a figure that was wrapped in bandages and a loose-fitting coat, would turn to the masked
"Oh come on cutie... you know we have business..."
The exposed teeth of the man started to move, letting out a faint sound that was hard to make out.
"Don't be shy, Crispy. I know who you are... or am I mistaken? Oh, no, you have those killer looks of your mother..."
It was at this time that the bandaged man would raise up, towering over the masked female. Two clashing presence of chakra would start to collide, like two opposing waves slamming into one another. At this time, their deadlocked glares would be separated as they would both snap their attention to a large group of armed men who had just entered the building. It would seem the "families" were prepared to deal with this matter and these two unwelcomed guests.
It would be on this day, or maybe it was night, that the once illustrious and prosperous location known as the Lucky Kitty would meet a grim fate. There would not be any eyewitnesses to what happened, but the 35 staff members and entertainers, the 15 members of "cleaners" and the two trouble makers would disappear in an instant. The Lucky Kitty would be found burned to the ground, damage to all the surrounding buildings. While now bodies would be found, gallons upon gallons of blood would be found. Most of this blood was merely splattered around the area, what had not been consumed by the flames, except a small portion of it had been used to write a warning, or maybe a calling card upon the ground; "RESURECTED IN BLOOD".
Even the most recent past could not be forgotten... chaos is here as well.