It always helped when your enemies did not actually know where you lived.
It was all so simple; he'd gone to every government institution and changed his address and his workplace to an abandoned warehouse, renovated the place a little to make the claim plausible, and now he was kidnapped in this warehouse instead of his pub. No harm, no foul!
Except for the fact that he was captured. Yeah, that was sort of a harm. Little bit of foul there. He looked around the place. He actually forgot to check the blueprints and had no idea where he would even go if he broke loose. More harm, more foul. It was kind of funny to him: his plan had even backfired a bit, because he was never able to make contact with the bounty hunter hired to assist him and the bloke had missed the memo on the fake addresses. Well, those must be the drugs kicking in, Shinbatsu thought. His eyelids got heavy. Whateeeeeeeeeeever.
...
Where the Hell were his robes, and where was his shirt?
He tried really hard to open his eyes to figure out what was going on, and he vaguely recognized the carcass of the red monster splattered against one of the walls. What on Ninpocho was going on? He figured he would be dead by now... Where was her shirt? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah, this was too much to take in right now. His eyelids got heavy again, and before long he saw and knew no more.
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She was so close to him. They were both naked. It was a bed. She felt so soft... He ran his hand against her cheek, and she broke through her sleep to smile at him, and everything was so perfect, her skin was so perfect, her face was so perfect, why did everybody have to die...
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"Shinbatsu! SHINBATSU!"
The Chuunin snapped out of his daydream. Oh, right. He was captured, kidnapped, whatever. They wanted to know where he kept his stashes. Naturally, because they wanted to burn them or whatever. He considered answering them as he slipped his arms free and got up and began flexing his wrists, but then he remembered that they were terrorists. And this wasn't even his actual store, so he couldn't. He smiled at them. The red one nearly shat itself in terror as it started running away.
Some things just had to be done. They were cooked. He got back to the store and cooked the bounty hunter, too, and took his bounty off him. Hopefully Suna wouldn't hear about that. That was kind of bad. But Shinbatsu was kind of running out of money, and he loved women. Wait, did he just think that? Yeah, he did. A frown came upon his face as he really realized what he'd done. His day dream had seemed so real, and now he was wishing it really was real. He missed love, and he was nearing the forty mark. Depression came upon him as he realized what his thoughts had really been about: he really didn't want to die alone.
MFT
It was all so simple; he'd gone to every government institution and changed his address and his workplace to an abandoned warehouse, renovated the place a little to make the claim plausible, and now he was kidnapped in this warehouse instead of his pub. No harm, no foul!
Except for the fact that he was captured. Yeah, that was sort of a harm. Little bit of foul there. He looked around the place. He actually forgot to check the blueprints and had no idea where he would even go if he broke loose. More harm, more foul. It was kind of funny to him: his plan had even backfired a bit, because he was never able to make contact with the bounty hunter hired to assist him and the bloke had missed the memo on the fake addresses. Well, those must be the drugs kicking in, Shinbatsu thought. His eyelids got heavy. Whateeeeeeeeeeever.
...
Where the Hell were his robes, and where was his shirt?
He tried really hard to open his eyes to figure out what was going on, and he vaguely recognized the carcass of the red monster splattered against one of the walls. What on Ninpocho was going on? He figured he would be dead by now... Where was her shirt? Yeaaaaaaaaaaah, this was too much to take in right now. His eyelids got heavy again, and before long he saw and knew no more.
...
She was so close to him. They were both naked. It was a bed. She felt so soft... He ran his hand against her cheek, and she broke through her sleep to smile at him, and everything was so perfect, her skin was so perfect, her face was so perfect, why did everybody have to die...
...
"Shinbatsu! SHINBATSU!"
The Chuunin snapped out of his daydream. Oh, right. He was captured, kidnapped, whatever. They wanted to know where he kept his stashes. Naturally, because they wanted to burn them or whatever. He considered answering them as he slipped his arms free and got up and began flexing his wrists, but then he remembered that they were terrorists. And this wasn't even his actual store, so he couldn't. He smiled at them. The red one nearly shat itself in terror as it started running away.
Some things just had to be done. They were cooked. He got back to the store and cooked the bounty hunter, too, and took his bounty off him. Hopefully Suna wouldn't hear about that. That was kind of bad. But Shinbatsu was kind of running out of money, and he loved women. Wait, did he just think that? Yeah, he did. A frown came upon his face as he really realized what he'd done. His day dream had seemed so real, and now he was wishing it really was real. He missed love, and he was nearing the forty mark. Depression came upon him as he realized what his thoughts had really been about: he really didn't want to die alone.
MFT