Deep shit, man. [p, mission]
Age : 26
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|Subject: Deep shit, man. [p, mission] Wed 10 Sep 2014, 4:49 am|| |
Turning over on his side, Mokuzai clenched the bag that was laying against the crevice of his right armpit. He pulled the bag closer to his body, sighing while remaining asleep from days of traveling. It was hard to live a life full of running and escaping the sights of some villages. It would drain any one that took the time to figure out where they would be sleeping next. It wasn’t the life that anyone should live, even Mokuzai had the thoughts of taking his own life here and there. At least it would give him a place where he would be able to stay permanently. Seemed a bit depressing, doesn’t it? To think that death would be a better life than actually living and breathing. If that doesn’t show his mentality and how he went on every day, then he wouldn’t be able to pin-point exactly what helped him get through the days.
Rolling on his back, Mokuzai’s neck got pinched between the bark of the tree which caused him to wake quickly and rose with his arms laying on top of his knees. “I’m up, I’m up.” He acted like he was talking to someone just so that he wouldn’t feel lonely anymore. Actually missing Yoi destroyed him mentally, but he was going to make everything right. He just had to. When he moved, the satchel to his right tipped to the side and out came five vials of multicolored liquid. He didn’t remember falling asleep with something to hold on to, but he didn’t really think too much into it. Mokuzai got up on the balls of his boots and headed towards the river nearby; it was one of many sources of cool liquid around him. It just happened to be the one that was near him and required minimal effort to get to.
With dipping his head into the water, Mokuzai remained on the ground with all fours pressing his full weight against the dampened earth. He slowly opened his eyes, allowing the wound on his cheek to get cleaned in the water he slowly awakened from the element brushing against his crown. It was the only way that he would be able to function for the rest of the day. He quickly pulled himself out of the water, allowing himself to take in some air for a few seconds while the palm of his right hand pushed back his darkened locks. There was no reason to let the cool water drip down his features more than they needed to. Once he was fully awake, Mokuzai grabbed the back of his coat, and pulled the edge to his face so that he could dry off his flesh. The stench of the gash on his cheek still made him a bit nauseous, but he would eventually get used to the scent over the course of the day. It was a common process that he was able to function with.
“Alright, let’s have a peek at this.” Mokuzai sprawled out on his stomach when he pulled the satchel near his face. The vials went back into the pack, allowing him to keep it all in order so that he wouldn’t be chasing them all around the hills and rivers. If they were colored like this, he was sure that they were important.
He tipped the satchel back towards his face, allowing him to get a view of a yellow slip of paper that was stuck between the case that held the vials and the sides of the bag. “Interestin’.” Mokuzai commented to himself when he pulled the slip of paper out. At least it wasn’t some trap that caused an explosion when the paper was pulled or he would have been really royally fucked. The paper was damp from the water staining the ink just a bit, but it was still readable.
“Mokuzai Kyuusaisha.” He grinned when he read his name. “That’s meeeeeeeeee!” He wiggled in excitement and laid on his back to continue the rest of the note:
“I’ve heard of your methods of taking out villages by one of my former colleagues. It’s pretty amazing how one single person, or in that case, two, could do over the course of one night. Now, I’m going to keep this one simple, and straight to the point with no bullshit in between. Inside the satchel that you awoke with, you’d find five vials of multi-colored liquids. I would hope you wouldn’t drink it, as you’ll die the moment that touches your lips. I want you to go near a local water plant, shouldn’t be too far from your position, and slip these vials inside the treatment equipment. You wouldn’t have to worry about too many shinobi, if any to get in your way. The only being there would be the child of the owner of the plant. He’s usually out playing near the bank. Take care of him as you will. Once you’re done, just leave the satchel where you obtained it, and walk away. Your payment will come to you the exact same way. Thank you for your time.”
Mokuzai looked at the end of the letter just to see if he would be able to find any sort of name to call this letter individual by. Yet, nothing remained at the end of the letter. At least from what he could tell. The ink was too splotched from the rain to actually make out any sort of name. “Well how odd.” Mokuzai’s eyes widened once he rolled back on his side, clenching his thighs together. “What if the guy touched me in my no-no square! The fuckin’ perv!” He rapidly got on his feet with the satchel around his shoulders. The simple thought of being fondled in his sleep wasn’t doing it for him. The thing he hated the most were pervs(Al though he was one just a tiny bit).
All the water source in the area all rain through a larger bridge at the end of the main island, going underneath the steel complex so that it could be filtered and put out into the minor villages surrounding the perimeter for a few hundred miles. Whoever this anon person was that gave him the contract really had something against the villages surrounding the area. But it wasn’t his mission to find out who gave him this. Mokuzai was just thinking about how much he would be able to make it rain once he came into contact with the cash.
Age : 26
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|Subject: Re: Deep shit, man. [p, mission] Wed 10 Sep 2014, 5:58 am|| |
|Mokuzai’s weight on the road underneath him caused indentions to form from his boots. With them not being too heavy, it allowed him to move a bit more at an angle and not have to worry about getting cut up when he had to trek through thick vegetation. “So pretty much walk in, dump this shit, mess with the kid and walk out? Doesn’t seem too difficult. Is this some sort of insult in my line of work? The bastard..bastardette? Did have some neat hand writin’ in the letter.” It was so easy for him to get distracted from the task at hand the longer that he remained with himself. He’s kind of developed a secondary personality so that he would be able to carry conversations with himself in case he did get bored while traveling. It was the perks of being alone. No one was there to judge on how you get tasks done. Especially when it came to more of the darker ideals. Mokuzai’s focus slowly turned to the bridge that he saw in the horizon. Even the water was starting to become more and slimmer when the mouth of the river started to cave inwards towards the treatment center. At least he was hoping it was that structure. It would be a shame to poison the wrong place; he’s cruel, but he doesn’t want to be wrongfully cruel to people. He just follows the contract that he’s given to a ‘T’ and that’s that. Work is work, and someone has to do it when given the chance.|
Low and behold he saw a child playing near the water in front of the plant. He didn’t seem too old, at least 5 or 6. The child was still small and giggling once Mokuzai came up close enough so he could hear the laughter come in and out of his ears. It did disturb him that the letter did say to do something with the child, but what could he do? “What did bastardette mean when she said to take care of him as well?” Mokuzai had a better thought process when he was thinking about a woman commanding him to do these things. It almost got him excited enough to actually think things through for once. Having a woman as a commander-in-chief, or any woman’s attention at that, would give him the means to do what he wanted. He didn’t crave the touch of a female, but it did help if they had soft skin. Yet again, he was getting distracted by those little vain thoughts. He just wasn’t on his grove today at all.
The child stepped away from the water to take a good look over Mokuzai when he started to approach the side of the river that fed into the building. Who wouldn’t look at Mokuzai with the same odd expression? He even looked at himself with disgust at some times with the bandages on his facial map. They didn’t help accent his more positive features at all. (if there were any to being with.)
“Who are you, mister?” The child spoke up while playing with his wooden airplane in his grasp. His voice wasn’t shaken or nervous, in fact, it was quite the opposite. It was cheerful, and bubbly. Greeting even. Mokuzai didn’t expect the child to be so welcoming to strangers, yet he still had an urge to do what the papers suggested. He didn’t want to miss out on every source of paychecks. The broker could have ninja surrounding the area just to see if he follows instructions to receive full payment. Kind of risky, but smart at the same time. Mokuzai had to give it to this contract dealer that he was working with. They had this whole plan thought out all the way to the poisoning. The only thing Mokuzai would have to worry about would be hiding the body of the child once he got rid of the breath that came from his nostrils.
He was going to do it. He had to. There was no way that he was going to ignore such a request. “Ah. Just a passerby.” He winked towards the kind when he gripped the strap of the satchel that draped over his shoulder loosely. His upper body tightened once he started to breathe in slowly. He just couldn’t ignore it any longer. Maybe if he took care of this first, he would be able to finish the rest of the mission with much ease. With a sigh, Mokuzai placed the satchel beside the edge of the road when he started to slowly approach the child with his hands behind his back, and a whistling tune coming from his lips. “What’cha doin’?” He spoke with a kind tone back towards the kid. The best way to get near someone was to act kind, right? So he would do just that. The kinder he was, the better chances he would be able to get a hold of the child. Just when he was about to get near the boy, he heard a woman’s voice come from inside the water treatment plant. “Yoirichi! It’s almost lunch time!”
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|Subject: Re: Deep shit, man. [p, mission] Wed 10 Sep 2014, 6:39 am|| |
| “Fuck. Not now. How could they not include the female in the plant? Do they not want me to take her out as well?” Mokuzai started to converse with the other personality that showed itself to him a few days ago. “I don’t know, Mokuzai. Just keep on going as planned. Work your way inside and see where it goes from there, alright?” |
Mokuzai nodded to himself when he turned to give his optics a peek towards the bridge up behind the duo. He needed to see what it was like in there, so why not give it a little bitty peek?
“Ah, I gotta eat! But I’ll be back later, ok?” Yoiricihi started to walk away when the image of Yoi came into position of Mokuzai’s eye. Why was Yoi’s figure pestering Mokuzai’s thoughts? Why out of all the times, did he come now? Was it because Moku was still in mourning and grieving the death of his sibling? “Ah, yeah yeah. No worries. I’ll just get back to leavin’.” Mokuzai stated with more silent tone in his voice. He didn’t want to give away any of the plans that he had, they were actually pretty simple to begin with, yet he was already thinking like they were the hardest things to go out and do. He’s done much worse than poison and murder a child. He’s went in and attacked a village and killed civilians before. How was this any different?
Mokuzai pressed his shoulders back against the treatment plants walls with the satchel pressed against his stomach from the strap getting trapped between his body and the concrete. With a few quick and well placed handseals, Mokuzai blended in with the concrete to become invisible. His whole structure blended in with the wall as he moved across the area to the door the led underneath the bridge and straight into the filtration system. The woman must have been the main worker here, so she brought her son to be near her when work needed her. It seemed pretty legit once Mokuzai started to think it through.
The nukenin had an idea that he needed to take care of before actually going through with this plan any further. In case the woman saw him standing outside, Mokuzai needed to place another ‘him’ out there just so that the woman wouldn’t be getting any ideas on where he would be headed. Still invisible, Mokuzai cracked his head to the right when he finished the quick branch of handseals.
Ebony wood started to protrude from the right side of Mokuzai, branching off into an arch and slowly form on the ground. Legs started to gain shape with the clothes slowly starting to appear on the figure. It was the second time that Mokuzai even got the chance to use this technique since teaching himself to do this, and it was mighty impressive to say the least. It allowed him to work in two ways, and get to land decent tactics on his enemies if everything were to go as he expected them to.
The clone matched Mokuzai to all the smaller details. Even the scar was formed. He still couldn’t get over how impressed he was with the clone that he was able to produce with his darkened material. The ‘Mokuclone’ went to stand by the bank of the river and look pretty. That was basically the only reason he would be using this clone for. Just as a simple and mild distraction.
With the clone now in place, Mokuzai entered the room of the bridge with the loud volume of water rushing through the area. Since he had lose the light step that he once had, he wouldn’t complain about being able to hide his footwork in the echoing noise of water entering and exiting a room. He couldn’t sense anyone in the area, so that just made it a bit easier for him to do this in a quick and clean fashion. The faster that he would get this done, the better the payment would possibly be; that was his main goal. The money spoke largely to him, he would be able to actually eat and sleep in places when he would be able to have the chance to. With a quick sprint by the wall, Mokuzai approached the filters that laid on top as the water ran through them. Placing the satchel on top of the cold stone that the water ran through, he uncorked each and every vial; not really knowing what to do next. He didn’t get instructions on how to go about this, so he took all the vials and poured it over the actual filters, watching the liquid go down the side of the pipes and into containers to the sides.
He didn’t know if he did it correctly, but the first part of the job was complete. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about that for much longer.
The water covered his steps once again when he exited the side of the building back to his placement. Thinking back to the letter, it did say to deal with the child as he saw fit. It didn’t necessarily mean to kill him. “I’ll just..” Before he even could complete the thought, the child came sprinting back outside with the airplane noises coming from his direction. It was actually quite tame on how Mokuzai smiled behind his bandages. He just didn’t have the stomach to kill a child, at least not this one. He looked too much like Yoi to even make a move or threat with his words.
“Surprised you’re still here!” The child laughed for a second when he approached the bank once again and sat on the edge. In that position, Mokuzai started to lose it in his mind. All he could see was Yoi doing that exact same thing and asking when they are going to settle down and actually stop running. He just had to get out of there. He got the main part of the contract done, so this child was purely his call.
Yet his call started to get drowned in the voice occupying Mokuzai’s mind. “Just do it swiftly, Mokuzai. You can walk away with more cash.” He gritted his teeth while walking to the side of the child, bringing up his finger to his mouth just to bite enough to get some blood exposed from his flesh. He would make it look like he was biting his nails instead, just so that the child wouldn’t get any suspicion on what was going to happen shortly thereafter. With the blood running down his finger and to his palm, he started to draw the small symbol just behind the child so that the moment he turned, he would literally fall into the trap. This was so that Mokuzai wouldn’t have to watch the child suffer once he walked away. It was a quick and simple death, but hard on Mokuzai’s mind.
“I’m just about to leave actually. Just enjoyin’ the view.” He couldn’t believe how easy this child was at meeting people. Yet another aspect of Yoi that Yoirichi had. Mokuzai was just causing harm to himself the longer he stayed in the area. Once the seal was done, Mokuzai stood up to brush himself off with his sleeves. “I need to get goin’ though. I’ll come back and enjoy the view once again here soon.” He had some pity in his voice tone, but he needed to quickly drop it.
Once he turned his back on the child, Mokuzai shut his eyes tightly, taking off sprinting just so that he wouldn’t have to hear the shriek of the child once he fell in the trap of Mokuton spears at the bottom. Activating the seal as he ran, Mokuzai still heard the slow ‘yelp’ of the child, even the gurgle of blood was loud enough to pierce Mokuzai’s senses. Once he saw a patch of trees, he dove in the middle of the bushes, laying on his right side while pulling up his legs to his chest.
Tears came from his eyes, yet he remained angered. Was this the emotions that he kept bottled up this whole time? Was this the real Mokuzai? His eyes grew darker in tint and narrow in view while he slowly started to dust himself off from the dirt and plants sticking to his clothes.
His view on life had changed and he was going to act on it.
|Subject: Re: Deep shit, man. [p, mission] || |
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