Yasui Iku
Mist Ninja
Seven Swordsman of the Mist [M:25380:2000:]
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Post by Yasui Iku on Aug 21, 2013 15:15:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]she looks like a teenage anthem she looks like she used to be happy with the girl inside she looks so bored sometimes and she has that super pale skin and those soft green eyes she looks like she could have been happy in a better life i tell myself the same damn thing everything will be alright -- Coconut and grapefruit? Sounded like a pretty disgusting combination. But that comment was pretty irrelevant right now, and since Fuku was talking to him again, Iku went back to just listening and finishing up with the contract. Some of the stuff she had highlighted was likely to piss off the swordsman - Youkou was being kind of ridiculous, in her opinion. And to not even know everything about his weird new fruit... Yeah, that was kind of sketchy. Why would someone want to stand behind a product that they didn't even know everything about?
Iku was beginning to believe that Youkou really was up to something. He was acting pretty suspicious - not like a professional with nothing to hide, at the very least. But he did have answers for all of Fuku's questions, so either he was telling the truth about everything or he'd rehearsed answers - the latter was starting to seem more likely.
When Fuku threatened the younger man, and all the workers suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked ready to fight him... Well, that was kind of incriminating, in her opinion. Surely they didn't all like Youkou so much that they were willing to die for him - it was too practiced, too perfect and efficient. And thus, pretty damn suspicious. Still, they couldn't really do anything but threaten Youkou until their suspicions were confirmed, right? Fuku seemed like he would snap on the man the next time he said something the swordsman didn't like.
And damn, Fuku was scary as hell. Until he broke her free of the stupor induced by his killing intent, she had felt like she was certainly going to die - and she hadn't even done anything wrong. So she imagined that it was even worse for the other people... not that she was sympathetic towards them at all. If you were dumb enough to be dishonest to one of Kiri's finest, you deserved to shit your pants in fear. Unfortunately, Youkou seemed to have some experience in dealing with killing intent, able to shrug it off on his own. Just for that, Iku wanted to kick him in the balls. But she probably wouldn't get the chance.
Then they moved back outside, for a tour that was certainly bound to be pretty boring... Unless Fuku discovered something illegal and chopped the guy's head off, anyway. That would be... uh, interesting. To say the least. words: 411 tags: fuku notes: 3832/4500 lyrics: amphetamine by everclear credit: akemi of btn |
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Hayate Fuku
Mist Ninja
Seven Swordsman of the Mist [M:16710:17500:]
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Post by Hayate Fuku on Aug 21, 2013 17:52:15 GMT -5
--- Things seemed to calm down a little more now. Fuku was absolutely fine with that. Yōkō ran some fingers through his hair as he exited the door. Fuku would've done the same himself but heck; no hair. Thankfully, Yōkō seemed to understand and turned to face them. "Three main areas. Living quarters-" he pointed over to what seemed to look like a barracks. It was a shallow grey and looked more like a bomb shelter than anything else. "The storage room." again, another point- and it looked like another farmhouse. Fuku would definitely be taking a little look at all of that later. No big problem. "and of course, the farm." he didn't need to point that out as it looked more like a hangar than anything. The metal doors were wide open, allowing you to see the neatly aligned rows of stalks- and little brown things emanating from it. "We have farms in the outdoors all around us producing the safer, more well known stuff that you people eat. A guaranteed money maker."
Fuku nodded. This was going okay. The next hour or so was spent having a look around, with many more interesting moments- Fuku almost biting the head off a worker, tasting some of the fruit which didn't actually taste so bad to Fuku, allowing Fuku to prowl around by himself and when he returned, seeing Iku with a blush on her face from some ungodly reason. It was all pretty okay, and Fuku couldn't sense anything suspicious.
And there he stood, hands crossed against his own body. He put out a visceral hand, Yōkō knew the signal and put out his own hand- and gave it a firm shake. "I can understand if you're nervous. But you're nervous for the wrong reasons. I'm going to sign the contract now. Kirigakure blesses you." Fuku turned and borrowed Iku's back to sign the document. Handing over a couple of sheets of paper. "Your copy." and then folded up his own and placed it in his flak jacket. "and mine. Also, you don't need to many guards. This place is under our protection." Yōkō's face stiffened, but yet seemed relaxed. "Why thank you, Fuku-san! It will be an honour to serve Kirigakure no Sato. And many thanks to you too, young lady." his face seemed beaming.
Fuku turned and began to leave- regardless of Iku was going to stay or not but doubted she would stray far from his path. "You done alright. Well done." Fuku spoke as they were finally out of sight, Fuku changed back into his normal human form again.
"Fucking paperwork."
He hated it.
-Unfused with Samehada -56% chakra 4587 words/4500
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Yasui Iku
Mist Ninja
Seven Swordsman of the Mist [M:25380:2000:]
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Post by Yasui Iku on Aug 21, 2013 19:53:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]she looks like a teenage anthem she looks like she used to be happy with the girl inside she looks so bored sometimes and she has that super pale skin and those soft green eyes she looks like she could have been happy in a better life i tell myself the same damn thing everything will be alright -- The tour started out pretty boring, in her opinion - the most interesting part was when Youkou ran his hands through his hair. Iku wasn't all that fond of the man, but god, his hair... If she could have stolen it, just pulled it off his head and taken it home with her, she would have. Not that she would say that out loud, of course - Youkou would probably just laugh at her and she knew Fuku would tease her about it all the way back home. If she got an opportunity - say, if Fuku went to check something on his own and left the girl alone with the farmer - she was determined to ask him about the products he used, though.
The living quarters didn't look very pleasant - not that she thought the guy would shove all his employees and subordinates into a shitting little building, because she doubted he'd have so many of them if he did. But the building didn't look like a place she'd want to live. Of course, she was never going to be working on a farm and picking whatever they grew that wasn't the weird hybrid fruit that she still thought sounded nasty. The storage didn't really interest her - not as much as it interested Fuku, anyway. And the farm where they were growing the special fruit... well, it was a farm with special fruit in it, what else was there to really say about it? Probably a lot, honestly.
After that, things took a more interesting turn - she couldn't help but laugh at the poor worker that nearly stepped on Fuku's tail and screamed and called him a shark monster. The swordsman had nearly flipped his shit on him - and while that would have been really funny to watch, it wouldn't have exactly made a good impression on anyone. The man had run away, and it wouldn't surprise the girl if he had nightmares about Fuku mauling him later. It wasn't exactly nice of her to think it so funny, but she couldn't help it. The worker had made quite the fool of himself.
Then they had gotten to taste some of the hybrid fruit. Iku took one bite and wrinkled her nose. "If you can engineer a new species of fruit, surely you can engineer a better taste for it." she muttered under her breath. It wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be, but it was definitely... different, and not in a good way. Maybe it was just because she hated both types of fruits it had been made from, coconuts and grapefruit, but she thought it was pretty nasty. "Looks like fruit, tastes like a pile of shit." Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad - but if she said 'oh, it's okay,' that would have been a bigger lie, so she went with the other option. Maybe that would inspire him to change it.
And then Fuku went off to search the buildings and scare the workers shitless on his own for a while, leaving Iku with Youkou. Her opportunity had arrived. "So, Youkou... what kind of products do you use on your hair? It looks really soft."
The man chuckled, but explained that he didn't use much product at all. He was either lying or naturally gifted, and Iku wasn't sure which. She narrowed her eyes at him, but he just shrugged. "That's the truth, Iku-san. Would you like to feel how soft it is?"
The girl nodded, and Youkou leaned down so she could reach his hair - oh, the problems of being a short person. Iku ran her hands through it. "Ooh. It really is soft."
A nearby worker saw the interaction and laughed. "Youkou-sama, what a player! Don't you think she's a little young?"
Youkou denied that he had any interest in her - and oh, he had damn well better not - and Iku turned bright red. After that, they just stood there, Iku refusing to say anything or even look at him. What was wrong with people, automatically assuming that just because she was touching his gorgeous hair, he was laying the moves on her? And what made them think she would fall for it? She had way better taste than that. Her Sherbet Head was the perfect guy for her - a little taller, but not too tall, he had an attractive attitude, and his hair was fun to play with - and she would never cheat on him with anyone, not even an older guy with awesome hair. Nope.
Fuku returned shortly after. He shot an inquisitive look her way but there was no way in the seven levels of hell she was going to tell him what happened, and a glare at Youkou assured his silence too - even though she knew she couldn't really intimidate him, she was sure he was a little too embarrassed to say anything about it to Fuku.
She nearly rolled her eyes when Fuku decided to set the contract on her back to sign it. Apparently, he hadn't found any drugs or anything while he was snooping around - and that was good, because although Youkou was kind of annoying, she didn't think he deserved to die or anything. But really, couldn't he have used a tree or the side of a building or something? He'd mussed her hair! Stupid shark man.
She was quick to follow said shark man, though. They were finally on their way back home. "Thanks, Fuku." Iku grinned. "This mission was... enlightening, I guess." She had definitely learned a thing or two from it - one of those things being that it was unwise to make shark jokes at Fuku, which was the thing mostly likely to save her ass in the near future. words: 986 tags: fuku notes: 4818/4500 lyrics: amphetamine by everclear credit: akemi of btn |
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