Children, Children Everywhere [Mission]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]hey did you know you're knockin' 364 --- --- made by akemi Iku was not happy. Actually, that was a bit of an understatement. Iku was pretty pissed off. For once, it wasn't because of her hair or outfit - no, the appearance gods had gifted her with perfect hair, perfect makeup, and the perfect dress to compliment it - a replacement for the one that a certain brunette had spilled grape juice all over. So she looked damn good today, if she said so herself. And she did, loudly, while her sister - the lucky bitch - was still asleep. No, she was pissed off because of the mission she had been assigned today. That was the reason she was up so early. For once, it didn't involve farm animals or picking vegetables or anything like that - in fact, she wasn't even going to be outside for most of it, thus the fairly fancy dress. It was much worse than that: she had to watch a daycare full of children for an entire day. And sure, one or two employees were going to be there to help, but... it still sucked. Iku hated children; she and Kazue had been downright terrible before they graduated - they'd literally almost killed each other at one point - and so she had a rather negative view of the way kids acted. At least they weren't shinobi in training. Then she really would have had her hands full. But civilian kids were worse, in a few ways. They were stickier, for one, and they tended to get hurt pretty easily, and they were sticky, and didn't know how to behave, and they were sticky. Shaking her head, Iku headed downstairs and left, slamming the door behind her. When she arrived at the daycare, Iku was met by a haggard-looking woman that couldn't have been more than twenty-five. "Are you the genin we hired?" She looked incredibly relieved when Iku nodded. "Thank god. I hope you can keep up with all the kids better than we can." "How many kids are there?" Iku asked hesitantly. "About twenty-five, and more will probably get dropped off later." the woman answered. Iku's face fell. Two dozen kids. Great. hips with a killer queen?

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]hey did you know you're knockin' 407 --- --- made by akemi This was hell, Iku decided after about an hour. As soon as she had made her entrance, she had been practically bowled over by a bunch of children who thought shinobi were really cool and wanted to hear about how much ass she'd kicked - of course, they didn't phrase it like that, but close enough. The woman who had answered the door had advised her to humor them, and so she'd been telling stories since then. And to be honest, after an hour, she had run out of good stories where she was the one kicking ass, instead of getting her ass kicked. Telling them about the really gory things, or the inappropriate for kids things, or the things that sent her into a rage where she was likely to curse worse than a drunken sailor... Well, those stories were being avoided. Unfortunately, she had a lot of those stories. She was nearing the end of the most recent story she had, and then... well, the kids were going to be really disappointed because she planned on extricating herself from the situation as quickly as possible. "So, she'd knocked me on my butt, and was standing over me with her huge scythe, cackling like she'd gone nuts. I noticed my staff was just within reach, and I managed to get a hold of it while she wasn't paying attention, and then I smacked her in the face with it. That got her attention, for sure!" Iku chuckled. "Then I got off the ground and tried to get her again, but she nearly sliced my staff in half! I dropped it and rushed her, and punched her in the face. She was so mad later, it was hilarious. End of story. I don't have any more good ones, so..." Their disappointment was immediately evident, but then one little girl raised her hand and spoke. "Miss Iku, you're the prettiest ninja I've ever seen. Why are you so pretty and they aren't?" Her face lit up. Now that was a wonderful topic of discussion, one that she could go on about for hours upon hours. "Well, at the base of it all is god-given talent - I mean, not everyone can be this good-looking." The other workers were listening, and chuckled when they heard that. Iku shot them a haughty glare before continuing. "Now, as I was saying..." hips with a killer queen?

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]hey did you know you're knockin' 451 --- --- made by akemi "Most shinobi don't take care of themselves properly - they think, well, they're going to get kind of beat up in this line of work, so why bother looking good? And sometimes, they're right to just ignore their appearance, most people have little to work with anyway, so it doesn't have much of an effect." Perhaps she was being a little arrogant, but really, most shinobi weren't all that attractive. Especially the older ones, like her sensei - he wasn't even thirty, but he'd lost any semblance of hotness he'd ever had already. "When you have god-given awesome like I do, it's very important to take care of yourself. I mean, my hair didn't get this long and wavy because of neglect. I spend hours brushing it every day, and I only use the best shampoo and conditioner. It takes a huge dent out of my pay, but it's worth it." Her hair was her pride and joy, falling down past her knees, all shiny and awesome. "You also have to moisturize your skin properly, so it stays soft instead of getting all rough. I mean, I bruise pretty easily because I don't have tough skin, but that's alright. Oh, and you don't want to go too heavy on the makeup, that's just nasty. Enough to enhance your natural beauty a little is all you need. No woman ever looks good if she does her face like a clown." It took another hour or so for her to finish on her little explanation. All the boys that had been in her audience for the ninja stories had long since wandered off, but the little girls were entranced. "So there you go: Yasui Iku's guide on how to be gorgeous! And let me assure you, little ladies, it works. Oh, it works." "Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Iku?" "Do I - of course I do. And trust me, he is one fine man." Grinning, she launched into a description of the most recent boy to catch her attention, Hoozuki Kuro. So maybe they weren't actually dating or anything, but he definitely liked her as much as she liked him, so. The worker who had introduced her to the kids tapped her on the shoulder, startling her a little. "There are some parents waiting for their little girls out there. Day's over, dear. You can go home now." Iku hadn't realized so much time had passed. "Awesome!" And she was out of there almost faster than the woman could blink. Maybe this day hadn't been so bad, but she still didn't like children. hips with a killer queen?