While the Wife's Away... [Mission]

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said Iku had received notice of her mission for the day by way of a chunin messenger. She was surprised to find that a set of keys and a handwritten note fell out of the envelope when she tore it open and shook it. Quickly, she scanned the mission details - aww, how sweet. The mission was from a man who had just recently married his sweetheart - and she was already pregnant! And she was having a hard time keeping their house tidied up - he'd done the best he could, but he decided it would be better to take her on a relaxing honeymoon/vacation, and hire a genin to make their house look perfect so she wouldn't have to clean the place up when they got back. The handwritten note explained all of that, and gave directions to the couple's house - it also said that a specific list of things to do would be placed on the kitchen table for her to find. Well, how hard could this be? It was just a little bit of housecleaning. Surely it wouldn't take long, and she'd have time for some shopping later. Or, well, she could train... but she'd spent all of yesterday training, and she hadn't had a good shopping trip in weeks, so... The choice was pretty easy to make. But, if she had time and energy after shopping, she supposed she could train. So maybe her priorities were still a little screwed up - but one couldn't just change completely overnight, you know. It took time and effort and the willpower to suppress the urge to spend two hours making her hair look perfect. She looked over the directions and - surprise, surprise - found that the couple's house was on the opposite side of the freaking village. Of course it was. Iku swore under her breath, tied her hair into a ponytail, and headed out of the house. Even though it was prudent for a shinobi to carry at least one weapon on them at all times, her ninjato remained in its sheath in her bedroom. Seriously, she was cleaning a freaking house. How much danger would she really face? Attack of the wild house plants? She snorted. That would be a good one. Or maybe they had a particularly vicious cat. She was so terrified. The walk was dreadfully long, but she arrived at the house eventually, and - whoa. Well. Um. Maybe this was going to be a little more difficult than she had anticipated. Apparently, the guy had forgotten to mention that his house was practically a mansion. This was just great. It was going to take her ages to clean that whole place... Oh, man. Iku swore again, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. It looked even bigger now that she was inside it. She hated this job already. There was a long line of light switches to the left of the door. Iku figured she'd just flip them all and see what happened, and - wow, those lights were bright, good god, why would anyone need such bright lights? "Now I really understand why a pregnant lady can't clean this place. It's fucking ridiculous." Heading into the kitchen, she snatched the list off the table and scanned it. "Pfft. I only have to clean the living room and the entire fucking second floor. Only. Fucking rich bastards, hire a damn maid, not a genin." words: 577/1500 | tags: - - - | notes: - - - | credit: akemi of btn

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said The note said that there were cleaning supplies in the side closet next to the first bathroom off the main hall. And how many bloody bathrooms were there, hmm? How many bathrooms did two freaking people need?! This was ridiculous. Iku shoved the list into her pocket and trudged down the hallway, yanked open the closet, dug through a stack of fluffy white towels, and eventually found the cleaning supplies. She took them into the living room and got started. The dusting was a pain in the ass - she had to rummage around in their closets until she found a step ladder. Ugh. Stupid vertically challenged self. This was so, so dumb. Eventually, all the dust had been, well, dusted, and then she had to clean the windows... how did you even get smudges at the top of those things? Could these fuckers fly or something? Whatever. After that, there were plants to water, and that was it for the living room. Iku headed up the stairs, still grumbling under her breath, lugging the supplies and the step ladder with her - she was sure she would need it. "Not only do I have to dust every freaking room and clean all the windows, but I have to scrub their fucking toilets too?! And make sure that there's no trash in the trash cans? Hmmph. I hate cleaning." She decided it would go faster if she did all the dusting, then all the windows, then the toilets and the garbage - instead of doing everything one room needed done at one time, she could do, like, rotations - dust every room on one rotation, clean all the windows the next rotation, you get it. "...I wonder how many rooms there are up here." The note hadn't said how many, just that she had to clean them all. "Probably freaking two dozen of them or something, with my shitty luck." She snatched up the feather duster and dragged the ladder behind her as she stormed into the first room, a spare bedroom with a queen-sized canopy bed. It looked like it had once belonged to a little kid - or would belong to a little kid someday. Maybe the couple was setting up a room for the kid they were going to have in six months to use when he or she was older. She started dusting, making sure to get all the nooks and crannies and assorted spaces, and perhaps she started rummaging through the chest of drawers to see if there was anything interesting, like gender-specific baby clothes or something. But no, they were empty, so she stuck the feather duster in them just in case. Squinting at the large window, Iku decided that there weren't enough smudges or anything for her to have to bother with a real thorough cleaning when she got around to that. It was clear that people didn't come in this room very often at all. A bathroom was next - in fact, it was connected to the bedroom. She did a quick dust and then moved on, trying to avoid thinking about scrubbing the toilets later. Yuck. Next came a completely empty room - it had a window, but literally nothing else, not even a light. Honestly, it was kind of creepy. Iku dusted it hastily, eyed the window and decided that it was fine the way it was, and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her. words: 1153/1500 | tags: - - - | notes: - - - | credit: akemi of btn

[Yasui Iku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] and i decided i was never coming down i try to laugh about it now but isn't it funny how everything works out i guess the joke's on me, she said Then there was another bedroom, though it was bigger than the first - it looked large enough to be the master bedroom, except there was just a tiny twin-sized bed and a bunch of dusty furniture that looked like it hadn't seen the light of day in twenty years. It kind of smelled like mothballs and some other gross thing that she couldn't quite identify. The windows were gross, too. Great. She'd have to make a return trip to the room of shitty scents later on. Another bathroom - which looked identical to the first - was next, and at the very end of the hall, it looked like there was another family room, only this one was lined with bookshelves and had a few tables pushed together in the center. It looked like someone might have used it as a study at one point in time, or maybe some parents had home-schooled civilian children there. For the first time, Iku wondered just how long this house had been here, and who had lived in it before. Hm. She finished the rooms on the other end of the floor - another bedroom, what looked like a smaller version of the kitchen downstairs, and another totally empty room, which was even creepier than the first. Seriously, why were those there, and why didn't they have anything in them? There was enough clutter she'd had to pick up and put away to fill both of those rooms... so why wasn't there anything there? Maybe people had been murdered there or something, so the rooms were haunted, and that was why no one wanted anything to do with them. Then it was time for the second go around, where she was supposed to clean all the windows. By the time she was halfway done with the first window, Iku had decided that she hated them. So she inspected each one before starting to clean it and made sure to only wipe off the smudges instead of doing the whole window. Yeah, so maybe it was kind of like cheating, but they wouldn't be able to tell she hadn't done anything to them. The toilets... Well, they were gross. Let's just leave it at that. Seriously. And finally, the trash. There really wasn't much - proving her theory about hardly anyone using the upper floor correct - and she was able to get rid of what there was with ease. Finally. She stuffed the step ladder and cleaning supplies back into their respective closets, wrote a nice little note congratulating the couple on their marriage and wishing them well with the baby, and got the fuck out of there. That had been the stupidest job ever. words: 1611/1500 | tags: - - - | notes: - - - | credit: akemi of btn