Hired Hands [Mission]

[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo’s eyes would look about as the early morning air rose, the dew and such rising as the high tide along the shore kicked in. Her body poised, almost as if she were ready to pounce on something itself while her eyes scanned and looked and watched. Today was the mission, her own unique format to which her straitjacketed body would have her steady with her arms hanging loose at her sides, her headband dangled around her neck as the tattooed body of her own would merely be standing there. It was just a steady watch of her eyes around here. Too steady, the day itself was far too risen as she would move her form up and down and looking about as with which she would pop her neck and only smile. Her green hair blowing in the breeze of the air, the way she steadied her form.

Watching in a formidable stature, the only probable nature as she would only gather a steady look and tranquil expression to her face. It was not unrest about her face but rather, this face was something more as she would inexplicably know what and where to do certain things about such a place as this. A breath in, and a breath out as she would wait on the individual who would join her on this mission. She had found herself having opened up an envelope saying she would be in a mission not even fourteen minutes ago. Her eyes on the doors to the place as she would only think in an interest of her own to which case she would steadily think on what to do. Her body moved to the entrance, and learned against this door as she would watch and await this individual to aid in this outing.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] Early mornings were always a pain in the ass, and no matter how many times the boy had gotten up at the crack of dawn it never came any easier. Whether this was a precursor of things to come or not was a mystery but he had neither the time nor the necessary brain power to worry about such things at the moment. Through his half-woken state the boy stumbled through his daily routine of getting dressed and eating, the allure of his bed waning with each passing moment yet still holding great influence over his actions. Today was mission day, unfortunately another D-rank but money in the bank none the less. A two person job from the details given though the name of the other person didn't ring a bell. With all things concerning his well being taken care of the Genin headed off towards the establishment that had requested his aid. Given the type of mission, Kuro had opted to leave his katana back at home to forgo any chance of losing it, or worse, getting it broken in non-combat. He had also left the Hozuki pendant strewn across his bed after the wise words from Fuku. While he had no issue with making his clan known it was better if people found out on their own right and not just seeing the clan symbol around his neck. The walk to the place was uneventful yet chilly as the sun had yet to rise far enough to begin warming the air. Why people requested help at such awful hours the boy would never understand and had this been some off the record type of deal Kuro may have had to reneged on helping altogether. While he didn't necessarily enjoy being able to see his breath the Hozuki much preferred cooler temperatures to heat, but a balance between the two never hurt. Dark hues came upon the building first, and more importantly, the assumed person that would be tagging along for such an endeavor. Perhaps this wasn't the right person as the woman seemed considerably older than himself. Could she have been a Chunin, or maybe a Jounin? Had the mission changed at the last moment? These and other various thoughts ran through his mind but no matter how much he contemplated there was only way to figure out the truth. A quick wave was given to gain the woman's attention as he continued to close the distance between them. "Yo, I didn't think a D-rank mission would need a Jounin to accompany me." He spoke, his tone a mixture between joking and curios.

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[Kaguya Jojo]

That joking and serious tone had dragged Jojo out of her daze, the very motion to speak to Jojo in itself meant that they were now in the right place and that her partner in all this was going to be another genin, but an individual thinking she was a Jounin. What was up with this village? Everyone thinking she was this all powerful being just drove her up the wall each time she heard something like it or similar to it. Her neck popping as she would sigh lightly, “I am just a genin little one, just a failure of a ninja is all.” She would modestly say as she would look him up and down. Her mind would memorize this boy, every feature this boy held about his body was definitely memorable as she would watch him approach her with that wave of his, the wave that which brought her mind to attention of the boy initially before he spoke. The calmness to the air followed by the breaking of it by the voice that followed. Jojo herself would merely look at the individual with slight interest and as she would have waved back, she definitely tried her best to clear up any misunderstandings.

The discussion of rank was a normal thing now, and as she would finish saying failure, she felt the door inside open, “Oh there you two are. One hour before opening time for our bar, indeed thank you. Now I do have uniforms in the back and today is going to be a fun day, cosplay day as this inn knows it. It is always the best money maker and I need both of you to do your best.” Jojo would gulp, cosplay just was not her thing and when this man said it, and her eyes had gotten wide. Jojo would shudder and would follow in as she would nod and follow the little man to the back, hopefully followed by the other individual. The little man, better known as ‘The Owner’ had lead the two of them to the dressing room and from their Jojo would look around at all the different outfits and feel weak in her legs. The little man looked at her and smiled, “Do pick one out that suits a fair maiden like you, granted with your bodily build it may be hard to find something tight enough but do your best.” As the man departed, she would look at the boy and back at the clothes. “Do we really have to do this?” She would ask, almost as if she were whining.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] Perhaps it was still far too early for his ears to be functioning correctly, did the woman really just say that she was a Genin? It'd be one thing if she had developed early, and to her credit she had developed in all of the right places, but to be as aged as she was (for a Genin at least), seemed extremely out of the ordinary. Granted, Kuro had heard of those older low ranking ninjas who had never quite gotten over the hump but assumed that after a certain point they would give up the shinobi life for something more suited to their talents, or lack there of in this case. Not this one, it seems. "Ah, my mistake." He replied with a sheepish grin. Now that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, the Hozuki would have been in the clear to begin his usual flirting with all things female, but that had taken quite the back seat since the whole Iku incident. Just thinking about it upset him, but that was neither here nor there for a mission needed to be completed. As if almost on cue the door swung open and out popped a small man who spoke about some kind of cosplay. If the boy remembered correctly that involved dressing up or something of the sort. Perhaps this was the wrong establishment as there was nothing in the mission details that mentioned having to dress up. Alas, it was too late to protest now and with a sigh the Genin followed the man and the other woman into the back room. What he saw next was an almost endless supply of costumes, each labeled and looking equally ridiculous. While the thought of dressing up and possibly being seen by someone he knew haunted him, the silver lining in all of this was possibly being able to see that woman in something more fitting of her assets. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all. "It seems so. I'm Kuro, by the way." He replied, forgoing any whining on his part less the both of them be miserable throughout the entire ordeal. As they had roughly an hour and still didn't know the layout of the place or how things worked little time could be wasted on picking out a costume. However, Kuro was going to be sure that he picked out a cool outfit at the very least. Going through the various racks the boy came across one labeled Deadpool which sounded pretty cool. Taking it off the rack he headed for the nearest bathroom to go change and in a couple minutes emerged in what was basically a glorified onesie. It was red with black patches around the shoulders and running up and down the sides. Not to mention the mask that made him look like a raccoon. Even if he did look stupid at least no one would be able to notice him. "Well, how do I look?" He joked to the woman as he attempted to pull out the suit in a few places for some breathing room.

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[Kaguya Jojo]

Jojo kept looking at all these different things, the individual and different capabilities of every single one of these different individual links. Jojo looked at each different standpoint of the links here as she would only smile and wonder. Her eyes looking at the outfit in its blue colors and such. All so in constraint with one another as she saw the boots and head gear and even wrist guards. She was stopped from looking at it when her eyes befell upon the individual accompanying her on this mission. Her eyes looking up and down his body as she would witness the reds and the mask. It was difficult for her to understand the look of such a uniform, and yet she would merely shake her head, “Like a demon hoping to carve someone in half.” She spoke almost judgingly in the fashion that the outfit she had seen him in was definitely not one for little children to get used to. Granted, when she had walked through the inn, she noticed that none of it looked very child friendly so perhaps it was the world of single adults that these two shinobi would be aiding for the day and such.

Jojo picked up her outfit, “and I am Jojo,” and went into the restroom, changing out of her straitjacket and folding it over to the side. Her undergarments holstered her as she looked at the clothing. It must have been made of some material that was form fitting because as she put it on, she felt it shrink to match her form but she was surprised about it. Her hands holding the wrist guards and putting them on, the spikes were intimidating enough. Granted the hundred lace boots were not that pretty to her but when meshed with the brown tights and the blue top, it almost seemed right. Lastly, she would ball up a portion of her hair, putting the hair ornament on her head to hold it up, her body seemed to look rather cute in such an outfit yet she felt more exposed in such an outfit as well. Jojo walked out of the rest room with her own clothing folded up and set to the side as she would look herself over, “Not my cup of tea but I think it will do.” She would say as she would twirl about and look at such an outfit. Her eyes on this outfit until the little man came in again.

He was dressed in a smaller, more like dwarfish, Santa elf costume, “Alright chop chop you two, no dilly dally. I assume you two know what service is and for that, I will need you two up in your top game. Our guests are waking up and so we will be doing what we can for them. You,” he would point at Jojo, “take the left wing, and you,” he would point at Kuro, “Take the right wing. I will be at the bar serving drinks there and when you have orders you come to me. Now, need I remind you that as a service industry you are not to treat any one guest more so than another is. With that, get a move on and lets go.” The impish man finished as Jojo could not help but feel her body even more exposed. She would look at Kuro once more and nod, “Good luck,” before she would hurry off to the other side, finding it soon to be filled with men in all shapes and then, with a heart sinking gulp, she would feel the chaos rising from the room.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] It certainly wasn't the response he was expecting but considering how strange this day had already turned out to be there was little room to be surprised anymore. Jojo, eh? An odd name though perhaps fitting for a much older Genin like herself. As the woman went to go change Kuro wondered just how crazy serving was going to be. Surely the only people who would venture into a place like this, at least on dress up day, were extremely odd in their own right and not in the good way. While the boy didn't so much care about receiving unwanted attention there was little in the way of stopping them from hounding on Jojo. She was filled out nicely and just from their single interaction a few moments ago he could tell that her attitude would be like a sheep to wolves. Dark hues scanned the woman as she came back into view dressed in what he could only describe as fighting ceremonial attire. The front was definitely the eye catcher while the long slits up either side left little to the imagination. It took great willpower for his jaw not to drop altogether, though it did open a tiny bit. "It's uh.. definitely something." He replied before the little man popped back into the room dressed as some kind of elf creature. Kuro couldn't help but snicker a bit, more so at how the costume fit him so well than anything. So it seemed there would be quite a few characters coming in today, though luckily their duties stopped at serving drinks which was a relief. The Hozuki returned the woman's glance and nodded as well before adding "Be safe." then walking to the left side of the establishment. He knew how excited men could get over a woman with fine assets, hell he had been one of them for most of his short life, and in a place such as this just about anything could happen. "So I was right." He muttered to himself as he looked around the room filled with strange creatures that could hardly be called men. Each and every one of them were dressed up in some odd costume and seemingly had little concept of the term inside voices. This was going to be a long day...

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[Kaguya Jojo]

Men, the worst degenerates of the world’s age. It was the day that which the server just was not the best occupation in such a case as she would only momentarily take her mental capacity into a gander of what she could possess. In such a manner of being, she could only stay true to her word as a ninja. Their orders for different drinks kept coming, all of which were far too much for what seemed to be any of what one individual could handle. Jojo would breath in a hyperventilation until finally calming herself, a deep breath until finally looking on and with which she would nod and smile with a bow to them all, “Very well then.” It was time to get started, her body moving with what seemed to be a passionate feeling about all of this as she would move through the crowds and with her hand holding a small server dish she would carry the drinks with it. Many just wanted beers, others wanted saké. Each and every one of them had a different order and yet she had easily found a way to move her body around. Adjusting herself to fit each order to the best availability.

Her calmness was then interrupted when she would be quite literally swept off her feet. An individual dressed as a knight as cheesy as it were, she would find herself falling backwards off her feet. Lifted she was, lifted into the bridal position as she would be blushing, her back flap falling downwards with the most adorable panty shot, instantly she would be blushing and embarrassed too much to speak. Her eyes looking at that face, as she would shake her head and gather herself, “Please sir, do be gentle and not lift me.” She pleaded and hoped he did not take offense and it had seemed that he did not. “No worries,” He would say, setting her down, and her nose finally found the scent of liquor, the unquestionable feeling that he was drunk as she looked at him. “May I have this beauty to go then?” Such a terrible catch phrase as Jojo heard it yet she would bear and grin it. She found her eyes looking all around and moving to get more drinks for more guests before she would have that same man following her, “When do you get off so I can hehe, get you off?”

Yes, this man was drunk and she would not stand for it very much longer. Her eyes looking at him and asking, “Please take a seat if you wish for service, I will get to you as fast as I can…” But she was stopped by a kiss, the man was indeed stepped too far, a hand even went as far as to go to a grope. Jojo only shook her head and got her lips away, her blush was there but so were the demonic eyes of anger. Her shoulder shot forth a small vine, a tendril that would wrench the man’s hand away as she would find her belly button pushing a vine out of her and pushing the man into a seat. Both vines would creep back into her body as she would say, “Please do not get back up, I will get your drink and then you will go, please don’t cause such disturbances for our guests again.” Her aura, her intimidation, and her own surprises left the pervert dumbfounded as she would now go back to serving drinks, her hands finding the tray she dropped and heading over to get more for the knight and the other mythically dressed creatures. She had many stares at her. Jojo could feel the eyes prying yet she was not disturbed for the rest of the night as she would find herself sitting down on a bar stool and sighing, the day’s shift was done and she was tired.

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[atrb=vAlign,top] No man had ever been happier to have been blessed with a Y chromosome as much as Kuro was at this point. Judging from all the hooping and hollering that his customers were giving him he could only imagine that the results were much, much worse on Jojo's side. One after another the drink orders came pouring in, and with each bundle the boy would send them to the diminutive owner before going to take more orders and grabbing the one's he had just placed moments earlier. Repetition was today's key word and there was a ton of it, and this would be the last day this Genin would criticize anyone working in the food industry, especially servers. Granted, this was a special occasion that few would ever experience in their life time, but even having to serve a tenth of these boisterous people was enough to drive a sane man insane. As the Hozuki moved back and forth from table to table to bar he could overhear the conversations of the various patrons. Most were speaking about their costumes and how long they had spent making them, some going into crucial detail. For a moment Kuro wondered how many of these people kept their obsession a secret from the outside world and for those that didn't he was glad to have on this mask so that they wouldn't be able to recognize him in the streets. Hours passed and nothing changed, except the volume as apparently copious amounts of alcohol made it nigh impossible to control how loud one was speaking. While it did hamper taking orders a bit, most of them continued to order the same thing over and over again, mostly drinks, and the occasional food item. When the time came to end the shift and many were beginning to pour out of the establishment, most being aided by and aiding others at the same time, Kuro returned to the back room where the multitude of costumes lay. There he caught site of the woman who looked equally as exhausted but for the most part decent. She had piqued his interest, but not in that way; at least not entirely. Perhaps they would run into each other one day, or maybe Kuro would take the initiative. Either way, it wouldn't happen today for the boy was far too tired to do anything except return to his bed, though as they hadn't received word from the owner that they could leave just yet he was forced to stick around a bit longer. "How'd you hold up?" He asked, expecting the usual answer of tired but alright though ignorant to the incident that Jojo had experienced earlier.

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[Kaguya Jojo]

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[atrb=width,320] Jojo’s body ached, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as if she were almost dead in appearance. Resting as she was, she would have her mind always going back to that pervert, her anger inside her was quelling down at least, however it still had not changed the fact that she wanted to rip his heart out for the fact that he did something as kiss her. She was an unsullied individual, having not remembered anything to go against that theory in her past, and as such, she felt more so humiliated now than embarrassed. She would find her eyes repositioning themselves at looking forwards when the genin who worked with had come back in. Jojo would listen to his words, his words of question as she would sigh heavily. She wanted to leave and if the genin had looked at Jojo, he would have seen the torn hole to her shoulder and the torn hole that was slightly bigger at her belly button. “Well, it was a day that is for sure. Damn pervert kissed me and even groped…” She stopped there as her face continued to go red. Indeed, the kunoichi hated men like that most of all. Breathing in and out she would find that the little impish man had come in, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you two really did me a favor here. As such, I shall release you two for the day. Hope you two enjoy yourself and feel free to come by any time. Also, keep the costumes, I made them myself but I do not need to keep so many to myself. Have a good day now.” And with that, she found him wobbling away. ‘Probably had too much to drink himself,’ Jojo would think in her mind as she would get up and look at the genin, “Kuro, I hope the next time we meet whether on mission or something else, we won’t be wearing ridiculous outfits.” She would nod, and if he had no questions or anything else to say she would leave, her arms holding the straitjacket she normally wore as she would only breath out with a sigh, one day down and a mission to go along with it. Indeed this was going to get interesting if days like this kept happening, she only hoped to never go by and see that pervert again, and he was far too crude for her liking.	[atrb=width,90] tag; Kuro Hozuki notes; Cosplay words; 2402/1500
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