You know, as surprisingly often as Kumo has rain, almost nothing ever happens on a rainy day. Rainy days are always spent at home, a pub, or somewhere else inside. So finding that I just got kicked from my apartment due to excessive noise complaints, I had to wonder how in the hell I’d survived here in Kumo and had never been caught in the rain before. It was truly a pouring day it didn’t seem to be letting up as I stood outside of my apartment. I had been out on one of my missions when a notice had been placed on my door. It stated that the locks had been changed and most of my stuff had been moved to a storage while I cleared up my last month of rent.
Both of those ideas pissed me off to no end. Beyond the fact that this forceful eviction was highly illegal and I was going to likely have to turn this litigious. There was no way in hell I’d be paying this months rent. They could just collect it from the deposit if they felt so inclined. As for my stuff, I’d sneak into the apartments recordkeeping office and find where it was being stored. From there, it was just a matter of cutting some locks, hiring some muscle and getting them to move all my stuff to my new home once I had found it. I contemplated killing off my landlord in a fit of anger but decided that this was just a bit of a wake-up call that I needed to move out of these slums. The place smelled and people were as gnarly as I was in temperament. Either way, that just left me with finding some place to stay for tonight.
A few minutes and a whole lotta distance later, I would find myself in front of Kiri’s house. Well technically it was an estate, and appeared more like somewhere a noble would live over a shinobi, but beyond that it was still a house, I guess... It was grand enough, that’s for sure. I could only hope that meant there were a couple hundred rooms or so he had to spare. Honestly, I had gone down the list of people I’d be willing to ask. The list, in all honesty, wasn’t that long, and while my best friend Ikko had been my first choice, he wasn’t able to accommodate me, whether it was because he didn’t have room or simply didn’t want me to impose on him, I didn’t know, but I understood both stances and left soon after. Either way, this had been my second stop and while I didn’t hold out much hope, I still had an inkling of it as I approached the entrance.
I knocked on the door leading to The Tsuyoshi estate, not exactly knowing what to expect, but at least hoping my soaking wet form might make me look pathetic enough to inspire sympathy for whoever opened the door. regardless, I would never openly show how much my soaked form was actually bothering me as I waited.
Both of those ideas pissed me off to no end. Beyond the fact that this forceful eviction was highly illegal and I was going to likely have to turn this litigious. There was no way in hell I’d be paying this months rent. They could just collect it from the deposit if they felt so inclined. As for my stuff, I’d sneak into the apartments recordkeeping office and find where it was being stored. From there, it was just a matter of cutting some locks, hiring some muscle and getting them to move all my stuff to my new home once I had found it. I contemplated killing off my landlord in a fit of anger but decided that this was just a bit of a wake-up call that I needed to move out of these slums. The place smelled and people were as gnarly as I was in temperament. Either way, that just left me with finding some place to stay for tonight.
A few minutes and a whole lotta distance later, I would find myself in front of Kiri’s house. Well technically it was an estate, and appeared more like somewhere a noble would live over a shinobi, but beyond that it was still a house, I guess... It was grand enough, that’s for sure. I could only hope that meant there were a couple hundred rooms or so he had to spare. Honestly, I had gone down the list of people I’d be willing to ask. The list, in all honesty, wasn’t that long, and while my best friend Ikko had been my first choice, he wasn’t able to accommodate me, whether it was because he didn’t have room or simply didn’t want me to impose on him, I didn’t know, but I understood both stances and left soon after. Either way, this had been my second stop and while I didn’t hold out much hope, I still had an inkling of it as I approached the entrance.
I knocked on the door leading to The Tsuyoshi estate, not exactly knowing what to expect, but at least hoping my soaking wet form might make me look pathetic enough to inspire sympathy for whoever opened the door. regardless, I would never openly show how much my soaked form was actually bothering me as I waited.