Night fell over the sky, covering the vast canvas with gleaming star and also veiling the world with darkness, allowing secrets to form and crimes to be committed. Yet within the mountainous terrain of the country, there existed a place that shone brightly as if daylight, a city that never slept. A conglomeration of red lanterns hung neatly over the streets of this district, giving off a warm and lustrous glow that heated up the hearts and bodies of young men and women. The air was full of festivity as the soft humming of music flowed through the alleys and the aroma of grilled meat from the street stands arouse the taste-buds of those passing by.
The Red Light District is most famous for its mature entertainment that opens market only when the sun sets, and it is packed with underground facilities that provide the best service under the disguise of casual business such as restaurants and bars. on this very day, such service occurred plentifully and there was one man who sought comfort in these heavens every night, crawling into the lairs like a squirrel preparing for winter's sleep.
Dim orange and red lights hung from the high ceilings of the room and instead of bright lights, scented candles were placed everywhere within the spacious room, adding a hint of romance to the mood. The room was decorated with Arabian rungs, expensive paintings, and luxurious furniture, especially the brown mahogany king-sized bed attracting the eyes. Laughter and giggles echoed through the dark space and the aroma of the candles filled the air. Directly located in the center of the room at the foot of the bed was a Jacuzzi and within the pool of steaming water sat a gray haired man with his arms over the shoulders of young, beautiful women at each side, his hands occupied with secretive and killed motions that went hidden under the foams of the bubble bath. There was another female massaging his neck and shoulders almost erotically and another sat directly facing him, popping grapes into his mouth. Bottles of alcohol and baskets of fruits lay scattered all over the floor and they remained talking, touching, and enjoying each other as the night deepened. They were naked from clothes and even the burdens of life as only the pleasures of the moment was what mattered. Such was the life of a hedonist.
The man possessed rough, masculine features and even while smiling, one could notice his eyes, which held long eyelashes, weren't too big or small, but glowed with keenness as if it had the ability to see through everything. But what stood out most was the color of his pupils, a bright green that glowed within the darkness.
25 Years Ago...
Even though the eyes were those of a mere child, they shone with sharpness as if they attempted to pierce those that set gaze upon him. But the most surprising fact was that the eyes held a mysterious color of green. Hisui's eyes met directly with the boy's giving him a slight feeling of jolt and he noted that the boy seemed to be a homeless orphan, dressed in dirty, patched rags and wearing hair that ramined unwashed since who-knows-when. Yet, the target that he was tracking were two hairy, bold featured men so Hisui shifted his eyes to continue searching for those bastards. The entire situation was simply frustrating and driving him angry. A gentle breeze swept through the crowded market square are customers strolled about and merchant yelled their prices. Hisui let his eyelids fall and remained listening to the chirping of birds int he air feeling the wind brush up against the hairs of his arms as the sunlight shone down hard on his face. he tried to visualize the moment of the incident clearly within his mind, hoping to grasp some clues but his eyes opened suddenly in reaction to the voice that crackled through his earpiece, "Boss, we found something."
2 Hours Ago.
The three figures received stares and glances as they emitted the aura of outsiders as they glided through the market square of Hattori Town. The team had been detached from Kumo's ANBU forces to investigate on the recent increase in criminal activity within the area. They have been strolling and keeping watch for about an hour and everythign seemed perfectly normal when sudden clamor finally aroused within the square. Across the square, two men were verbally abusing each other over some argument and a child had taken this chance to snatch a peach from one of the carts and all three were now heading towards the team. Slightly moving aside as the child ran through the team, Hisui felt the two large, hairy men bump into him as the small child, obviously an orphan, according to his attire, tried to hide behind him with a pale face due to fright.
"Hey, who are you people? Did you tell the child to steal for you?" One of the merchants asked in a hard, aggressive tone. Not wanting to cause any commotion and hoping to avoid any disturbance towards the mission, Hisui moved away from the child and replied, " We have nothing to do with the child." The child took this moment to once again break into a run and disappeared into the one of the alleys that surrounded the entire market. The two men cursed and followed after, making the ANBU feel sorry for the child. Shurgging, Hisui resumed searching for any clues within the market.
It must have been about ten or fifteen minutes when Hisui had finally noticed something strange. The jacket he was wearing was strangely lighter than it had been earlier, and the uncomfortable feeling of his wallet bouncing as he took each step was now gone. Everything from cash, his shinobi registration, and pictures of his family were inside. He had to find and slaughter those two men, especially the one that bumped into him. That was the only possible answer.
Receiving the radio transmission, Hisui darted towards the location, arriving within minutes at the outskirts of the village, about a mile away. Upon his arrival, he found his team members standing in front of four children that were all tired to the trees, unable to move or run away. All of them were crying and now begging for their lives, another one of the deeds by his psychotic team member, except one of them. It was the same child he had seen within the market square, the one with the black hair and sharp, green eyes. He was staring directly now at Hisui with fury burning in his lives as if it was alive and glowing. Facing his subordinates, Hisui asked, "What is this?" A female squad member replied after politely handing him his own wallet,"Sir, we found the pale, brown-haired child running as if in a hurry with a group of three others and decided to track them. After investigation and a bit of torture skills, it has been concluded that it was a planned crime. The child had deliberately approached us back in the market and caused distortion in our formation by breaking us up. The two others took the chance to bump into you and take your wallet while the child dulled your senses by pulling on the back of your jacket. Finally, all of this was planned and directed by the black-haired one over there, the one with the green eyes, who seems to be the leader of his mess."
"Fuck you, you old hag! Let my friends go! I'll take all of you on!" The green-eyed child yelled at the top of his lungs. The psychotic shinobi smacked the kid's face and Hisui gave a stern look. He was stunned by the unexpected situation and almost impressed by the child's ability to form such strategy. Such thinking was quite brilliant for a child of his age and they had all carried out each action with precision and timing that even a team of ANBU couldn't notice. Scratching his chin, he approached the blacked-haired child and asked,"What's your name, kiddo?" There was silence for a moment and nothing but a cold stare from the child and a ball of saliva that he had to dodge as the child spat towards his face. There was another smack on the face by the tall, skinny psycho, and Hisui had to yell,"Damn it, Ken. You really have to stop hitting people."
Turning his attention back at the kid, he now spoke in a soothing and persuasive voice. "Okay, kiddo. How about we make a deal. Because of you and your friends we suffered a lot today, losing our time and energy. If it had been an adult, I would have already chopped off all of your fingers and toes in return, but let's just say we are sympathetic towards children. It also seems that you all are orphans with no home to return to. So here's the thing. We'll let your friends go and also give them this." Hisui opened his wallet and took out a bundle of cash which was actually money to support the mission. "But on the other hand, you have to follow me and serve as my personal servant for one year and I will provide you with food, a warm place to sleep, and chance to earn money. How about it?"
Hisui smirked as he watched the boy think and almost heard the sound of the child's brain spinning and working. A few moments later, the kid took a look at his friends, who were still crying and looked directly back at the captain's eyes. The green eyes were bold and strong and the child nodded. Clapping his hands and now free all of the children from the trees, he put a hand on the child's shoulder and said, "Welcome to my family! But what should I call you..." He scratched his chin, pondering, before smiling back at the boy.
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"Kyouraku Shogi!"
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The voice calling his name bellowed through the dark room and all of the naked people spun around as the door came tumbling down and a man about the age of fifty, gray hair, mustache, cigar in mouth came huffing and puffing into the room with about ten black-suited men, all of them quite large and built, scattering into the room and circling Kyouraku in an instant. The women were shrieking by now and trying to cover their bodies with their hands and the man in the middle of flowers now stood up slowly, revealing his lean, muscular body that was partially covered with foams from the bath. Smiling at the boss of the gang he put his hands into the air, speaking to him in a twisted tongue due to the effects of alcohol, "Oh, hey. Shingeki-san! What brings you here? Want to join us and take a bubble ~ bath?" Kyouraku gathered some of the foam into his palms and blew on it, letting bubbles flutter in the air and gave Shingeki the most innocent look. But to his surprise what came back was a cigar butt flying at his face, which landed directly on his forehead and the man screamed on top of his lungs, "If you borrowed money from someone, you better be damn sure to pay back! What the fuck are you doing here enjoying everything? Where's my money?" The naked man chuckled and now tried to soothe things out, "Come on~ Just give me one more week!" Shaking his head upon the reply, the old man nodded towards one of the suited men and before the drunkard could even react, he was held by four of the men, each on one limb and carried out towards the exit.
The ground came hard on him as he rolled on the pavement and there were screaming and hushing voices from the crowd of people that now stopped and circled around the situation to watch. The women were also brought out towards the street, them, too, naked and crying, trying to cover up with their hands. Some men that were watching commented with dirty words towards the females but Kyouraku was too occupied to have any concerns with that. He had to get out of his situation. "Kyouraku. How about this? You give me a finger and I'll give you a week. A man's gotta be responsible for his actions. Deal?" Not even staring back at Shinseki who was making the offer, Kyouraku noticed that there were about six men available for combat, setting aside the four men who were holding the girls in the back, all of them standing in a straight line with their hands locking the women's necks. Not a bad number if he chose the right timing.
Shinseki, dressed in an expensive striped tuxedo, approached the fallen hedonist and looked down at him while lighting another cigar and letting the smoke escape through his nostrils and mouth making him seem like a wrinkled dragon. "So what do you say. You should kindly take my gratitude before I change my mind, Kyouraku-chan."
"싫어." Shogi seemed to mutter to himself in a low voice that nobody could make out. He had his head drooping, staring down at the ground, helplessly on sitting on his bottom with his legs lazily spread out and the foam all over his body starting to fly way with the winds and slipping off his skin. Shinseki, not sure of what he heard, took hold of the cigar in one of his hand and bent down in front of the Kyouraku. "Hmmm~? What was that kiddo?" He leaned towards the man and turned his head to put his ear up against Kyouraku's face, waiting for the reply that he wanted to hear. By then even more people were gathering around them and the entire street was silent as they aimed to hear what conversation was going on. Finally after the pause, the man lazily raised his head, revealing a grinning face.
"I SAID, NO DEAL! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Everything happened in an instance. Kyouraku slammed his fist into the old man's face, simultaneously sending the man's teeth and the cigar in his hand, flying through the air. Snatching the floating cigar in front of him as he now got to his feet, he stuck the burning end into Shinseki's eye, sending him rolling and howling on the ground. Two of the men now tended their boss who just lost an eye and the others were shocked to stillness. Two gone. just four to deal with. Five Seconds for the next move." "Kill him!" The gangster's voice filled the entire street as he exclaimed in pain. But Kyouraku was one step ahead. Moving in a speed that was naked to the eye, he reappeared next to the one of the men who was holding the prettiest girl. The man was sent flying into the other girls and men, all of them stumbling onto the ground like dominos. Now was the perfect timing. Fifteen Seconds to get out. Grabbing the hand of lady that he had just saved, he took the leisure to smile at her, "Let's continue our date, beautiful."
The crowd split like the Red Sea as Kyouraku now sped across the street with the girl in his arms as he held her like a groom holding a bride. Trailing close behind him were four of the gangster's minions. Turning purposely on alleys and moving into areas where there were a lot of people, Kyouraku attempted to lose them. Two naked people being chased by four black-suited men with sunglasses. This was one hell of an awkward sight.
OOC: Limiting the number of people who can join this to 2 people for story flow. Free/Open RP. Feel free to join.
[Marked for Training: WC 2622]
