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Name: Takehiko Ikuko
Village Affiliation: None
Current Status: Somewhere in Sunagakure
Threat Level: E
Known Aliases: None
Description:
Mean girls would be an understatement. Pretty and popular with long pink hair and piercing blue eyes, she stood out from her shinobi-hopeful peers in school. Unfortunately behind that pretty face hid a dangerous mind. She was having relations with one of the instructors and spent much of her free time fighting to maintain her 'popularity.' New girls who came to the school were initially met with rumors, childish tricks such as dead rodents in their bags but quickly her 'tricks' became more dangerous. While it cannot be proven, it has been alleged that she through a vial of acid in a female-rival's face. The girl insisted that she never saw her assailant and has since lost her sense of sight. Another was mysteriously poisoned on her first week in the academy, she survived but the poison wrecked havoc on her body and she cannot walk without assistance. Proof came recently when she was caught planning the murder of one of her instructors. She never succeeded, but she had planned to lace her instructor's food with a poison to put her to sleep so that she could maim her. Upon discovery she was officially expelled from the academy and she was to be arrested but she fled the scene, assuredly warned by her instructor-lover who has been charged as an accomplice and is serving time for this.
Type of Fighter:
She prefers poisons and stealth. She does not like to take her opponents face-on, rather she uses the slight of hand and chemicals to do her dirty work.
Last Seen:
One week ago when she fled the academy before authorities could arrive. She had not been seen since.
Charges:
Suspected in the chemical assault of two young women as well as the planned attack of another.
Description of Charges:
Three months ago, a new student by the name of Mitsuko Izumi was attacked with a vial of acid. She was seen arguing with Ikuko hours earlier, Ikuko accused her of eyeing her significant other (the academy instructor). Izumi lost her eyesight and while she believed that it was most likely Ikuko she claims that she never saw who threw the vial.
A month and a half ago another female student was poisoned. It is believed that a piece of cake was laced with a neutotoxic agent that partially disabled gross motor movement of her extremities. The cake was obtained from Ikuko according to the victim, but with no remaining cake to test there was no proof to press charges.
Two weeks ago a new teacher by the name of Kobayashi Mai joined the academy, she taught parallel to Ikuko's paramour and it is believed that Ikuko became jealous of their relationship. It was later discovered that the new teacher was her paramour's ex-wife. In Ikuko' notebook, as spied by one of her classmates was a detailed plan on how she planned to poison her perceived rival. The poison mentioned was found in her desk and Mai was informed. Before the ANBU arrived Mai confronted her ex husband with her findings, it is believed that he warned Ikuko before she could be arrested granting her the opportunity to flee.
[/col]This is Considered to be a Self-Modded Solo Mission
Important: Self-modded missions may be done twice in a week, however the second mission done yields half normal rewards. Players may also perform one mission with 2x the word count in order to gain the rewards of having done two missions. This still only yields half rewards for the second mission.
What Rank of Self-Modded Solo Missions can I perform?
- A user may only perform a mission of their current OOC Rank or lower. This mission is considered to be E Rank, so if you are E Rank or above, you may do this mission.
What are the rewards for Solo Missions?
- This is an E Rank Mission, for completing an E Rank Mission you will earn 1,500 Yen.
What is the required word count for this mission?
- This is an E-Rank mission, the word-count requirement is 250 Words.
Someone else has already caught this BINGO Book entry, what now?
- This entry is NOT considered to be a repetitive entry, meaning there is only ONE of him to catch. Once he is caught, there will not be another chance to catch him unless she is 'let' go. While you are not encouraged to kill her as she is only a child, it will not be considered a mission failure if you do kill her. If this BINGO Book entry is still up and this character has already been captured or killed, please let someone know so that this entry can be removed and replaced with something else.
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I am not from Sunagakure but I am visiting and I would like to perform a solo mission listed, is that OK?
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So much time had passed, and it was common knowledge that the unconscious typically had no sense of time. Dry eyes burst open unexpectedly, staring at an all too familiar alabaster ceiling. He felt that all too familiar mattress beneath his near negligible weight, and smelled that all too familiar scent of sickness and so-called medicines. His heart sunk as he laid there on the hospital bed, not towards the pit of his stomach but a vertical descent. He couldn't help feeling a wave of confused anger forming a vortex inside him, sucking down all hope he had of anything else into a nonexistent state.
He tried to recall something, anything, and though it took longer than was comfortable images began to return. Nothing so profound as the lost memories from before his arrival, but necessary still. It was frightening, and more so than when he faced Mikaboshi or felt pain crawling through his boy, he felt fear. He was afraid that everything he had experienced had been a dream, that there was no Shiori, no Sousuke, no chance of him leaving the prison of his hospital room. It didn't help that he'd been placed in the very same dwelling as before, confirmed as the boy lazily rolled his head to his left, seeing his old roommates. The same old man, and the same comatose young woman. It made his head feel like there was an axe wedged between both hemispheres of his brain.
It was only when he ran the tip of his tongue inadvertently across the back of his teeth, that he noticed an empty space. Lips divided marginally as he blew softly through the opening where one of his central incisors had been knocked out. The opening still had a metallic taste, and even stung a little. It would have perhaps been a tragedy to most, but instead he burst out with laughter with complete disregard for the patients he shared space with. "Yes!" He shouted, sitting up fully now and reaching towards the sky he'd never seen from below Sunagakure's subterranean depths. He fell back with a soft thud, his heart racing and his breaths labored due to relief and excitement. He'd only lost that tooth during his encounter with Mikaboshi, which meant that Shiori had in fact come for him. She was real. Which meant so was everything else that happened afterwards.
The revelation of it all fell on him once more like a hammer. She'd been taken away. He'd been unable to defend her, instead forcing her to place him in seclusion while she lost to a greater foe. It all happened in one long and confusing day, or perhaps over the course of two. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out for after the Obsidian Palace. Furthermore it was it was impossible to know how long he'd been out for this time, mainly due t the fact he didn't know what day it was when she signed him out in the first place. Groaning as he returned to a sitting position and turned to dangle his skinny legs off the side, he wasn't about to stay any longer. Scooting forward, like he had done before, and landing in the echo of it all made Deja Vu an understatement. The main different this time was a fire burning inside of him, a desire to become something now. A yearning for the strength to change his circumstances, to no longer be powerless to affect the world he had fallen into.
The cold hospital floor against the bare soles of his feet suggested that he'd been changed. Looking down he still had on the jeans and hooded sweater Shiori had bought for him, and gently he touched the small gas mask which still dangled around his neck. Whomever had been looking after him must have realized how important it was to him by then, but there was little time for giving thanks. Without so much as a word for anyone, or bothering to wait on a member of the staff his small frame bolted out the doorway. The place was still packed due to all those injured by the Cabal's attacks, which meant he hadn't been out for too long but it gave him little more than that. Doctors and nurses raised their brows at the little upstart as he hopped over gurneys and down flights of stairs.The calls of concerned adults went unheeded, and soon enough he could feel the warm dirt wedged between his toes as he stood outside the entrance. His breathing was heavy, but he seemed to have much more energy that he could ever recall possessing. It could have been from the extended resting period he'd been given, or the psychological motivation that set it all in motion. "Damn it." He swore, seeing the vast amount of buildings and avenues that formed the village laid out before him. He didn't have the first clue where to start. Finding his way back to the Obsidian Palace wasn't going to happen, he didn't pay attention when she brought him there. The Grand Palais and the specifics of the alley where he'd unknowingly left Kuro, Sousuke, and the unnamed silver-haired woman behind were lost to him. It was stupid to think he could run off into the large city-like village without an inkling of direction and hope to find anything.
His small shoulders drooped as his almost electric red eyes shifted all about inside an unmoving skull. Trying to decide on where to go first. He looked back at the hospital over his shoulder, before sucking his teeth in defiance and continuing his escape. It was difficult to know the time of day in a place like Sunagakure without a watch, but it wouldn't have changed anything. He walked hastily all the while seeking familiarity in the objects and places he saw, sometimes being pulled in the proper direction and other times not. He found himself running out of options, and ended up leaning on a wall with his hands in his head trying to plot his next move. The sound of hurried footsteps approaching took his mind off Shiori and her predicament for a moment, causing him to look up.
Before he knew it, Makeinu stuck out his right leg, causing the burly man to stumble and trip ungracefully. However; as skinny and light as he was, Makeinu would fall as well, pulled in the same direction by the adult's sheer weight in comparison to his own. The boy went tumbling in the dirt, rolling until his back slammed against the opposite wall to where he'd originally been standing. The enraged adult turned with dirt all over his face, staring at the ugly little albino who had just gotten in his way before shouting and swinging his cleaver at the air in the boy's direction. Quickly scrambling to his feet, the sounds of his bones popping were moderate and he was just out of the cleaver's range. He managed to reach full bipedal stance first, and without a second thought kicked dirt into the man's face and subsequently eyes.
He wasn't letting himself get knocked out anymore. Not if he could help it. Truth be told he hadn't any business interfering with what was going on at all, and it was probably the fact that he found the girl really beautiful that pulled him into it all. Then again it could have been the apparent immorality of it all, he couldn't have honestly given a correct answer to anyone that asked. It was impulsive. In truth he was lucky that the female's pursuer hadn't been a Shinobi. Which mean what he was about to do next would really hurt. His right leg had kicked up the dust while his other lifted to smash a knee into the blinded face. As boney as he was, the little knee was almost spear-like and the crunching of cartilage followed before leading a subtle thud as the man's unconscious body hit the floor.
Makeinu was breathing heavily, and the skin that was more like Saran Wrap around his knee had broken from the impact. He didn't mind the bleeding though, but felt his heart was about to shatter his ribcage. The thoughts flooded in as he wondered who the man and the girl were, and whether or not he'd get into some trouble for his involvement. For all he knew the girl had been at fault and the raging adult had been an upstanding member of society beforehand. It was unlikely, but the unlikely things always seemed to happen to him. Which is why he decided to take off before the man could wake. He wanted to follow the girl, maybe she'd help him with direction since he'd helped her. It was his only other real option at the moment, unless he wanted to wander around aimlessly some more.
As he turned the corner he almost bumped into his target right there, the beautiful blue eyes that pierced his soul. He had been looking for her specifically, and yet now that she stood before him he was frozen with his mouth closed behind his mask. "I-" A hushed start from his mouth began, but the girl intervened. "Thank you so much."</COLOR><i></i>. Her eyes seemed watery as she lunged forward wrapping her arms around him, causing him to flinch at first. She was taller than him and heavier than him, but then again who wasn't? She told him some story about how she'd been wandering alone and how the man tried to rape her in an alley. She added to it all by saying that there were others looking for her and that she needed a place to stay, someone to keep her safe, and she played with his heart strings effortlessly. He was a kind boy by nature, and any skepticism was being stifled relentlessly by her beauty and charms.
The warmth from her touch, the closet thing to it he'd felt had been Shiori carrying him and even that wasn't something he was fully sure ever happened. It was a phantom sensation, something he wanted more of. To be something to someone. To this girl, he was a hero or protector of some sorts. Sickly, crippled, little old him. With no way of contributing to his mother's rescue, it seemed productive to at least help another. Though, was he really helping himself? He agreed, and the two stuck together for hours traversing the dark pathways of the village. She never wanted to be out in the open, even though Makeinu mentioned it would likely be safer. Protesting against her preferences wasn't really necessary though, as he didn't mind being in her presence and listening to her voice as she spoke.
They hid together, and on an occasion or two he'd steal food from some stall while she distracted the merchant. He did get information about how to reach the Obsidian Palace, as well as the Grand Palais. The Obsidian Palace was somewhere she seemed vehement about avoiding so he didn't press the subject, it's not like he was in any rush to see Mikaboshi again. They ended up in the Grand Palais, and it must have been really late because the streets had become almost ghostly. It didn't help that there was a project going on to move everyone to the surface, something he knew nothing about. They found an abandoned house to reside in for a little, and as they prepared to eat something came up. They'd introduced themselves surely after so much time together, but the entire time Makeinu never removed his mask. In order to eat, it was an inevitability.
Ikuko grinned at him, a plastic smile but he wasn't aware of the difference anymore. He was desperately alone and the company felt nice. How stupid of him. As he turned away from her and began to eat, the girl's curiosity got the better of her. She didn't really care for him, but hiding from the law did get boring and her beloved was already doing time. It couldn't have hurt to enjoy herself for a bit, could it? Makeinu felt the light touch on his pale cheek, skin so thin that it threatened to break. His heartbeat raced. "What-" He muttered, about to inquire over her motives. She planned to have some fun, but as she turned his face to her's fully she immediately let go. Her lips frowned and her expression was laced with disgust. "I think I'm going to be sick." She said, recoiling a bit. Unconsciously he reached back, but before he could ask what happened she gave a cruel laugh.
<COLOR color="purple">"Absolutely not, ew! Just, gross!" He was confused at her words. She went on to divulge how she only needed him to help her get things, and that she thought about rewarding him. She callously exclaimed that his missing tooth, and damaged appearance were stomach turning. She started poking fun at him, and using his overall predicament as a means to entertain herself for a few minutes. To her, his skin, his face, and even his raspy voice were entirely uncharismatic. Unworthy of a beauty such as herself. He was hurt, far more deeply than he should have been. He'd gotten attached to Shiori fast, and now bothered to care about the opinions of yet another person he'd only just met. Smitten over aesthetic nonsense. Anger swelled up inside him, and that's when it started.
She might have been a member of the academy some time ago, but being so full of herself and so busy putting him down that she didn't take notice of his change in disposition. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his eyes felt like they'd been spit in. Turning swiftly he slammed his elbow into the temporal region of her skull, then grabbed a handful of her hair with his other hand. Her face collided with the floorboards of the old house so many times, for so long that he lost count if he had been bothered counting in the first place. He didn't stop, all the while muttering for her to shut up. Even though she hadn't said a word after the first three collisions. "Stop. Laughing. Fuck!" His frustration grew, as hazy memories from a time long passed seeped through. The sound of children's laughter, cruel laughter. He remembered the sound of teasing. Maybe if she'd seen it coming, she would have beaten him or poisoned him, but what could have been didn't matter.
It was likely hours later that he stepped out, blood all over his hands and some small specks dotting his face. His expression was dead, and his mind was addled. He felt a sudden loss of hope, a detachment from his surroundings and the events that took place. He began imagining the ways in which Shiori likely thought about him, to what ends she really desired to keep him for. If she desired to keep him at all. She was part of a village that used children as nothing more than tools in conflicts that had nothing to do with them, lives expendable and worthless. He told himself that she couldn't have cared about him so quickly. Even if he had been pathetic enough to do so by nature, growing quickly attached to people...It seemed like an inherent flaw in his character. Something he was despising. It didn't cause much trouble in the hospital helping out with the other patients, but outside: It would cost him his life. A life he never wanted in the first place. He was bitter. He wasn't so sure he wanted to save her anymore. He was afraid of finding out just how little he may have meant, dwelling on the negative possibility instead of the positive one.
Regardless, he started making his way back to the Grand Palais. As he navigated towards "Rat City", he came across a poster with the girl's face and name on it. She had a bounty, with her crimes listed. The name she'd given him hadn't even been a real one. At least Ikuko had been good for one thing. Directions...
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