The sun's flares kicked up on the village below. Uziuke walked the dirt road with straight palm trees planted neatly on both sides. It led to a larger portion of the village, and to the home that he was to guard. The white haird ex-shinobi was having a great day. You couldn't tell this from his expression however. 'Lately the jobs I have been taking have been dangerous. This one is sort of a breather compared to the rest of them.' It was just at the right time as the Uchiha's eyes were near closed. Maybe this job would keep him wide awake. If not then the heat from the sun would.
The boy managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see a mansion up ahead. As he approached it he looked at the scribbiling on a folded up sheet of paper. He double checked to make sure he was at the right address. 'This is the place.' Looking up the boy noticed a second floor balcony. A couple of people sat in chairs near the top. When they noticed him they waved and dissapeared into the house.
The mercenary was greeted by two women that looked as though they were about to leave the village. They were carrying luggage. The Uchiha bowed out of respect before speaking. "I'm Uziuke, your hired help for the night."</B><i></i> He said calmly as he handed her the folded peice of paper that was pinbed on a board earlier. One of the women stepped forward. <B>"Your eyes look amazing." The green haired woman continued to stare in his eyes as she went on. The boy resisted the urge to hypnotize her and take the yen. She was an older woman and didn't seem to be harmful at all. It was obvious she had never heard of the shinobi life. "There's sake on the counter, and food in the fridge. Have a good time darling." Uzi managed to catch the last part as they walked off.
By nightfall Uziuke worked himself into a sweat. The flames in the large backyard of the home were beginning to die down. He wiped the sweat off his body with a towel that he was provided. He moved to the backdoor of the home, immediately noticing that something was wrong.
Inside he heard noises. It only took him a minute to take care of the situation. The next day the proper authorities came and apprhended the trespassers. When the women came back Uzi notified them of what happened. He was given a nice tip for his work and thanked greatly. He left knowing that he knew that he could do more to help.
[ MFT | WC: 475 ]
The boy managed to keep his eyes open long enough to see a mansion up ahead. As he approached it he looked at the scribbiling on a folded up sheet of paper. He double checked to make sure he was at the right address. 'This is the place.' Looking up the boy noticed a second floor balcony. A couple of people sat in chairs near the top. When they noticed him they waved and dissapeared into the house.
The mercenary was greeted by two women that looked as though they were about to leave the village. They were carrying luggage. The Uchiha bowed out of respect before speaking. "I'm Uziuke, your hired help for the night."</B><i></i> He said calmly as he handed her the folded peice of paper that was pinbed on a board earlier. One of the women stepped forward. <B>"Your eyes look amazing." The green haired woman continued to stare in his eyes as she went on. The boy resisted the urge to hypnotize her and take the yen. She was an older woman and didn't seem to be harmful at all. It was obvious she had never heard of the shinobi life. "There's sake on the counter, and food in the fridge. Have a good time darling." Uzi managed to catch the last part as they walked off.
By nightfall Uziuke worked himself into a sweat. The flames in the large backyard of the home were beginning to die down. He wiped the sweat off his body with a towel that he was provided. He moved to the backdoor of the home, immediately noticing that something was wrong.
Inside he heard noises. It only took him a minute to take care of the situation. The next day the proper authorities came and apprhended the trespassers. When the women came back Uzi notified them of what happened. He was given a nice tip for his work and thanked greatly. He left knowing that he knew that he could do more to help.
[ MFT | WC: 475 ]