Post by Himawari Hirameku on Jul 8, 2014 17:30:09 GMT -7
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE
そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない
SO I CAN'T LIVE, SO I CAN'T LIVE
生きてる証さえ求められない歌
LET'S PUT AN END ... THE FINAL.
Himawari suppressed an annoyed frown as the red-faced and huffing shop owner continued on his tirade. Rants were welcomed when they involved actual information that could be used in the investigation, however his―much to her chagrin―was maddeningly unhelpful. It was a miracle he hadn't already stopped himself short at the sight of her blatantly unenthusiastic expression, but he'd shown a great amount of obliviousness within the past ten minutes of meeting him, so perhaps it wasn't such a huge surprise. The Hirameku pursed her lips to avoid sighing, subtly glancing over the vicinity of the shop while nodding at the appropriate times to ensure Tooru that she was still listening.
"On what days do the attacks occur?" Himawari asked, cutting the man's blabber about his poor cabbages. "You said it was once a week, yes?"
The man grumbled, a bit miffed he was interrupted. "I think the first time was on a Wednesday, but the second time, they'd broken in on a Saturday night. This week was on a Monday. They'd off and gone with my precious cabbages each time, I―"
With a cough, Himawari obstructed his wailing. "No signs of forced entry? Nothing out of place aside from your missing produce that you could notice?" she continued to question as she finally began to make her way around the shop. Though, truly, the questioning was all probably useless as she was already briefed of the parameters of the mission. But anything to keep his mouth shut―oh, he reminded her of Haruko, and that was never good.
"None whatsoever!" the shopkeeper replied, throwing his hands in the air. His eyes suddenly widened as he grabbed Himawari by the shoulders. As an instinctive reaction, she immediately tensed and the hand resting on the hilt of her wakizashi twitched. "You don't think it could have been a ninja, do you?!"
Himawari delicately, or as delicately as one could, removed herself from his grip and shook her head, her eyebrows lightly furrowed in subdued discomfort and irritation. "No, that is not likely," she answered with a sigh. They wouldn't have sent her otherwise. "Just keep going about as you normally do. This will be taken care of soon enough, Tooru-san. Good day."
"W-wait!" Tooru protested, but she had already gone.
Well, not truly gone, at least. Across the street in a convenient open all hours tea shop, sat Himawari disguised as a brunette village bookworm. The mission was obnoxious, just as any other mission was to her really, but her name was tagged on the report and failing to complete a D-rank would just make her look bad. Even with her high levels of apathy. Granted it's probably just a civilian petty thief, she thought to herself, as she casually turned the pages of some odd fiction book about elemental benders from four nations. Simultaneously, she kept watch of Tooru's closed store with her peripheral vision. But it's best to be effective and get this done quickly rather than be sloppy. Eh. This is gonna be so lame.
Her little stake-out lasted only three more days, spending the majority of it under henge of different identities wandering the area. When she caught a shadowy figure moving in the store through one of the windows, however, Himawari made her move and quietly placed herself on the branch of a neighbouring tree, obscured by the leaves. At the sight of the thief taking their leave through the backdoor of the establishment, a dry look overcame Himawari's face.
That's... a... child... she thought, resisting the urge to shake her head. And he has... a key...?
With an inaudible sigh, Himawari hopped down from the tree branch, adequately landing in front of the escaping child, who in response, let out a loud yelp as he fell down on his back in surprise. The bag of thieved goods flew out of his hands and landed somewhere behind him with bruised produce rolling out of the pouch.
"Hi," Himawari greeted, lifting a hand to give the wide-eyed boy a still wave. "I'm here to stop you. Come with me, please."
The boy shook his head vigorously, snapping out of his stupor. Immediately, he jumped onto his feet and shouted, "Wha-what? Just like that? No away!" And without any further warning, he began to charge her.
The white-haired girl sent him a deadpanned look and with a sigh, unsheathed her sword as she side-stepped his lunge, knocking him down face first into the ground with the backside of her sword. "I'll have none of that from you, please don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be," Himawari stated as she sheathed her blade and threw the boy over her shoulder.
"Put me down, you old lady! Put me down!" the child yelled, smashing his fists against her back. Old lady, huh...? The only reaction Himawari produced was a quirked eyebrow. "I hate ninja like you, you know that?! You take everything! I hate you!"
His fists did not cease even as Himawari began her trek towards the offices. "Take everything, huh...?" she repeated softly. "What have the shinobi taken from you?" she continued, half in mild-interest and half in an attempt to quiet him down. She already had a suspicion on what his answer was going to be.
"I lost my mama and papa because of you!" he shouted angrily, kicking his legs. Himawari made the quick movement to chain his legs together with her chakra, her dancing voltages contained in a cuff form. "They went on a mission and never came back! I lost them because of this stupid village and all the stupid ninja. Put me down! I hate this place!"
It was not an uncommon event, however unfortunate. Shinobi parents would go off onto dangerous missions and never return, and as a consequence, their children would be left behind. Either, they would be sent to the orphanages or adopted by a close relative or friend, but it was not an abnormal occurrence. Judging by his ragged clothes and his line of thievery, the boy must have ran away from the orphanages and had been living on the streets. It was a common fate. Kirigakure had its share of orphans, and Himawari knew she had nearly become one of them.
"Wha? Hey!" the child cried out as he found himself on the ground. Himawari only stood and looked down on him as his expression transformed into curiousity. "A..are you actually letting me go?"
"No," was Himawari's immediate answer and the boy blanched before rage overtook his face. Ignoring the beginnings of his bluster, Himawari continued, "but I'm hungry and there's a shop over there. The offices probably won't be open right now anyway, or rather, wouldn't be in the mood to deal with a D-rank mission. So, I'm releasing you of your restraints but you must behave. If you run, I'll just catch you and you'll just receive a harsher punishment for resisting."
The boy huffed, knowing full well that she would catch him even if he did try to escape. (His parents were shinobi after all, and every time he played tag with his father, he always always caught him no matter what.) Though the chakra binding his feet disappeared, her gripping hand was placed on his shoulder as a reminder. Once they were seated, Himawari picked up a menu and quickly decided on two orders of teppanyaki and green tea. The waitress wrote down the order, bowed and left with the menu in her hand while the boy shot the white-haired girl a strange look.
"What," she deadpanned, raising a white eyebrow at the child.
"Why did you order two?" he responded, his eyebrows knitted together.
"There are two of us," she answered simply, her own eyebrows coming together in confusion.
"... do you normally feed your targets?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I would feel rude if I were the only one eating," Himawari said, though it was not wholly the truth. She muttered a quick thank you to the waitress once the woman placed their respective plates on the table. "It's not like you're going to be sentenced to death when you're received anyway. So you'll make use of this food."
The boy fell silent. Himawari merely shrugged and began to eat. After a few moments of staring hard onto the table top, the boy began to follow her example as well.
Half way through the meal, the boy stopped, causing Himawari to raise her eyebrow. Oh, and she thought he was starting to cooperate with her―
"I'm Daisukenojo," the boy said abruptly. When Himawari only blinked and looked at him bemusedly, he motioned a forceful hand towards her.
"I.. I'm Himawari," the girl said slowly. With a satisfied nod, Daisukenojo returned to his meal. Though still puzzled, Himawari did the same.
"On what days do the attacks occur?" Himawari asked, cutting the man's blabber about his poor cabbages. "You said it was once a week, yes?"
The man grumbled, a bit miffed he was interrupted. "I think the first time was on a Wednesday, but the second time, they'd broken in on a Saturday night. This week was on a Monday. They'd off and gone with my precious cabbages each time, I―"
With a cough, Himawari obstructed his wailing. "No signs of forced entry? Nothing out of place aside from your missing produce that you could notice?" she continued to question as she finally began to make her way around the shop. Though, truly, the questioning was all probably useless as she was already briefed of the parameters of the mission. But anything to keep his mouth shut―oh, he reminded her of Haruko, and that was never good.
"None whatsoever!" the shopkeeper replied, throwing his hands in the air. His eyes suddenly widened as he grabbed Himawari by the shoulders. As an instinctive reaction, she immediately tensed and the hand resting on the hilt of her wakizashi twitched. "You don't think it could have been a ninja, do you?!"
Himawari delicately, or as delicately as one could, removed herself from his grip and shook her head, her eyebrows lightly furrowed in subdued discomfort and irritation. "No, that is not likely," she answered with a sigh. They wouldn't have sent her otherwise. "Just keep going about as you normally do. This will be taken care of soon enough, Tooru-san. Good day."
"W-wait!" Tooru protested, but she had already gone.
Well, not truly gone, at least. Across the street in a convenient open all hours tea shop, sat Himawari disguised as a brunette village bookworm. The mission was obnoxious, just as any other mission was to her really, but her name was tagged on the report and failing to complete a D-rank would just make her look bad. Even with her high levels of apathy. Granted it's probably just a civilian petty thief, she thought to herself, as she casually turned the pages of some odd fiction book about elemental benders from four nations. Simultaneously, she kept watch of Tooru's closed store with her peripheral vision. But it's best to be effective and get this done quickly rather than be sloppy. Eh. This is gonna be so lame.
Her little stake-out lasted only three more days, spending the majority of it under henge of different identities wandering the area. When she caught a shadowy figure moving in the store through one of the windows, however, Himawari made her move and quietly placed herself on the branch of a neighbouring tree, obscured by the leaves. At the sight of the thief taking their leave through the backdoor of the establishment, a dry look overcame Himawari's face.
That's... a... child... she thought, resisting the urge to shake her head. And he has... a key...?
With an inaudible sigh, Himawari hopped down from the tree branch, adequately landing in front of the escaping child, who in response, let out a loud yelp as he fell down on his back in surprise. The bag of thieved goods flew out of his hands and landed somewhere behind him with bruised produce rolling out of the pouch.
"Hi," Himawari greeted, lifting a hand to give the wide-eyed boy a still wave. "I'm here to stop you. Come with me, please."
The boy shook his head vigorously, snapping out of his stupor. Immediately, he jumped onto his feet and shouted, "Wha-what? Just like that? No away!" And without any further warning, he began to charge her.
The white-haired girl sent him a deadpanned look and with a sigh, unsheathed her sword as she side-stepped his lunge, knocking him down face first into the ground with the backside of her sword. "I'll have none of that from you, please don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be," Himawari stated as she sheathed her blade and threw the boy over her shoulder.
"Put me down, you old lady! Put me down!" the child yelled, smashing his fists against her back. Old lady, huh...? The only reaction Himawari produced was a quirked eyebrow. "I hate ninja like you, you know that?! You take everything! I hate you!"
His fists did not cease even as Himawari began her trek towards the offices. "Take everything, huh...?" she repeated softly. "What have the shinobi taken from you?" she continued, half in mild-interest and half in an attempt to quiet him down. She already had a suspicion on what his answer was going to be.
"I lost my mama and papa because of you!" he shouted angrily, kicking his legs. Himawari made the quick movement to chain his legs together with her chakra, her dancing voltages contained in a cuff form. "They went on a mission and never came back! I lost them because of this stupid village and all the stupid ninja. Put me down! I hate this place!"
It was not an uncommon event, however unfortunate. Shinobi parents would go off onto dangerous missions and never return, and as a consequence, their children would be left behind. Either, they would be sent to the orphanages or adopted by a close relative or friend, but it was not an abnormal occurrence. Judging by his ragged clothes and his line of thievery, the boy must have ran away from the orphanages and had been living on the streets. It was a common fate. Kirigakure had its share of orphans, and Himawari knew she had nearly become one of them.
"Wha? Hey!" the child cried out as he found himself on the ground. Himawari only stood and looked down on him as his expression transformed into curiousity. "A..are you actually letting me go?"
"No," was Himawari's immediate answer and the boy blanched before rage overtook his face. Ignoring the beginnings of his bluster, Himawari continued, "but I'm hungry and there's a shop over there. The offices probably won't be open right now anyway, or rather, wouldn't be in the mood to deal with a D-rank mission. So, I'm releasing you of your restraints but you must behave. If you run, I'll just catch you and you'll just receive a harsher punishment for resisting."
The boy huffed, knowing full well that she would catch him even if he did try to escape. (His parents were shinobi after all, and every time he played tag with his father, he always always caught him no matter what.) Though the chakra binding his feet disappeared, her gripping hand was placed on his shoulder as a reminder. Once they were seated, Himawari picked up a menu and quickly decided on two orders of teppanyaki and green tea. The waitress wrote down the order, bowed and left with the menu in her hand while the boy shot the white-haired girl a strange look.
"What," she deadpanned, raising a white eyebrow at the child.
"Why did you order two?" he responded, his eyebrows knitted together.
"There are two of us," she answered simply, her own eyebrows coming together in confusion.
"... do you normally feed your targets?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I would feel rude if I were the only one eating," Himawari said, though it was not wholly the truth. She muttered a quick thank you to the waitress once the woman placed their respective plates on the table. "It's not like you're going to be sentenced to death when you're received anyway. So you'll make use of this food."
The boy fell silent. Himawari merely shrugged and began to eat. After a few moments of staring hard onto the table top, the boy began to follow her example as well.
Half way through the meal, the boy stopped, causing Himawari to raise her eyebrow. Oh, and she thought he was starting to cooperate with her―
"I'm Daisukenojo," the boy said abruptly. When Himawari only blinked and looked at him bemusedly, he motioned a forceful hand towards her.
"I.. I'm Himawari," the girl said slowly. With a satisfied nod, Daisukenojo returned to his meal. Though still puzzled, Himawari did the same.
NOTES: LOL THIS TURNED OUT LONGER THAN EXPECTED OOPS AND THEY WENT OFF TO THE OFFICES TO COMPLETE THE MISSION AS PLANNED YAS TAGS:??? WORDS: 1473
MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GANGNAM STYLE
