Azaki was in disguise, dressed as a civilian girl. She wore a brown skirt and a white shirt paired with thigh high white socks and black sneakers. She had on jade green contacts and a blonde wig that reached a bit past her shoulder. She wore her usual headphones and choker but no eye patch but wore makeup to cover her scar up. She was leaning against a wall in a building, her eyes closed with her arms crossed over her chest; her headphones on, blasting electrifying music in her ears. To a normal passerby by, it just looked like a regular girl from a civilian high school. She would’ve just use a henge but felt it would be a waste of chakra, however small the cost.

However Azaki was not in a good mood, nope not at all. She decided to take on a mission to investigate a suspicious woman’s husband to see if he was cheating on her. The woman was so paranoid about it that she demanded that Azaki wear a disguise so as to not raise suspicion. In her mind it was unnecessary as she was a ninja and he was not. Thus entailing he wouldn’t notice her following him, but the woman didn’t listen. Azaki inwardly sighed; she decided she would just let it go. As soon as the mission was over, she was changing back to her regular attire and not this.

Just then, the client’s husband walked out of the workplace. He apparently worked at an accounting office from 9:45AM to 6:45PM. Afterwards he would head straight home, however, as of late, he had been taking longer to get home even though his office was not too far from his home. He even has been making up lies about where he has been and what not.

The husband was in his mid-twenties, short auburn hair and a light tan. He had a modest build and had a height of 5’11. His looks were just barely (to Azaki’s standards) over average and had sharp yet inviting grey eyes. The man for some reason was not wearing a suit, unlike his coworkers who left the workplace with him, and had not carry on or suitcase. He was dressed causal yet dressy; the type you would wear to go out to parties. The said man stuffed his hands in his pockets and headed in the direction opposite from his home. Azaki began to take mental notes as she waited a good five minutes before trailing him.

A good forty minutes had passed and the husband had reached his destination, the Sky Bar; a popular attraction for those seeking a good ole’ night on the town. This was a strike for the husband, whom she just remembered was named Takeshi. If he was going out to party, he should’ve told his wife. Also he was not with friends however that thought was discarded once Azaki saw Takeshi inside, chatting with a couple of people. By looking at the way they acted, the group of young adults seemed to be very familiar with Takeshi’s presence and even the bartender greeted him warmly. So it was obvious he was a regular here.

Azaki decided to stopped watching from a distance; she wanted to question some of the people acquainted with him or at least test whether or not he was truly a cheating bastard (Azaki finds cheating to be a big no-no).  She walked into the club to find it packed. Club house music was blaring, people were dancing, and some were even close to being drunk. Regardless however, she pressed on. She walked up to the bar and sat on a bar stool. A bartender came to attend to her soon enough.

“Want would you like Miss…?”

“Yumi and I’d like a cosmic slushy”

“Right away Yumi-chan” The bartender began making the drink “You new around here? Never seen you before” he finished and handed Azaki the drink.

“I guess. I came here to meet someone” Azaki
answered with a fake cheery smile as she sipped her drink. It tasted sweet, like candy, but fizzy like soda.

“Oh? And who would that be?” the bartender questioned as he was polishing a few wine glasses.

Azaki gave a fake giggle as a small blush dusted her cheeks “Takeshi. You wouldn’t know where he is now would you?”

The bartender’s eyes widen and he cursed under his breath “Damn why does he always get the pretty ones” He sighed but continued “Yea I know the player boy. You must be another one of his girls”

Suspicions confirmed. Takeshi is a cheating bastard. Azaki looked at her watch, tapping her chin with a perplexed expression adorning her face. “Hm, where is he? Guess I should look around. See ya later”

Azaki dug in her pocket and placed the money on the counter. She took a big swip of her drink and left, waving goodbye, no one noticing she took pictures of Takeshi surrounded by a few girls and partying.

As soon as Azaki left the Sky Bar, she went straight to the client’s, Sasami, house. Once there she gave her the photos and evidence she had gathered. To her surprise, Sasami took it quite well. Just telling her thank you and that her job was over, yet as she left, she heard glass breaking and curses toward the ever oblivious Takeshi.