Zaiaku was asleep in his cozy little bed, a certain, nude otter boy right beside him. It wasn't until the sunlight of his blasted window slowly awoke him, a ray of light hitting him dead in the eyes. Slowly and unsurely, he arose from the comfortable mattress and rubbed his eyes, yawning loudly as he did so. Once again, he glared at the window, as if it would make the sunlight go away. Of course, it didn't, making the giant groan and get out of bed. He walked to the bathroom, brushed his fangs...er..'teeth', took a long, warm shower, and put went back to his room. He opened his closet door and began rummaging for any salvagable clothes that were hidden deep in the dank, dark closet of doom....ness. After a few seconds, he managed to full out his Chunin vest, pants, and sandels. Slowly and groggily, he put on the pants, vest, and his sandels. Now he was looking for his helmet, kunai, and headband. With a unwanting sigh, he looked about his room. Messy, unclean, smells like something I cannot mention at the moment. Yup, this was Zaiaku's room alright. After wandering about for a bit, he finally found them under his bed. Getting on his bed, his large arm managed to reach his helment first. Then headband. Then the kunai. Standing up, he donned his equipment and labeled himself as ready to start the day. A few inches later, he was walking down the street, heading to the Administration Building to see if he could find any good missions today. He calmly entered the building and got in line. Once coming to the counter, the man nonchalantly gave him a scroll with the mission details inside of it.

Zaiaku merely nodded and put it into his pocket and walked out. Now that he was outside, he continued to walk about for a bit. He decided to waste some time, since it was still the early morning, and began climbing some houses. Once on top, he began jumping across the rooftops. During this, he took out the scroll from his vest and finally began reading it, something about a three foot scorpion near some homes. Zaiaku chuckled, imaging the people fleeing in terror from the arachnid. He chuckled darkly as he changed course, now heading for the designated neighborhood in which the pest had infested.

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After nearly hopping over about fifty buildings like a large, gray, hairless desert monkey, Zaiaku soon entered the Mission Area. "Let it begin...." He said quietly to himself as he landed on the ground. The neighborhood was in the rich section of Sunagakure, where all the richies and bigots lived. Zaiaku shivered. Oh how he wanted to leave and let these people suffer. Oh how he wanted to leave them in terror and despair. However, he couldn't. Not matter how sweet it would taste, he was on a mission, and he had to obey orders, no matter what they may be. Groaning in almost childish frustration, he walked down the road, passing elegant houses, heading toward the last known location of the scorpion. It wasn't long until he heard cries of fear and terror. In-fact, they were getting closer as he walked. It only took a mere second to arrive at the house, a family, servants, and friends were outside, staring at it in mild terror. As Zaiaku came closer, one of them turned to him and screamed again. "It's a demon!" She yelled, the crowd screaming once more, huddling together. Zaiaku frowned and walked closer. The mush of people whimpered, close to tears, as Zaiaku crossed his arms. They screamed. "SHUT UP!" Zaiaku suddenly yelled, a vein nearly popping as he did. "I'm the guy they sent to kill the fucking scorpion, so shut the hell up, and tell me where it is." He said, eyes narrowing. A man came forward, albeit, clumsily so. "Y-yes..erm...I am Nodai Ichimune...owner of the house. T-the creature is held up in the master bedroom. It's locked so-" "Got it."

Zaiaku marched into the large mansion, and was quickly taken aback from how massive it was from the inside.

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It was brand new. No broken furniture, no signs of struggle. Hell, he could still smell the food on the dinning room table. Then again, the guy did say they held it up in the bedroom....so..yeah. With a sigh, Zaiaku began to tranverse the property, kunai in hand. The floor was covered in dark velvet carpet, while huge columns dotted the walls. He managed to find the stairs and climbed up. And climbed. And climbed. And climbed.....just how long was the freaking stairs? Seriously, do those pathetic excuses for people who are trembling in their panties always walk up these, or is there a elevator and Zaiaku was just to stupid to notice it on first glance? Shaking his head and not wanting to think about, Zaiaku finally managed to get to the top. Sure he had to crawl due to how freaking tired he was, but he still made it, right? Nonetheless, Zaiaku laid on his back, panting like a beast in heat as he tried to regain his breath. In-fact, he would've fallen asleep, laying on his back, right there and then if it weren't for the rummaging he was hearing down the hall. Guessing it was near, Zaiaku (after wheezing) got to his feet and stood.

Kunai in hand, he walked down the long hall way, the sound getting louder and louder. Numerous pictures were on the wall, perhaps of the family and their Ancestors. Though he was tempted to draw all over them, he resisted the urge, especially when there a loud, long hiss that echoed throughout the entire hallway. Upon walking further, he found a door that was blocked by a dresser, the hisses being the loudest thing behind it. Zaiaku pushed the furniture out of the way and, after a pause, rushed in. There it was. That damned pest they been complaining about. It was.......ugly to say the least. It immediately went for him, lunging its tail forward for a stab. Zaiaku instantly moved to the side and stabbed it with the kunai in his hand...repeatedly. With his free hand, he held the stinger in place and with his foot, kept the scorpion itself in place. The stabbing went on for about an hour until the creature stopped twitching. Satisfied with his work, he carried it outside and presented. "I'll take my pay in-cash now, thank you."

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