1 Searched and Destroyed [7 Bells Mission/Sanosuke] Fri Dec 20, 2013 4:50 pm
Gin
Retired
Seven Bells was beginning to take his toll on Kirigakure. His allies or lackeys or whatever he called them were wreaking havoc throughout the entire village, making people cower in fear at the mere mention their names. Io and Mizuru especially… though from what she had heard, he latter was already taken care of – and by someone she knew rather well, in fact. Now killing Io… that would deal a crippling blow to the team of criminals, leaving them without either of the leader’s two lieutenants. But no, it couldn’t be called a simple “team” anymore. In fact, that word had never really fit to describe the army that this Seven Bells character had created and led into Kirigakure. At least, that was what Gin had heard in the briefing, if it could even be called that. It had been a simple meeting with a member of the ANBU during the night. The masked figure had offered her a job, a mission to aid Kirigakure in its struggles. She was offered to choose a partner or let any willing person join her endeavor and she was all too happy to accept.
This… This was bound to be a challenging fight, something that could fill the void Gin carried with her for at least a few hours or eternally if it ended in her death. Whatever the outcome, she would accept it. She could only have herself to blame if she lost her life. She had made peace with herself a long time ago and had been ready for such a moment for years now. She only hoped that her chosen ally would have the same attitude towards this – ready, but not overconfident; cautious, but ready to risk it all at any time. She wondered as she ran atop the roofs of Kirigakure, jumping from one to the next with little care and much haste, hoping to be able to get this over with as soon as possible, before the tip she was given was no longer worth anything. They had a small window of opportunity to act and find Io isolated from the bulk of his army.
The former Kazekage knew where he was staying – a small pub with a good amount of privacy and well supplied in liquor. She threw the door open and looked around the room. Drunks and vagrants and whores riddled the place, laughing without a care in the world and enjoying what would happen later that same evening. Under any other circumstance, the young woman would have joined them in their drunken haze and joyful stupor so that she too could spend a night of happiness amidst the reign of chaos that slowly descended onto the village of her old friend. Ayakashi… Last she knew of the Mizukage, she was headed to confront Seven Bells himself in a one on one battle. She wondered how she was doing.
Truth be told, Gin would have never imagined that the Mizukage now lay dead. She would have thought that in a worst case scenario, she would have achieved a draw. So when she was to find out later on in the week that the Mizukage had perished… well, the shock would be difficult to cope with. The Mizukage had always been damn near invincible in her eyes, not to mention the only other person that knew who she really was besides…
“Sanosuke, open the goddam door already!” She yelled loudly as she knocked on the wooden thing, hoping to whatever entity ruled over the universe that he wasn’t getting laid with some poor civilian girl a few feet away from her. She would restrain from opening the door with one good kick just in case her thoughts were to become the truth. “We have a job to do – a very important one, mind you – so get your ass out here, grab whatever weapons you can and let’s go. We don’t have any time to waste,” her voice was stern and strict, almost as if ordering the younger man, which might as well have been the case. Once he opened the door, she would explain that Io was in the outskirts of the village and that they would have to head off immediately if they wanted a chance at killing the damned fucker once and for all. After that, she hoped they would set off to meet this man in battle within the dark forests that surrounded the village.
[Word Count: 741/5000]
This… This was bound to be a challenging fight, something that could fill the void Gin carried with her for at least a few hours or eternally if it ended in her death. Whatever the outcome, she would accept it. She could only have herself to blame if she lost her life. She had made peace with herself a long time ago and had been ready for such a moment for years now. She only hoped that her chosen ally would have the same attitude towards this – ready, but not overconfident; cautious, but ready to risk it all at any time. She wondered as she ran atop the roofs of Kirigakure, jumping from one to the next with little care and much haste, hoping to be able to get this over with as soon as possible, before the tip she was given was no longer worth anything. They had a small window of opportunity to act and find Io isolated from the bulk of his army.
The former Kazekage knew where he was staying – a small pub with a good amount of privacy and well supplied in liquor. She threw the door open and looked around the room. Drunks and vagrants and whores riddled the place, laughing without a care in the world and enjoying what would happen later that same evening. Under any other circumstance, the young woman would have joined them in their drunken haze and joyful stupor so that she too could spend a night of happiness amidst the reign of chaos that slowly descended onto the village of her old friend. Ayakashi… Last she knew of the Mizukage, she was headed to confront Seven Bells himself in a one on one battle. She wondered how she was doing.
Truth be told, Gin would have never imagined that the Mizukage now lay dead. She would have thought that in a worst case scenario, she would have achieved a draw. So when she was to find out later on in the week that the Mizukage had perished… well, the shock would be difficult to cope with. The Mizukage had always been damn near invincible in her eyes, not to mention the only other person that knew who she really was besides…
“Sanosuke, open the goddam door already!” She yelled loudly as she knocked on the wooden thing, hoping to whatever entity ruled over the universe that he wasn’t getting laid with some poor civilian girl a few feet away from her. She would restrain from opening the door with one good kick just in case her thoughts were to become the truth. “We have a job to do – a very important one, mind you – so get your ass out here, grab whatever weapons you can and let’s go. We don’t have any time to waste,” her voice was stern and strict, almost as if ordering the younger man, which might as well have been the case. Once he opened the door, she would explain that Io was in the outskirts of the village and that they would have to head off immediately if they wanted a chance at killing the damned fucker once and for all. After that, she hoped they would set off to meet this man in battle within the dark forests that surrounded the village.
[Word Count: 741/5000]