His footsteps left deep impressions in the sand as he walked.Zaiaku had receieved a letter for his first C-Rank mission.He had to speak to Warden Yuno Yaku of the Jigoku Prison.The prison itself was a few minutes away from Sunagakure and it was already in sight.It was quite big,possibly half as tall as the Kazekage's tower.He sighed inwardly.He still hasn't removed his armor or weapons,mainly due to the fact he was trying to be Chunin and then Anbu,mostly because he wanted to beat his.....rival Akuma.Oh yes.Zaiaku has yet to forget about Akuma,the first(besides his mother) to treat him as a actual human being and to put him in a draw.He smiled inwardly."I'll have to smack him when I see him again."He thought,chuckling quietly.

Finally,he arrived at the prison door.Two guards,obviously shorter than him,merely nodded and led him inside.Prison cells were on either side of the massive prison.The prisoners yelled out curses and vulgarities,slightly agitating Zaiaku.Which a angry sigh,he took off his hood and let out a massive,animalistic roar,baring his large and sharp fangs.The prison went silent,except the two guards,who chuckled quietly.Zaiaku let out a simple "Hmph" and continued following them.They eventually walked up a flight of stairs and stopped at the door at the end of them."He is through here."Said one of the guards calmly.Zaiaku merely nodded and walked inside.The office was relatively stunning.Velvet carpet,shiny walls,even a small television.Zaiaku was slightly jealous as he went and sat in the chair in-front of the Warden's desk.The warden turned,a tired yet serious expression on his face."I suppose your the ninja I asked for?"He said in a serious tone."Yeah..I am."Zaiaku said,noticing a ashtray full of cigars.Presuming it was safe to safe to smoke,he pulled his own cigars out and lit one.Before his placed it in his mouth,he pulled out another,offering the oldman.The warden looked at it for a few seconds before taking it,lighting it with his own lighter.The two inhaled at the same time and let out a cloud of smoke,which was followed by a relaxed sigh.

A few minutes of utter silence passed before he resumed talking."Five of our prisoners have escaped."He said,holding the cigar between his middle and index fingers."Hmmm...."Zaiaku said,looking at his cigar but also listening."Three murderers and two rapists,all of them are petty children compared to the average prisoner here.Zaiaku chuckled at that remark,making the Warden smile a little bit."They fled into the desert.Though they are not on deathrow or anything,we can't have them running around,free to do what they want."Zaiaku put the cigar back in his mouth and inhaled deeply before letting a large cloud of smoke erupt from his nose."Understandable."He responded,now looking at the man.The warden nodded."They don't know any particular jutsu of any kind.They are lower than genin."Zaiaku snorted,holding back his laughter."....Atleast try to bring them back alive."The warden said with a sigh."Can't make any promises!"Zaiaku repiled as he walked out the office and the stairs.

Though yelling once more,the prisoners grew quiet as Zaiaku walked passed them once more.He couldn't help but smile.For once,he was enjoying being feared by others,mainly due to the fact the 'others' are scum.Though he walked,his eyes darted from each and every prisoners,reading their expressions.Some were of fear,terror,arrogance,and none caring.Zaiaku expected as much.Eventually,he made it to the door and exited the facility.The same guards from before were still there.Zaiaku took out a small pile of ryo and placed it in each of the guards' hands.They looked at him with mild confusion.Zaiaku merely smirked and left the prison.Night fall quickly came as Zaiaku wandered the desert.The only light scource was the moon,and even at that,clouds were setting in.After a few hours,Zaiaku finally sat down and rested.He sat cross-legged in the sand,looking around,wondering where the fackity fack the prisoners were.Finally,he looked at the sky,bored,and he noticed smoke.He raised a eyebrow and got up.He might as well check it out.He tranversed the sands yet again until he saw a campfire with five people there.Zaiaku instantly got down and observed them.They were men and wore prison uniforms.Zaiaku let out a toothy smirk.

"You think they'll find us?"One of them asked."No ya scared little fucker,now shut up and let me think."Replied another.....Its nice to see they speak the same language as Zaiaku.Zaiaku remained listening for a few more moments,just in case he missed anything.In reality,he didn't besides the occasional swears.He sighed and took off his cloak,revealing his armor and forearm blades.He reached for his helmet,which was strapped to his waist,and put it on.He grabbed the handle of the blades and crouched down,armor slightly shining in to moon light.He suddenly jumped,using his powerful legs.One of the prisoners look up."What is tha-"He never finished his sentence,for Zaiaku used him and the man next to him as cushions.His blades drove deep into their necks,causing them to gurgle.The remaining three immedately stood in awe and terror.Soon,the two prisoners stopped moving,blood seeping from their mouths.Zaiaku now stood straight up and got in a boxing stance.The last three,seemingly enraged,charged at him at once.Zaiaku smirked and immediately threw two punches,one after another,at the two closest prisoners.The blades quickly entered their heads and were torn out.They fell to the ground,dead.The final prisoner stopped in tracks,fear plastered on his face.

Zaiaku growled and took control of the man's fear,pouncing on him.He shrieked in terror as Zaiaku let put a barrage of punches(which were also stabs due to the blades) upon the man's face.It was soon 'cut' up,which his eyes missing,bruses and scratches decorating him and blood every where.Zaiaku let out a satified sigh and went to his cloak and grabbed it.He then aligned the bodies,side by side,and tied his cloak around all their legs,allowing Zaiaku to drag them.After a few hours,it was morning and Zaiaku was at the prison,the bodies behind him.The guards' face grew grim when they saw them.Zaiaku proceeded inside,where all went quiet.The prisoners let out silent swears at the damage as Zaiaku passed by and went to the warden.Once there,the warden said nothing but let out a annoyed sigh and gave him his pay.Zaiaku smirked,handing the warden another cigar and left.".......I love going to prison."