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Zaiaku yawned/growled/gurgled as the first rays of light penetrated through his window.The giant groggily opened one of his dull red, monsterous eyes as it darted around the room, searching for what was to be the item to shut off his alarm clock today.Locking onto a kunai,he grabbed it and quickly flung up,piercing the small machine and breaking it, the alarm shutting off.Zaiaku,not wanting to get out of his comfortable bed,he dragged himself out,clawing at the mattris,as if,hopeing it will stop his advance to the closet.Of course,not doing what he had hoped.He flung the closet door open,ignoring the heap of clothes in it,and pulled out his standard shinobi outfit.Pants, Headband, Chunin jacket, sandels, and such.Grabbing his clothes,he headed towards the bathroom, stripping out of his boxer's along the way there.He plopped his clothes down and entered his shower,turning on the water and adjusting it to a hot and steamy shower.

He sighed as the water slowly woke him up and washed away the groggyness and crankyness.The water truly felt good and he could his feel his muscles cracking and loosening in relaxation."Zaiaku!Your breakfast is on the table!"His mother sang from behind the door before leaving,her footsteps audible from her large weigh."Thanks..."He called back,turning off the water and stepping out of his former heaven as he tied a tower around his waist.He went to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush before brushing his teeth....fang...things.Once done, he lazily put on his pants,sandels,and chunin vest.

Afterward,he tied his head band on his arm and headed for his room, getting his kunai from the destroyed alarm clock and putting it in one of his pockets,as well as getting his senbon and doing the same thing aswell.He then headed for the kitchen and sat on the table,surveying his meal.Bacon,eggs,buttered toast,and water.Basic food.With another yawn,he grabbed each food with his rather large hand and swallowed them whole, as his large size allowed him to do so.

After spending a few hours at home,he headed towards the mission office.

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Zaiaku down the side-walk, extremely bored. Main reason why he was WILLINGLY going to the Mission Office was because he needed some extra money for a snazzy new pair of boxing gloves he had his eyes on for a while now. They were black in color and shiny, brand-new of course, and costing a few hundred ryo. Indeed, this was one of the very times Zaiaku would go take a mission willingly. It wasn't long till he arrived, a line of five people in-front of him. Zaiaku sighed, irrated and grumpy, before he took his place as the sixth person in line. A minute into it, and Zaiaku was already tapping his headband with his claws impatiently. Three minutes into it, he had finally reached the front, his headband now sporting numerous small scratches against the metal. "Just gimme one." He said, the woman just staring at him for a moment before sighing and giving a random paper. "Thanks." He said simply as he walked out the building, reading the paper. So he was going to be helping the hospital. How hard could it be?

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The walk to the hospital was a boring as getting the Mission Handout place and waiting in line. Though his helmet's visor managed to keep the sun out of his eyes, it was still hot as hell and it made him sweat under his jacket and pants. Though people no longer gave him dirty looks, no body really cared about him either, not even a fine 'howdy do'. It pissed him off, but he lived with it. Not like he could do something about it anyway. After a few minutes of walking, he was finally at the Sunagakure Hospital. Stepping inside, he let out a content sigh at the air conditioned rooms of the place, already feeling calmer. He walked to receptionist desk and showed her his mission. She merely nodded and told him to go a certain room, saying a doctor was needing assitance. Doing as he was told, he merely nodded and went into a elevator. He pressed the button and waited patiently as it slowly went up. Just what did this guy need that he required a assitant? Walking out the elevator and going to the room, he soon found out. Two patients, it seemed, side by side. In-front of them was a man, possibly fifty years of age, holding a clipboard. He looked at Zaiaku and smiled. He came to him. "I'm Doctor Igna, young shinobi. Thank you for helping the hospital today!" He said happily Zaiaku merely nodded. Before he could say anything, however, the fine doctor interrupted him. "We need to get their breakfast, I can't leave them, so you have to do it. He said as he handed him a slip of paper. "Show this to the cafeteria workers, they'll understand." He said before shooing Zaiaku off. Sighing, he obeyed and went down to the cafeteria. "We're closed." Said a woman in a hair net. Zaiaku merely gave her the slip. Reading it, a small smile grew. "Yea, sure, its right on the counter, now get." Zaiaku went and took the two plates. He clumsily went back to the elevators and somehow managed to pushed the buttons. Back up to the rooms, he almost tripped as he re-entered the dual patient room. Dr.Igna smiled and quickly relieved him of the food. "Thank you. You may go." He said simply. Zaiaku blinked, then shook his head, taking the elevator once again, but this time, to home.

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It was the second day of the mission, and Zaiaku was ready this time. In-fact, he was already at the hospital, all dressed in his shinobi outfit and helmet on. He, almost proudly, walked through the glass doors and came inside, greeting the receptionist like he did last time. She merely nodded and sent Zaiaku on his way. This time, he was going downstairs, to the children area. Apparently, from what he was told, he was suppose to carry two crippled twins to their rooms from the play area because their wheel chairs were broken and they none to spare. As such, he went on accordingly, entering the play area....and found it was rather empty safe for a few families and their children. He quickly spotted the twins, in the corner, playing Rock Paper Scissors. He came to them, to which, they looked up. "I'm here to take ya to your rooms.....?" He said unsurely as he looked down at the children. They were both boys, identical. Blonde hair, pale skin and.......no legs. The very site made Zaiaku gulp lightly. The boys simply smiled warmly and nodded, holding their arms out, as if to hug. Zaiaku easily picked them up and held them. He slowly walked out the room, having sworn he saw some parents smile at him. It wasn't long till they arrive into the apppropriate room, Zaiaku laying the boys on their beds. They smiled and thank him, even hugging him. It warmed his heart....slightly. He now returned to the elevator, ending his second day.

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The final day at the hospital. It perhaps came too soon. Zaiaku was actually beginning to enjoy himself. Nonetheless, he walked in once more, as if this was already a decided thing. He waved the same receptionist once more. She waved back and handed him another little sheet. Silently reading it, he nodded and went inside the elevator and went into the basement level. Apparently, a patient was wandering about, out his room, arrogant enough to think he was alright, and collapsed somewhere down here. There was a group of doctors already done there looking as well. Once down there, he was quickly greeted by them, and was told to help. Zaiaku, however, knew a much easier way. He closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing out the chakra of anything nearby. Almost instantly, he found the patient. After a few moments of walking, he turned and found him, laying on the floor...as well. The doctor retrieved him and went to the elevator, greatly thanking Zaiaku. Zaiaku, however, merely waved and headed up the stair case, going home.

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