1 Just Another Job [Private] Fri May 22, 2015 1:20 am
Kyohei
D-rank
Some people spend their whole lives searching for a profound meaning, some grand design bigger than themselves to blame and point to when things go badly. Desperate, they claw at and cling to the dogmas of religion or the words of silver-tongued leaders, begging for a release from the truth: We are alone in this world, each and every one of us. There are no sagely and loving gods in the skies above offering us support or salvation. The men whom you place your trust in and follow like sheep to a herder are conmen who seek nothing more than to leverage your naivety for their own ascent to power. If you’re still sitting stagnant in this world waiting for a handout or whatever you perceive “justice” to be, sorry to break it to you, but it’s not coming. Good or bad, right or wrong, there is only you to place your trust in. I had to learn that quickly…
A white flash of lightning illuminates the sky silently, prefacing the arrival of the violent roar of a thunderclap. Sounds of a heavy downpour slamming against a darkened window echo in a luxurious office in the downtown area of Konohagakure.
Kyohei glared silently through the dimly lit room at the back of an amber colored, leather office char that faced the back wall. The tension in the room was palpable as Kyohei, the man in the chair, and his two guards all waited to see who would be the first to break the silence in their current situation. With each passing moment the air in the room seemed to get heavier and heavier, all of the men anxiously waiting for what seemed to be an inevitable objection from the Uchiha in regards to the latest assignment that had just been handed to him in letter form.
“Are you really just going to sit there? Sheesh, kids these days.” growled the rugged voice belonging to the man hidden by the backwards facing chair. Suddenly the chair would be spun around with gusto, revealing an older, heavyset man. Kyohei’s eyes immediately locked with the dull, brown eyes of the man across the desk from him. He had come to know the man’s look all too well from the time he had been in his employment. Every feature of the man was familiar to the Uchiha; his balding head, leaving the sides unshaved as if desperately trying to cling to his youth, his the salt & pepper goatee which lined his disgusting mouth, the same brand of cigar that always seemed to be blowing smoke from the man’s direction. All of them Kyohei found disgusting. “What? None of that legendary Uchiha rage? And here I was expecting sparks to fly. I have to say I’m disappointed in you, Kyohei. Aren’t you going to at least attempt to talk your way out of this job? Hit me with a logical reason for someone else to be better suited for this work. Ask me to cancel the job altogether. Appeal to my humanity. Something! You’re making this not even fun.”
525/3000
A white flash of lightning illuminates the sky silently, prefacing the arrival of the violent roar of a thunderclap. Sounds of a heavy downpour slamming against a darkened window echo in a luxurious office in the downtown area of Konohagakure.
Kyohei glared silently through the dimly lit room at the back of an amber colored, leather office char that faced the back wall. The tension in the room was palpable as Kyohei, the man in the chair, and his two guards all waited to see who would be the first to break the silence in their current situation. With each passing moment the air in the room seemed to get heavier and heavier, all of the men anxiously waiting for what seemed to be an inevitable objection from the Uchiha in regards to the latest assignment that had just been handed to him in letter form.
“Are you really just going to sit there? Sheesh, kids these days.” growled the rugged voice belonging to the man hidden by the backwards facing chair. Suddenly the chair would be spun around with gusto, revealing an older, heavyset man. Kyohei’s eyes immediately locked with the dull, brown eyes of the man across the desk from him. He had come to know the man’s look all too well from the time he had been in his employment. Every feature of the man was familiar to the Uchiha; his balding head, leaving the sides unshaved as if desperately trying to cling to his youth, his the salt & pepper goatee which lined his disgusting mouth, the same brand of cigar that always seemed to be blowing smoke from the man’s direction. All of them Kyohei found disgusting. “What? None of that legendary Uchiha rage? And here I was expecting sparks to fly. I have to say I’m disappointed in you, Kyohei. Aren’t you going to at least attempt to talk your way out of this job? Hit me with a logical reason for someone else to be better suited for this work. Ask me to cancel the job altogether. Appeal to my humanity. Something! You’re making this not even fun.”
525/3000