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Nerves. There are always some when you're about to do something new. Partake in something that normally you would've done. As the day or hour grows near, anticipation begins to build, and the mind began to go into overdrive. Expectations, no matter how over the top they might be, dominates the mind. Beliefs of not being ready to experience what lies ahead them as doubts begin to snake their way to the surface. Can you actually do it? What if you mess up? Will people look at you differently? Would they laugh? Such notions trickle into the mind as one's self-confidence dwindles.

That is exactly what Razan felt this morning.

Waking up relatively early, though not something out of his norm, he got out of bed. Ignoring the coldness of the wooden floors, he went across the room and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning out of  the room after fifteen minutes, wearing a printed black t-shirt, and dark navy blue jeans, Razan walked over to the dresser drawer. There laying on top were a couple of scrolls, each one being designated by a marker that told what was stored within them. Glancing over them, he grabbed the furthest one, unraveling it and reading the contents.

A mission scroll. Having picked it up last night, before the Administration office closed to ronins and none native shinobis. He didn't look at the contents that night due to being tired, but he did listen to what the shinobi at the office had to say about it: something about a woman being stalked and wanted a shinobi to follow her about the day and see if they can spot who was stalking her. There wasn't any mention of having to confront the stalker, therefore, the mission was a low-risk one. Perfect for someone like him.

Rolling up the scroll after reading it, Razan sealed it in one of the seals located on his clothing. Noticing that it's still early, he put his hair in a low hanging ponytail that being held together by a tribal looking clip, and exited his room to head to the kitchen and cook breakfast. Maybe doing something like that would calm his nerves down.

A western style breakfast sounded nice right about now. . .

With stomach satisfied and dishes cleaned, Razan thought more about the mission and how he was going to complete it. Now with a sounded planned in mind, two hours were spent lollygagging about, doing various meaningless tasks to settle his nerves. Did all genins act like this at the prospect of their first mission? He wondered briefly, dismissing the thought soon after, having noticed the time on the clock.

Ten minutes before showtime. . .

Moving towards a mirror, Razan started the first part of his plan. Charka channeled throughout his body, taking root, and slowly morphed his appearance. Russet brown eyes lighten to a sexy cognac brown. Soft boyish features sharpened and strengthen, showing the signs of maturity and masculinity. His attire changed as well. The black t-shirt turned in a silk, long sleeve white, buttoned up shirt tucked in black dress pants with a silk belt buckle on display. Finishing the transformation, he admired himself in the mirror, nodding in approval before heading out.

Time to talk to Rinarata-san.

It was understandable really. Why someone would want to stalk a person like Rinarata-san. The woman beauty were second to none and it was matched with a warm, caring personality. A far cry from what he had expected. Talking to the woman, laying down a plan on how to find the stalker, and getting insight on who might be stalking her, he learned quite a bit. Roughly five years ago, she had a bad breakup with her abusive ex-husband who, before she left the town, promised he would never let her go. There weren't any contact between the two sense. With herself not knowing what happened to him. This gave Razan some concerns though they were pushed to the side for now. After everything was said and done, he left the house. . .

For the whole day he followed Rinarata-san though he did not shadow her like some might expect, at least not all the time. There would be times when they accidentally bump into each other at a vendor or some shop. The two of them conversing in light communication, nothing that would raise suspicion, before going their separate ways. He gave the illusion of returning home, staying inside for hours, before emerging back out. While in truth, he did none of that. Through watching her, Razan had three suspects on his radar, something that he told Rinarata-san about. Unfortunately, or fortunately in her case, none matched the description of her husband.

Walking into the Sky Bar, the place being packed with locals and foreigns alike. He weaved his way through the sea of people and made it to the bar.Waiting for the bartender to come with his ordered drink, his thoughts were interrupted by Rinarata-san.

Elegant. The only word to describe the woman who sat beside him, a glass of alcohol already in hand, and struck up a casual conversation. As the two mingled, their actions became bolder as the alcohol took effect. Slight touching of hands. An accidental touch of the leg or thigh. Whispering with each other, laughing at jokes only known by them. An offer to dance was taken. The two losing themselves on the dance floor, enjoying each other company. Actions became bolder and aggressive, Razan placing his hands on her hips with his partner not rejecting them, instead, welcoming the gesture and repaid it with a saucy dance. Soon, though, the club became dull to them, and they left. Together. Arm in arm. . .

Only after they were some distance away from the club, did Razan spoke. "Your employee, Shibaguchi Kyuichi,  is the one stalking you.", ignoring the look of surprise, he continued "Throughout the day, aside from me, you ran into him the most. He was the only one interested in what you had planned for the day. And during the times I bumped into you, he was watching from afar, and looked less than pleased. I confirmed it was him tonight when he showed up at the bar. He got increasing mad when he saw our interactions. It kind of make sense. You are a beautiful woman, and any teen would be obsessed with someone like you. ."

More words were exchanged between the two, Rinarata mentioning she would be firing the young man tomorrow, and Razan agreeing with it. With the two wanting to spend more time together. . .

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