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Konoha -----> Iwa Fri Nov 02, 2012 6:54 pm
Moussa Sissoko
D-rank
Moussa wasn’t in a particularly good mood right now. He had just got out of the hospital after treating a few bitchy genin, ungrateful annoying little people they were, and he smelled like antiseptic. He had come to Konoha with the hope of a diplomatic mission, and was shown only violence and anger. The Tsuchikage had deceived Mouse, he had lied to him in order to support his own foolish motives, and that pissed Mouse off. Moussa was usually a pretty tolerant person, loyal and obedient to the bone; but he had been lied to. He had been mislead and his trust had been broken. Moussa wasn’t going to return to Iwa, not to go back to working for that idiot no. He was going back to Iwa for one reason and one reason only. Revenge. Dengen had probably reached Iwa by now, and was probably comfortable again, dismissing Mouse completely as a worthless Special Jonin, lost on a mission. Well he was about to encounter Mouse again, and it wasn’t going to be too pretty. Mouse could be a valuable ally if you stay on his good side, loyal and obedient, and not rebellious to being under a higher power. But once the trust is broken, someone is going to meet a Mouse that they wish they hadn’t have fucked with.
Mouse had his head down as he walked through Konoha, he didn’t quite fancy his face being seen before he fled the village without leaving a trace of himself. After he went missing, he would more than likely be considered a rouge, a missing nin. It would be best not to draw attention to himself right now, so he decided to just blend in with the crowd and walk. The smell of the famous Ichiraku ramen was strong when Mouse walked past the noodle bar, the scent of a perfect bowl of noodle soup, enough to make one excessively salivate on the spot. Mouse briefly considered buying one last bowl before he left, but decided against it, feeling that it would be too risky to let his face and voice be seen. It was a good time to flee the village, most of the higher ups were concerned with organizing and running the exams, while most of the villagers were out watching them. The Village was pretty empty, a perfect time to slip out, without leaving a trace of himself ever being in the Village. Before he left he kicked a rock into a puddle, watching the ripple. Mouse wondered if he could take on Dengen on his own, or if his fight would be in vain. It didn’t matter much, Moussa was still going to fight him.
Moussa approached the gate, his head still down, making sure to seem as casual as possible. The guard would probably ask Mouse for some form of Identity, which would suck pretty badly for his whole “Not Leaving a Trace” plan. Mouse considered the things to do. He could try to just quickly set off and run, hoping to catch the guard off guard; maybe getting the element of surprise on his side. Mouse instantly dismissed the idea, it wouldn’t do much for him trying not to draw attention, it would make him look suspicious and a pursuit team would more than likely be instantly deployed. He could lie and say that he was just going for a walk, wait until he was out of view and then split, off with the wind. Still no, the chuunin exams usually tightened the hell out of security, due to terrorist threats and other villages on sinister missions and such. Mouse was short on ideas, so he just decided to wing it, hoping that lady luck would be on his side. It turned out she was, Mouse grinned to himself deeply as he found the guard asleep on duty. Poor guy was going to get an absolute ass kicking when the village found out about the missing nin, but didn’t exactly care, he had just bought a free ticket out of Konohagakure, and had been easily let out, but a sleeping guard. Perfect.
Mouse had never ran so fast in his life, sprinting through the countryside, the wind rushing through his hair. He was smiling the whole way too, although he didn’t quite no why. On the inside he was a boiling pot of rage, majorly Peed Off at the Tsuchikage, almost ready to explode into a ball of flames. However on the outside he seemed as happy as can be, probably still ecstatic about the sleeping guard, not real happiness, just temporary. Mouse flung himself through the trees, flipping and somersaulting the whole way, showing off quite a bit. After he had defeated the Tsuchikage he knew what he was going to do. He was going to go rogue, become a missing nin. Wreaking havoc had become so much fun, even though he hadn’t done any yet. But Mouse was high off of the adrenaline, before he was going to fight the Tsuchikage, imagine it while he was fighting him? Or even after! Moussa had decided it, being a bad guy was way too much fun, he was definitely going to become a missing nin when all of this was over. Mouse’s expression instantly changed as he came to see the Outskirts of Iwagakure. The happiness was gone now, the boiling pot of rage had come to the surface, and was about to boil over. Moussa walked to the gate calmly, the guards knowing him and just assuming that he had returned late. Mouse gave them a quick nod and a fake smile as he calmly strolled through. It was ironic, he was more than likely going to have to kill these guards when he began to flee. Mouse walked through the rocky landscape of Iwagakure, knowing that he was only really heading for one place; he was only really here for one reason. The place he was going to was definitely the Tsuchikages Mansion, and Moussa was definitely here to fight him….and win
~~~Word Count: 1011/800~~~
Mouse had his head down as he walked through Konoha, he didn’t quite fancy his face being seen before he fled the village without leaving a trace of himself. After he went missing, he would more than likely be considered a rouge, a missing nin. It would be best not to draw attention to himself right now, so he decided to just blend in with the crowd and walk. The smell of the famous Ichiraku ramen was strong when Mouse walked past the noodle bar, the scent of a perfect bowl of noodle soup, enough to make one excessively salivate on the spot. Mouse briefly considered buying one last bowl before he left, but decided against it, feeling that it would be too risky to let his face and voice be seen. It was a good time to flee the village, most of the higher ups were concerned with organizing and running the exams, while most of the villagers were out watching them. The Village was pretty empty, a perfect time to slip out, without leaving a trace of himself ever being in the Village. Before he left he kicked a rock into a puddle, watching the ripple. Mouse wondered if he could take on Dengen on his own, or if his fight would be in vain. It didn’t matter much, Moussa was still going to fight him.
Moussa approached the gate, his head still down, making sure to seem as casual as possible. The guard would probably ask Mouse for some form of Identity, which would suck pretty badly for his whole “Not Leaving a Trace” plan. Mouse considered the things to do. He could try to just quickly set off and run, hoping to catch the guard off guard; maybe getting the element of surprise on his side. Mouse instantly dismissed the idea, it wouldn’t do much for him trying not to draw attention, it would make him look suspicious and a pursuit team would more than likely be instantly deployed. He could lie and say that he was just going for a walk, wait until he was out of view and then split, off with the wind. Still no, the chuunin exams usually tightened the hell out of security, due to terrorist threats and other villages on sinister missions and such. Mouse was short on ideas, so he just decided to wing it, hoping that lady luck would be on his side. It turned out she was, Mouse grinned to himself deeply as he found the guard asleep on duty. Poor guy was going to get an absolute ass kicking when the village found out about the missing nin, but didn’t exactly care, he had just bought a free ticket out of Konohagakure, and had been easily let out, but a sleeping guard. Perfect.
Mouse had never ran so fast in his life, sprinting through the countryside, the wind rushing through his hair. He was smiling the whole way too, although he didn’t quite no why. On the inside he was a boiling pot of rage, majorly Peed Off at the Tsuchikage, almost ready to explode into a ball of flames. However on the outside he seemed as happy as can be, probably still ecstatic about the sleeping guard, not real happiness, just temporary. Mouse flung himself through the trees, flipping and somersaulting the whole way, showing off quite a bit. After he had defeated the Tsuchikage he knew what he was going to do. He was going to go rogue, become a missing nin. Wreaking havoc had become so much fun, even though he hadn’t done any yet. But Mouse was high off of the adrenaline, before he was going to fight the Tsuchikage, imagine it while he was fighting him? Or even after! Moussa had decided it, being a bad guy was way too much fun, he was definitely going to become a missing nin when all of this was over. Mouse’s expression instantly changed as he came to see the Outskirts of Iwagakure. The happiness was gone now, the boiling pot of rage had come to the surface, and was about to boil over. Moussa walked to the gate calmly, the guards knowing him and just assuming that he had returned late. Mouse gave them a quick nod and a fake smile as he calmly strolled through. It was ironic, he was more than likely going to have to kill these guards when he began to flee. Mouse walked through the rocky landscape of Iwagakure, knowing that he was only really heading for one place; he was only really here for one reason. The place he was going to was definitely the Tsuchikages Mansion, and Moussa was definitely here to fight him….and win
~~~Word Count: 1011/800~~~
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