1 Whispers in the Dark [Issei/private/nokill] Fri Jan 29, 2016 11:12 am
Fukai
D-rank
Hands in pockets, leaning over and peering at the immediate path ahead, Fukai walked home in the middle of the night. The moon was full and lit the surrounding street. Hues in the rock that made up the houses shined from brick red to a grey silver. The sort of twilight that seemed eternal. Not a single thought was held in his head in this moment but he was still unable to enjoy this quiet moment. A blank yet uncomfortable state had settled within him and he didn't seem to be able to shake it. His soft clothed feet scuffed against the odd cobble that rose a little higher from the ground than the others. He felt a little dirty, having not bathed since his workout this morning, and he also needed a shave. He looked strange with the beginnings of dark silver wiskers growing from his chin, an unkempt and unprofessional look that did not concern the chuunin in the slightest. The blood red scarf dangled from his neck as it always did, the mirrored blade metronoming in time with his pace. All was still on that road apart from himself.
Then he became aware of another presence on the path ahead. His torso and neck twitched up, his eyes focussing on a young boy with a large cap pulled over his eyes. He stood there in the light of the moon with all but his large toothy smile covered by the hat. Motionless for another few seconds. Fukai didn't know how to react. "Fukai." The large shinobi's eyebrows lowered over his eyes. He didn't bother to make any other moves, if there were to be trouble, the staff on his back could be in his hands in a split second. "I have information that you will be interested in. There will be a raid on the orphanage tonight. They plan to take the kids. They meet at Oshi's bar." An ominous message indeed from a totally unknown source. As soon as the kid had finished speaking, he turned to run away.
"Wait a second!" Fukai hissed after him, rushing him down and grabbing his arm. "What the hell is-" The boy turned to face him, only his smile peeked out from underneath the brim of his cap. A snicker came from behind Fukai, and when he lurched around to see where it was coming from, there was nothing there. Turning back around, he found the boy gone and his hand holding thin air.
It was forty minutes later and Fukai had made his way into Oshi's bar. It was a run down old shack with a burly man at the taps. No one else was in the room apart from them. Fukai rigged a makeshift hood with his scarf and sat in a table in the corner of the room that faced the bar. So that if someone was to enter the bar, they would walk to get their booze without necessarily seeing him. He had plonked a half pint of beer down next to him but had no intention to drink it. It looked and smelt like piss, the rest of the establishment didn't give him much hope as to the taste. He sat there and waited, not really believing that he had come here.
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Then he became aware of another presence on the path ahead. His torso and neck twitched up, his eyes focussing on a young boy with a large cap pulled over his eyes. He stood there in the light of the moon with all but his large toothy smile covered by the hat. Motionless for another few seconds. Fukai didn't know how to react. "Fukai." The large shinobi's eyebrows lowered over his eyes. He didn't bother to make any other moves, if there were to be trouble, the staff on his back could be in his hands in a split second. "I have information that you will be interested in. There will be a raid on the orphanage tonight. They plan to take the kids. They meet at Oshi's bar." An ominous message indeed from a totally unknown source. As soon as the kid had finished speaking, he turned to run away.
"Wait a second!" Fukai hissed after him, rushing him down and grabbing his arm. "What the hell is-" The boy turned to face him, only his smile peeked out from underneath the brim of his cap. A snicker came from behind Fukai, and when he lurched around to see where it was coming from, there was nothing there. Turning back around, he found the boy gone and his hand holding thin air.
It was forty minutes later and Fukai had made his way into Oshi's bar. It was a run down old shack with a burly man at the taps. No one else was in the room apart from them. Fukai rigged a makeshift hood with his scarf and sat in a table in the corner of the room that faced the bar. So that if someone was to enter the bar, they would walk to get their booze without necessarily seeing him. He had plonked a half pint of beer down next to him but had no intention to drink it. It looked and smelt like piss, the rest of the establishment didn't give him much hope as to the taste. He sat there and waited, not really believing that he had come here.
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