When he accepted the mission to go undercover for a local store, he hadn't thought much of it. If anything it seemed like it would be easy enough and give him a chance to do much calmer work than most other missions and training would allow him. This was a very much needed breath of fresh air. At least, that was what he went in to this hoping for. A paid sort of vacation, if you would. To him, even working behind a counter as a cashier for a few hours was considered relaxation time. The methodical exchange of money and items as he kept an eye on the other employees for any signs of trouble...yeah, that was pretty relaxing for him. Not to mention, it kept him busy but not too on edge. Heaven.

He couldn't say he cared much for the manager who came by every 20 minutes to check on his progress as a new employee. It was a little annoying to have him hover in the little space, giving unnecessary tips or praise that did nothing to make him feel better about what he was doing. Then he would rush off with his dark, messy pony tail bouncing around like a docked fox tail. He wouldn't be surprised if it smelled like that, too, but he had no desire to get any closer to find out. For the umpteenth time, Jukoku --Or was it Juroki? Jukogu?-- came by and hovered as he quietly counted up an old woman's money and dealt out her appropriate change. The older man gave him a sleazy smile and opened his mouth as if to speak when the store owner called his name.

Ah, it was Juroku. Not that he found that important. Rolling his eyes, Rinao brushed his bangs back from his face and watched the newly familiar brown nosing act unfold before him. He pretended not to be paying attention, but in truth he was eavesdropping this time out of partial interest and boredom. Did the owner say he was leaving? That didn't bode well with him to be stuck here with Juroku and his bad vibes. Maybe he would snap and turn serial killer. That would be just his luck, finally thinking he had caught a bit of a break with this mission. He watched him wave the owner goodbye, who spared a look past the creepy older man to smile at him. Right. Maybe now he would figure out what was going on, because everything had been quiet thus far.

The next 2 hours proved to be even less eventful than before, and even Juroku did not come by to check on him. There were more employees milling around in the front he noticed, however. It made him suspicious about what was going on in the storage area and offices in the back. Rinao called over a woman who he knew took over during his lunch break earlier, and asked her to watch the register while he went to the bathroom. With a puzzled look, she nodded and offered him a smile and a quiet 'take your time'. He thanked her as he moved off, passing through the doorless entryway in to the hall in the back. As he walked down it, he heard voices and decided this was his best lead.

It turned out to be Juroku in his office, with a younger girl sitting uncomfortable in a little chair across from the desk. He was sitting on the edge of said desk, extremely too close to her. As he watched through the crack in the door, the older man reached out and put a hand on her knee. A sharp laugh from somewhere back in the front of the store made him jump hard enough to knock the door closed. With a muffled curse, he hurried down in to the storage area. That was not something he needed to see. After returning to his post, it was several minutes before he saw the man emerge from the back and start patrolling the floor. As he watched, the man moved close and sometimes spoke low to the other employees. Their highly uncomfortable expressions made him wonder if there was more than he was seeing going on.

Eventually, Juroku made his way back to where Rinao was. Rush hour had passed, leaving him bored and leaning against the counter slightly. It was close to being the end of the shift, and many of the employees had already gone in to the back. More than eager to card out and leave. What was different about this time was more than just that, however. The older man was close enough he could feel his breath on his neck. So not cool. He really needed to brush his teeth more often. Doing his best to politely answer his trivial questions and not get too irritated with him. Then the man moved closer, and he felt the distinct hand that caressed his backside. Shock came over his face as the man whispered suggestions of getting together after work.

Without much thought, he turned around and smacked the man hard enough to knock him back on his behind on the ground. Rinao was red in the face, whether from anger or embarrassment. It occurred to him this was what he was doing to the other employees. The very thought of anyone being touched in any way by this disgusting man infuriated him to no end. It took 2 other employees to keep him from kicking the man, who promptly fled in to the office as someone rushed off to get in contact with the owner. Some of the other employees had emerged from the back and were standing around him and talking in excited voices about how he stood up to Juroku. At least he had solved the mystery, and it seemed the other victims were willing to spill it about their cowardly boss now due to his show of courage in dealing with him. Rinao just really wanted a shower now. He could have cared less about the praise.