1 A fork in the road, I'll take the easy path, thanks. [Mission, Private] Sun Dec 15, 2013 10:17 pm
Aburame Yamada
D-rank
Yamada lay on a soft bench in downtown Iwagakure. It had been over two weeks since he had departed Konohagakure. There were rather unusual circumstances in which he had left, however. He had met with a Jounin of Konoha, Mitsuo Sarutobi, and a young Nara boy. A spar was arranged but Yamada wasnt up for the serious hurt that Mitsuo looked like handing out. After the spar, Yamada had made it his mission to get stronger. He went out and completed a series of somewhat degrading tasks for the hidden leaf, all the while training hard. Then one day the news hit. Sarutobi Mitsuo, KIA.
Yamada had decided that it was time to get the hell out of Konoha. It was eerie to him that a man who seemed to possess so much power was killed by a lowly criminal. Yamada suspected that Konoha had betrayed Mitsuo for fear of him becoming too powerful. It was typical of the arranged order of things to do such a lowly deed, he hated living under order. That was the other half of why he left. He was feeling oppressed, the political hierachy was irritating him. His longing for chaos had brought him to the great village of Iwagakure.
Yamada scratched his head as he adjusted his body position to find a more comfortable spot on the bench. Two weeks it had been. Two weeks since Yamada had done anything. He left Konoha, and refused to do anything once he reached Iwa. It was unfortunate for Yamada that he possessed such a way of thinking, because the way things work is: No Missions, No Money. Yamada knew this well, he knew that he needed to get off of his backside and do something if he wanted to carry on living in Iwa for more than a week. He was poor.
The thing was, Yamada really didnt want to do anything that would benefit the higher ups in any way. Order would be the end of this world, and Yamada could not have any part in this. No. Yamada needed a knew way of making money, something that wouldnt be contributing to order. He could sell drugs? No, drugs were too much of a hassle to make and making drugs is the job for an unskilled civilian. Yamada grabbed a Kunai off of his belt and twiddled it on his finger, trying to think of ways to make money, and make it fast. He watched it as it rotated around his finger before slipping it back into his belt. Just as he was getting up he heard a voice from behind him.
"Pssst"
Yamada turned his head around to see who was rude enough to make noise like that directly into his ear. He was greeted by the sight of a greasy teenager with a shit eating grin on his face. The boy had shoulder length hair, ginger and oily, and his face was littered with acne all over. He was dressed in surprisingly nice clothing that would have costed more than a boy his age should be able to afford.
"Who the fuck do you think you are doing that in my ear?"
The boy to a cautious step back.
"Hey man, I just noticed your Kunai, I was wondering, are you a shinobi?"
"What's it to ya, brat?"
"You look kinda hungry man, you looking to make a bit of extra cash."
Yamada focused more on the conversation now, but the way the boy was trying to be so mysterious annoyed him.
"You better cut to the chase soon kid, unless you want my Kunai embedded in your skull"
The kid took lots of steps back this time, holding his hands in front of him, palms facing Yamada in a defensive fashion.
"WHOA MAN! I'm offering you the job here! You should be thanking me, not threatening!"
Yamada drew his Kunai and stood up off the bench, taking a step closer to the kid, and pointing his kunai at the boy's throat.
"Listen motherfucker, Im inpatient, and you're wasting my time. Choose your words wisely, because if you dont tell me exactly what you need to in the next sentence, I will slice your throat."
Yamada watched as the kid gulped, and a bead of sweat ran down his face. Yamada smiled to himself. He didnt plan to kill the boy, but he wanted the fool to spit out his words. Apparently his plan had worked. The kid looked like he was going to get to the point.
"Theres, uh, this place...where theres jobs, for um, people who dont like to follow the law...i-if thats what youre into..."
"So you're a criminal then? I like the sound of these jobs, how's the pay?"
"Its, ummm, better than normal I guess....and yeah. Im an individual who acts outside of the law for his own good."
"A criminal"
"You could call it that I guess"
"So you wont go and snitch if I do this.."
Yamada hooked the boy in his temple for wasting so much time. He wanted to go and find this place that was offering criminal jobs. Yamada grabbed his stuff and set off, kicking the boy in the ribs as he walked past.
Yamada had decided that it was time to get the hell out of Konoha. It was eerie to him that a man who seemed to possess so much power was killed by a lowly criminal. Yamada suspected that Konoha had betrayed Mitsuo for fear of him becoming too powerful. It was typical of the arranged order of things to do such a lowly deed, he hated living under order. That was the other half of why he left. He was feeling oppressed, the political hierachy was irritating him. His longing for chaos had brought him to the great village of Iwagakure.
Yamada scratched his head as he adjusted his body position to find a more comfortable spot on the bench. Two weeks it had been. Two weeks since Yamada had done anything. He left Konoha, and refused to do anything once he reached Iwa. It was unfortunate for Yamada that he possessed such a way of thinking, because the way things work is: No Missions, No Money. Yamada knew this well, he knew that he needed to get off of his backside and do something if he wanted to carry on living in Iwa for more than a week. He was poor.
The thing was, Yamada really didnt want to do anything that would benefit the higher ups in any way. Order would be the end of this world, and Yamada could not have any part in this. No. Yamada needed a knew way of making money, something that wouldnt be contributing to order. He could sell drugs? No, drugs were too much of a hassle to make and making drugs is the job for an unskilled civilian. Yamada grabbed a Kunai off of his belt and twiddled it on his finger, trying to think of ways to make money, and make it fast. He watched it as it rotated around his finger before slipping it back into his belt. Just as he was getting up he heard a voice from behind him.
"Pssst"
Yamada turned his head around to see who was rude enough to make noise like that directly into his ear. He was greeted by the sight of a greasy teenager with a shit eating grin on his face. The boy had shoulder length hair, ginger and oily, and his face was littered with acne all over. He was dressed in surprisingly nice clothing that would have costed more than a boy his age should be able to afford.
"Who the fuck do you think you are doing that in my ear?"
The boy to a cautious step back.
"Hey man, I just noticed your Kunai, I was wondering, are you a shinobi?"
"What's it to ya, brat?"
"You look kinda hungry man, you looking to make a bit of extra cash."
Yamada focused more on the conversation now, but the way the boy was trying to be so mysterious annoyed him.
"You better cut to the chase soon kid, unless you want my Kunai embedded in your skull"
The kid took lots of steps back this time, holding his hands in front of him, palms facing Yamada in a defensive fashion.
"WHOA MAN! I'm offering you the job here! You should be thanking me, not threatening!"
Yamada drew his Kunai and stood up off the bench, taking a step closer to the kid, and pointing his kunai at the boy's throat.
"Listen motherfucker, Im inpatient, and you're wasting my time. Choose your words wisely, because if you dont tell me exactly what you need to in the next sentence, I will slice your throat."
Yamada watched as the kid gulped, and a bead of sweat ran down his face. Yamada smiled to himself. He didnt plan to kill the boy, but he wanted the fool to spit out his words. Apparently his plan had worked. The kid looked like he was going to get to the point.
"Theres, uh, this place...where theres jobs, for um, people who dont like to follow the law...i-if thats what youre into..."
"So you're a criminal then? I like the sound of these jobs, how's the pay?"
"Its, ummm, better than normal I guess....and yeah. Im an individual who acts outside of the law for his own good."
"A criminal"
"You could call it that I guess"
"So you wont go and snitch if I do this.."
Yamada hooked the boy in his temple for wasting so much time. He wanted to go and find this place that was offering criminal jobs. Yamada grabbed his stuff and set off, kicking the boy in the ribs as he walked past.