reLAX Your Insides

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1.1

RELAX YOUR INSIDES
- mission (closed) -

With a bit of pep in his step, Ikku made his way from in front of the towering Otokage lair toward the market place of the village. He had also gathered the needed intel on how the three men appeared, so spotting them out amongst the many wouldn't be hard as he thought it would've been prior. Carefully, his auburn eyes scanned the area around him: no face went unobserved as he continued his way toward the ramen shop where he was told to await further orders. He opened the mission scroll and read of its contents once more:

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It was too bad that Souen had gotten a fever from the training session the prior night. He would have enjoyed fondling with the poison that was bound to cause its consumers much dismay - he would have loved being involved in the extra curricular activities that would take place after such an incident. Perhaps he should go an retrieve Souen from his dwelling...

Nah he thought, shaking his head. He arrived to the ramen shop and spoke with the owner. They had already came to terms with the village Shadow and began to prep to bait and hook the three foreign perpetrators.

"Sample! Try free sample!" came the cries of two young women who had been chosen to be the bait for the mission. Ikku had been in the kitchen waiting with the chef as the girls went to seek the men, their cries of free samples reaching the ears of every passerby as they went. Within about five minutes time, the girls happened upon the trio; without any bait, they had to opt to drastic measures.

"Good afternoon, sirs." they both bowed, "We would like to welcome you three to a meal at our ramen shop (they turned with their arms extended to the stall) it is a complimentary meal to our village guest - from orders of the Otokage." The three men looked at the women, to one another, then back to the women. Smiles spread across their faces.

"Onsens never turn down food - especially when it's free," one of the three men said. He had a bandanna wrapped about his brown hair. He wore a patch over his right eye as well. So it seemed that the men came from the land of Hotsprings. They would soon remember well not to stir mischief amongst the denizens of Otogakure-no-Sato.

The men followed the kimono-girls back to the stall, sharing lewd glances at their backsides as they silently demonstrated actions they'd do to the two. They rudely pushed past elders to gain another step closer to their meal. In due time, they would truly get what they deserved. The bandanna head wrapped man lead the group. To his left and right appeared two dirty blonde twins that loved to get their grubby little hands on anything tasty. All three were portly in proportion.

From inside the kitchen, Ikku went to work. He had since changed clothing to match the attire of a ramen server and portioned out the dosages of the poison into each bowl of steaming noodles. The substance looked white before he quickly stirred the lethal concoction up; he smiled devilishly. The girls prepared the table as the auburn haired teen appeared with their dishes of ramen. He bowed to the men and forced a fake smile.

"Courtesy of Chef Ekkusu~" with another bow, he turned and departed behind the doors leading to the kitchen. He now waited for the effects of the ramen to take hold of their bowels. Like starved street canine the men chowed down on the ramen. The meal had been vanquished within a matter of minutes as each man lifted the liquid-filled bowl to their face and downed the watery remnants. Their gluttonous actions would haunt them later on.

Later on had came quicker than expected. As Ikku watched on for another five to six minutes more, one of the twins looked disturbed. His face reddened as he held back flatulence - Ikku's body perked with mild interest. "Uh-oh, guys... I'm not feelin' too well," he said. Within fifteen seconds, his twin held the same countenance; within thirty more, so did their boss. In an abrupt rush, the men scurried from the shop, leaving a foul odor in their stead. They hadn't even left a tip for their free meal! Ikku took off after the men after he quickly switched back to his standard clothing. He caught up to the smelly trio right before they entered into the dwelling they had been stationed at holding their rear and stomachs as if about to explode.

The mission had succeeded. That was good on Ikku's part. However, he held added motives to the mission request - motives that would involve getting his Onitsume covered hands a little dirty...

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1.2

Now on the inside of the dwelling, the Sound Genin kept to the shadows. The low-lit corridors of the poor place proved to make an excellent concealment facility for him to maneuver about efficiently; cautiously, he withdrew a scalpel from his tactical vest as he crept up the stairwell. Grunts could be heard through the hollow walls. He was getting closer to the men he so sought. Ikku smiled as he envisioned his blade going in and out, in and out of the portly bodies of the Onsen foreigners.

On his way up to the third floor, a loud, watery explosion could be heard. One of the men had found a restroom on this level and seemed to be blowing the place up. Coolly, Ikku slipped onto the floor. He was immediately welcomed by a foul stench that caused him to place his free hand over his breathing faculties; a dim light at the end of the hall swayed as above, more grunting could be heard. With careful footsteps he advanced toward the door that had been marked as the latrine. Onitsume's grip was tightened as the black gauntlet coiled around the hilt of the knife.

The sound of flushing, coupled with a sigh of relief came from the closed door as Ikku readied himself. His body was pressed flatly to the wall adjacent to the door and as soon as the man dared open it, he would meet death. After washing his hands, the Yu-no-Kuni native pushed the wooden door open and instantly the smell from inside became a foul smog to the dark corridor; at about no less than two seconds later, Ikku struck. His blade met the thicker side of the man's neck as his free hand went from his own mouth to cover that of he who was attacked. Ikku had been desperate: he unwillingly pushed the man back into the smelly chamber and held his breath as he continued his onslaught. Stab after stab to the neck of the man caused blood to spurt from his body. His single eye closed as the life poured from his being; Ikku had pushed him back onto the toilet seat after removing his blade from the bandanna wearing leader. Must mean that the twins were stationed upstairs.

I definitely need to invest in a gas mask, he thought as he turned the light off in the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He scurried upstairs smoothly as he sought out the two siblings. This floor had been better lit than the one prior and as Ikku stepped out of the staircase, one of the twins saw him.

"Huh?.. Aren't you the one who served us our meal at the ramen shop... Chef," he snapped his fingers as he thought of the name, "..Chef—"

"—Ekkusu," the low ninja finished as he ran toward the blabbering oaf. The fat foreigner tried to turn and run but tripped in the process. He let out a yell and cry for help as Ikku jumped and attacked with his blade.

"Aiiieee - Nariiii!!" those would come to be his final words as the sound of a flushing toilet soon followed an abrupt 'Oh shit' from his brother. The second oaf came staggering out of the restroom area with a foul odor behind him. He stood at the end of the hall whereas Ikku and the dead body had been in its middle.

"Who the hell are you?! You killed Hari!" he voiced furiously as he charged toward the Otonin.

Ikku struggled to retrieve his precious scalpel from the fatty corpse of Hari and would pay for such brutal negligence: as Nari charged him with his shoulder, he would come to lose one of his knives in the hallway. His body flew down the hall about a meter before he came to his feet. Ikku shook himself to while Nari looked down at his brother, hands balled up in a fit of fury.

"You made it up here - means you must've killed the boss, too," Nari said as he looked at Ikku. He seemed to be the true brains behind this whole operation involving the foreigners in Otogakure. Ikku thought about going for another knife, but didn't dare wish to risk losing another one of his coveted scalpels. His fingers curled sternly inside the gauntlets Onitsume.

"Did you.." his orange eyes turned fierce. Seems like he'd finally recovered from his opponent's shoulder charge. "Did you just fucking touch me?"

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1.3

The two squared off at a distance of three feet apart. In the middle stood the burly blonde, Nari - to the right of the corridor was Ikku. In such a tight confinement space, Taijutsu would have to be utilized, Ikku cringed at the thought.

Fuck, I need to end this quickly before he hits me like that again..

"I bet it was you who poisoned our ramen, too.. I remember seeing you, you orange-haired bastarddd!!" In the final part of his utterance, he charged toward Ikku again, who quickly moved to his right side toward the wall to avoid being trampled by the over-sized human. Nari was slow but once he picked up speed, he became a human bull. He wasn't too quick to recover from his missed attempt and that is when Ikku found an opening.

The Otonin leapt at the Hotspring native's back with his fists balled. A series of punches met the fleshy backside of Nari before Ikku threw a hook that was primarily thrown to cause lacerations. Onitsume's forearm talons tore into the flesh of Nari as he fell to his knee. This would be over quicker than he thought..

"Urghhh.." It appeared that Nari felt more sick than injured as he fell. Ikku fluidly moved from his back to his front as his shadow loomed over the fallen man. Flatulence escaped his hind parts and the Genin turned his nose up before his boot met the forehead of Nari in a harsh kick. The downed man had let loose his bowels on himself and on the floor. The watery stool smelled rancid before Ikku who had to displace himself several feet backward. He had been sloppy in his first staged killing. This is where Souen would have come in handy.

Since noone other than the three men that were now slain had seen Ikku, he retreated to the back alleys. Whoever was in charge of custodian work at the dwelling would have one hell of a time cleaning up three bodies and whatever else came from their orifices. Shivering at the thought, Ikku returned to his home where he cleaned and rested. Hopefully the ANBU wouldn't get involved in the killings. Either way, Ikku made sure that none could trace it all back to him. He was slippery and well-versed in discretion.

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