Fushou Saga: Season One

[Sekitan An'ei]

EPISODE 1
I Hate First Days!!

Music time
Music playing in the room

The streak-free glass windows rattled hard with the loud music being played, the point of origin quite easily found, as it was the room of the Mishiranu's son. inside the small squarish room sat a boy listening to a large black stereo, his back to his wood wall which was covered with various posters, ranging from actresses to rather famous and infamous Konnoichi; all of questionable appearance clothing wise. The bed was in the southwest corner of the room, red satin with gold trim, compliments of his mother's skills of course. On the south wall was the wooden dresser, various pictures and scattered items on top of it, but the most important were a pair of goggles and two necklaces. Those were the first things picked up as one of the parents began to bang on the door diagonal from his bed, his hand moving to turn off his music, and then he began to make his way to the door. During the time it took for him to pace the room, reach the door, turn the knob and open the door to see who it was out there, he had already heard his mother's voice on the other side of it.
"Fushou! Hurry up and get out here, its time you went to the Kage for a mission, instead of lazing around playing video games and listening to music all day!" Rolling his eyes he placed his goggles on his head and his necklaces around his neck, opening the door to his mother; who he found incredibly annoying at best.

Fushou was a bit taller than his mother, perhaps only by two inches or so, making it difficult to tell from a distance who was if he was taller or not. While her hair was long, soft and brown, his was short, wild and dark red as if stained by blood. His eyes were a brighter red if only by a little, contacts actually that his mother always told him to take out, cause they hid his silver eyes from the world; but she knew the trouble that the combination of his red hair and silver eyes had caused before. Every single time she saw him she had something to say abou tthe way he dressed, either it not being very Shinobi like, or that he looked like a punk from a music video. normally he would wear his white double zipper jacket over his black tank top, his white '1' '3' shorts along with that, and his gloves with his sneakers; plus his accessories of course. To him this was perfectly fine for a boy living in the capital city of Kusa, very ninja like in his opinion, allowing him to blend in easily with the populous. While his mother may disagree, his father agreed wholeheartedly with this, saying it was a pretty good idea.
"Why do you insist on dressing like one of those punk running around the city? Why can't you just wear a kimono like me?" Fushou laughed rather softly, a smile spreading across his boyishly handsome face, replacing the angry look that was usually there for a moment.
"You already know why, Okaasama. I don't wear girl clothing and kimonos are for chicks." Patting her on the shoulder, he began to walk passed his stunned mother, heading left down the hall toward the Living Room. Before he was even three steps down the hall, he found himself with a crazy pain in his face, and his body within a crater in the brick wall.

"Again?! Come on, Fushou, you know better than to call your mom a chick. Now I have to fix the wall again," a loud sigh could be heard from the kitchen in the next room, along with the sound of a plate being picked up from the floor, "And you made me waste my bacon too! My beautiful bacon...so...hungry..." Falling from his crater Fushou hit the ground hard, brick dust becoming a cloud around him, the sound of his father's sobs a backdrop to the silence. Picking himself up a short time after the fall, he dusted himself off and watched his mother pass by into the kitchen with a smug smile on her face, stumbling after her to get his own breakfast. At the table was his dad, well more on his knees near the table, tears streaming down his face in the anguish pose over his bacon.
"Uh...Otousan, I don't think the bacon is coming back...it's gone." His father turned toward him then, wiping his silver eyes and running a hand through his wild red hair, and then he shouted to the heavens.
"No-o-o-o-o! Why-y-y-y!? It was so young , so full of deliciousness ready for my consumption to quell my hunger! Take my son! But give me back my bacon!" Suddenly he slid several feet forward across the floor face first, the cause only a few inches behind where he had been, the hand of his wife around the general area of where his head had been. Wide eyed Fushou slowly continued to eat his eggs and waffles, mechanically raising his fork to his mouth as he watched stunned, his father holding his head as he picked himself up.
"You okay Otousan? Okaasama hit you pretty hard." His dad looked over at him and smiled, chuckling a bit as well.
"Yeah, I'm good. Kinetsu still hits as hard as ever."

"I'm still the strongest person I know," she said while flexing her right arm, grinning and winking, a shine coming off of her teeth, "Now Obocchan, get your body over to the Kage's residence and get those missions." Raising up from the table and pushing his chair out, Fushou headed for the door, patting his father on the shoulder as he passed him and grabbing his gear from the Living Room closet. Opening the door he stepped out to the staircase, walking down the narrow steps to the door below, opening another door at the bottom and stepping out. He was now in a tea house, the tea house his father owned, the Kyouyosuto Tea House. People were already getting their morning tea, the special blend that only his father made, and which he was constantly having to defend from other tea houses hiring thugs to come get it. It was far from the biggest tea house in Kusa, only around twelve tables, as opposed to others with thirty-eight or more, but it was more than able to keep up with the competition. Stepping out the doors to his fathers's tea house, he found himself in a rather crowded alleyway, complete with overhead balconies and clothing wires full of clothes. People moved through the alleyway swiftly, some stopping at the back alley hawkers seling grain or jewelery; some that were familiar with him even waved to him as he left the tea house.
"Hey Hitoshi, Rei, Ume, and Tadao. Keep an eye out for the Crazy Eighty-Eight, Axe gang, and Blackouts please, warn me or my father if they come around here." All four of them nodded in agreement, smiling back as they went about their daily business.

As he pushed his way through the crowded people of the city, occasionally having to dodge a wagon or two, he finally made it to his first destination; the Kaihaku Panda Bakery. The door had a glass window with the shade drawn, so he could not see in as he twisted the knob and entered, his eyes narrowing before he was even three steps into the door; the bell chiming his entrance.

"You! I didn't expect to see you so soon, Ingaouhou. Come to challenge me again eh?!" A boy with grass green hair and matching eyes turned to face him, obvious that he was about the same height as Fushou, wearing a typical Kusa Shinobi outfit. At his waist was nothing, but upon his back was a rather large Zanpato, something wildly exotic by the judge of the designed hilt and golden blade.
"What's that?" When he was finally turned around, his eyes spotted Fushou, the baker taking several steps back already, "Gah! Me?! Challenge you? Ha! One as low as you could never hope to best me in combat, lest I were ill and dying on my sick bed." Chuckling smugly to himself, he waved his hand at Fushou as if he were shooing a pesky fly. Enraged Fushou stomped the ground causing a foot sized crater, taking a grandiose pose with his right fist raised, his left arm extended behind him.
"You son of a~! That's it! I'll make you eat those words for Breakfast!" Fushou rushed forward toward the boy, taking several steps before throwing the first punch,, "Die, Tenkashuuchi!" However Tenkashuuchi was just too quick on his toes, side stepping the blow with a smirk, aiming a powerful kick toward Fushou's exposed chest. Fushou had a few tricks of his own, barrel rolling his body to the left to avoid the kick, and a very audible growl from Tenkashuuchi could be heard.

A sweeping trip from Fushou swept Tenkashuuchi off of his feet, causing him to strike the ground hard, but he was far from out. As Fushou closed in he was sent stumbling back a bit, holding his chest with one eye closed from the pain. Tenkashuuchi had kicking Fushou in the chest, the blow causing Fushou to retreat a bit involuntarily, but then Tenkashuuchi was blasted out of the door by a shoulder tackle from Fushou. Rolling three times in the street, Tenkashuuchi stood up to see Fushou only a few feet away, and he drew his Zanbato. At least that is what he would have done if not for the Kusa Military Police showing up. Dropping a smoke bomb Tenkashuuchi left the area without a trace, Fushou taking that as his cue to leap to the rooftops and run as well, but he found himself next to his rival.
"Stalking me now, Ingaouhou?" Fushou said to Tenkashuuchi as they leaped across a rooftop together.
"Not even in you wildest dreams, Denpu." A flash of anger coursed through him, showing visibly on his face.

"If I'm so lowly, then who was that rolling in the dirt?!" A flash of anger shot through Tenkashuuchi now, and he turned to throw a punch in Fushou's direction; however he was already taking a fist to the face, a blow thrown by Fushou that sent him falling into a nearby alley. Leaping down from the rooftops, he found himself at the city gates not long after putting Tenkashuuchi in his place, the gates a rather busy place for a city gate really.
"Almost there. Now to hitch a ride!" Leaping on the back of a leaving wagon that was headed for Kusagakure, Fushou laid back and waited to be taken to where he needed to go.

End of Episode 1