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(Mission 1: Garbage Pickup)



Kyu stepped into the disgusting cesspool that the village called the playground. Years of vandalism, ninja kids, and inclement weather left the play structures in disrepair and ruin. Kyu checked his D-Rank Mission Scroll. No, he didn't have to repair the structure today. Instead, he was just picking up the trash and litter.

The shark-man lowered the scroll from his eyes, and scanned across the filthy playground. There were cigarette butts everywhere, weaved into the nasty grass and sewn into the pebble stone ground. Scraps of disintegrated paper were strewn all about, and bits of plastic were pretty common as well. Not surprisingly, the trash bin had been knocked over, and litter flowed from that as well.

Kyu took a deep breath of the rank air and sighed, "Damn, today is going to be long... I need a plan... If I had more ninjutsu, I could flood the damn place, and watch as everything just flows away... However... I don't have that luxury, do I?" Kyu paused, and walked a few feet onto the playground. He began to dig up trash and throw it into the trash bag he was assigned. Piece by piece, he pulled up orange tobacco filters, strips of plastic, bits of paper, and even a shard of glass or two. Each piece of litter found its way into his trash back, and, over the period of an hour, he got a lot little bits of trash. Of course, this was all at the expense of his back muscles, his time, and his patience. When he finally straightened up, and surveyed his work, he became quickly disappointed. In this massive playground, he'd only taken care of a ten-by-ten zone. Beyond the clean and clear square, there were hundreds, no, thousands of trash-pieces.

With his hand to his face, a weary and bored Kyuzaku sighed, "Damn this work. I've been training how long to do Chuunin Level missions? Why am I starting from scratch like every other Li, Wang, and Chang? Was all that training just so I could do this crap solo? Damn it..." Kyuzaku looked around at his commissioned community service, "What this place needs is a team. Not just one guy forced to work his a** off, a whole bunch of guys working together to make it look nice. Even one more guy would be a huge improvement!"

"Wait! Why didn't I think of it before?" Kyuzaku ran away from the cruddy structure, and grabbed a pail of water, and carried it back posthaste. He plopped down the water, and made the tiger handseal, "Lets see how this works: Water Clone Jutsu!" The water pulled itself from the metal pail, and formed itself into a clear silhouette of Kyuzaku. The water then took full form, and recolored itself to match the Fish Man, complete with accessories and trash baggie. Now, with a second pair of hands, Kyuzaku announced, "Back to work!", then started picking up the trash with his second self.

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Kyu heard a noise as he picked up a few more cigarette butts and a condom (thankfully unused and still packaged!). Down the street, he sensed, were a group of kids. From the mix of high and low pitched giggles, he'd guess that they were a group of kids between 10 and 13. Chances are they were ninja academy students; most of the village kids were put into the program instead of regular schooling, regardless of natural talent.

The group rounded the corner, and Kyu turned out to be right. A gang of five kids, all around the same age, each wearing some manner of the un-enforced trainee uniform. The pack leader wore a full mock-getup of the chuunin uniform, and had a pair of childish goggles on his forehead to make up for his lack of forehead protector. The leader was also smoking a butt. To Kyuzaku's disgust, it was the same brand as the ones he'd been picking up all day long. These were the trouble-makers that trashed the place. These kids were the source of the litter. Beneath his face-mask, Kyu bared his teeth, and mumbled, "They don't even know what kind of trouble they've caused me." His invisible snarl turned into an equally invisible grin, "I'll make them know."

As the kids got closer, they noticed Kyu and the Water Clone picking up trash, "Hey lame-o, what do you think you're doing on our turf?" The shark boy stifled a laugh, "So kid, are all these cigarette butts yours? They sure look it." The kid laughed, and his pack of ne'er-do-wells laughed maniacally after, "Hell yea they are. I don't think you know who we are. We're the toughest and coolest kids at the Academy. You can tell, we all smoke, and we kick everyone's a**. We claimed this playground as ours months ago, and have been using it as our gang's headquarters since. You know, I don't think I said anyone could clean up here. Do you remember me saying they could?" The gang cackled, commenting, "No boss." or "Nuhuh." The boss kid pointed at Kyuzaku and yelled, "We want you out, or we're gonna beat you up like the kids at school!"

Kyuzaku let out a short guffaw, then got into his Thresher Stance, "Try me." The kids ran in, brandishing kunai, shuriken, and their own fists. As they got close, Kyuzaku knocked away their weapons effortlessly with simple, open handed passes at their wrists. Before they even had the chance to grab them again, Kyuzaku swiftly danced around, and delivered one of his Thresher pounder attacks to them, leaving them on the ground aching and stunned. There were only four that attacked him, apparently the fifth leader-kid held back.

The kid looked in awe that there could actually be a real ninja that would be a match for his group. The boy fell to his knees, and begged for forgiveness, "Please boss, don't hurt us, we're just kids, really! I'll do anything!" Kyuzaku grinned beneath his mask; saw a great opportunity in this...

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((my roll disappeared when i posted it... =| ))

Clunk clunk clunk, clang. Clunk clunk clunk, clang. Clunk clunk clunk clang. It had become a passionate rhythm in a small dojo for the last hour and a half. The dojo had only five visitors and they only came at the same time once a week, the rest of the week only three arrived, the trio alternating members each day and spending exactly only seven hours and twenty-three minutes within the facility. The members always entered from a back alley entrance that was sheltered from view, and they were always dressed in the same black cloak that covered their person from head to toe in complete darkness. The dojo itself was settled on the edge of the shopping district, nearing closer to the poorer section of the village. As such the outer appearance of the dojo was beaten down and pathetic, the wooden banner that once held it's name proudly barely hung off it's edge as the graffiti that was tacked all over it covered up what would have been the dojo's name.

However, despite its gruff appearance on the outside, the facility was well maintained on the inside. The entrance was decorated with various large weapons that were more for show then actual combat or training, as their sizes were astronomically larger then their usable counter parts and had various designs that would prove nothing more then to be a huge target on a shinobi's person. At the entrance the floors were oak wood and the walls were made out of marble but as one would enter deeper and into the main body of the dojo, the wood became padded tiles and the walls were padded in the same fashion as institutional cells so that any impact would be almost instantly absorbed. Standing amongst the walls were racks of various weapons, ranging from long spears to short daggers, uniquely crafted crossbow, wires, kunais, and other traps to senbon, medical tools, and malicious bottles and potions; it was all there. Aside from that there were training dummies, pillars, and other larger utensils that filled the room for training.

Clunk clunk clunk, clang. Clunk clunk clunk, clang. It was the only sound in the dojo, and for a moment it seemed as though that was also the only thing in the dojo as well. However the rhythm broke as the sound of thrashing rose through the room, a young man's body suddenly being hurdled into one of the training dummies that littered the room. Rolling a few feet across the floor with the dummy, the boy pushed its large frame off of his chest and pushed himself up quickly to his feet, his head raised with a kunai and his crimson red eyes searching the room slowly. For a long moment the boy stood there motionlessly, a few strands of his white blond hair swung down to the front of his face but outside of that there was no movement at all from him.

And with a sudden duck, there was another body replacing the air that had been where the boy was standing a moment before. The body twisted in the air to kick at the boy's frame and with ease the leg made contact with his face, sending him once again flying through the room, stopping only as his frame touched the floor and rolled to a stop. The person caught their body weight on one hand and spun it around so their legs flung back to the floor before taking off in a dash towards the fallen boy. "That is enough. Training is over for today." Another figure had appeared in the way of the previous one that was charging the boy, with a nod the both of them flickered out of existence. A few seconds later, the boy would also rise, quickly fix the room and leave in the exact moment that made his stay there exactly seven hours and twenty-three minutes.


A light sigh pushed pass Sai's lips, his bright blue eyes flickered this way and that on the streets, a misty white cloud floating around his lips each time he exhaled. It was another boring day in the gloomy world of Kirigakure. He was done with his training for the day, his brother was no where to be found yet again and his request to be placed on a team for missions was declined yet again. Shaking his head slightly, his hand streaming through his long head of hair as he did, Sai continued walking down the crowded street. With a bored huff, the boy took a turn down a less crowded side street as he contemplated what else he could do to pass time. He could always return to the academy and spend some time there reminiscing, but there wasn't much to reminisce, all the memories were of hard times and he had only spent a year in the facility before graduating and that was eleven years ago. He could barely remember the faces of the children that had been his classmates and it was just as hard to remember the faces of the teachers that taught him and his brother, but what else could be expected. After the death of his parents and being adopted by the Daiyamo, Sai and his brother had been removed from society for all purposes and means during the last eleven years. All they had been allowed to do was train, and train incessantly, why they were now being given the right to walk around the village again was beyond him but Sai didn't bother to question it. He wanted to know the reasoning behind it but he wanted to privilege more, and he unwilling to do anything that might end up costing him the privilege indefinitely.

Regardless of that, he was out and about now but it still did him no good if there was nothing for him to do. "Get back here! Get back here you stinkin', no good brats!" The harsh voice of a woman broke Sai's thoughts as some commotion flared up some where behind him. "Somebody help! Help! Thieves!! They stole my merchandise! Somebody help, stop them! Thieves!!" The woman called out pleadingly, the harshness evaporating as it became more of a heaving sob.

Spinning around on his heel, Sai sped towards the woman, his blue eyes bright with excitement of something finally to do. "Which way did they go?" He demanded from her fiercely. For a moment the woman respond but simply stared at the person before her in slight confusion. The boy was roughly 5'10 and so he easily towered over her, he was well built and was dressed in a gray vest and shirt that laid on top of an upper torso chain link. His shoulders were covered by large pads that adorned a red cross that matched with the one on his gloves and the pouch on the side of his waist. His lower half was covered with a large, ripped up piece of gray cloth that laid on top of free flowing pants that had v-cut openings at the waist. The boy had bright blue eyes that stood out due to the red lines that were drawn around his eyes, and to top it off he had spiky white blond hair that grew out and hung down his back and to his waist. It was a very shocking appearance to taken in all at once and it didn't help out that the temperature around his body was extremely cold.

"They.. Uh, they... They went that way! Down the street, towards the shopping district" The woman stuttered out after finally regaining her wits, but Sai simply shook his head and sighed. It was too late, it was going to be neigh impossible to track them down at this rate. Whoever it was, was definitely already hiding and going through their pot. "Hn... They're gone. I'm sorry... When you get a chance, you should definitely report this in and request a mission to take care of this." The boy said, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding his head in a confirming manner before turning and walking away leaving the woman to stare after him bewildered at the strange interaction. The moment she regained herself, Sai was gone and she was left there in a rage over the stupid white haired boy and the group of vandals that just robbed her store.


Sai sat lazily on the top of a telephone pole, his legs dangled below him as he kept himself propped up with his two hands firmly gripped onto the pole. For the last few hours the boy had been up there watching and waiting, his bright blue eyes scouring the village quietly in hopes of something to happen. Anything. But more specifically a robbery. While he had told the woman to report it in for a mission so a team of shinobi could take care of it, he had done that more in hopes of getting himself a mission without directly getting one. The woman had gotten robbed in the early portion of the morning, she would have plenty of time to put the mission in before noon, and if Sai would be able to find and capture the thieves, he would have completed the mission before the team assigned to it could even get a chance to organize, maybe even be assigned to the mission itself. It would be a great victory and his name would get a great start at meeting up with the standards that were left behind by his parents. It would even get his foot in for getting more missions for him and Sorain, it was a great plan and the only thing that was messing it up was those god forsaken robbers. They were no where to be seen.

Sai sighed heavily, his eye brows furrowing in frustration as he did and his eyes glared at the village more ferociously then before. He just needed to be patient, they would show up eventually. They had too, they just had too... And logically they would too. There had been a new shop that being constructed in one of the more rougher parts of the village and it had just opened recently in the week and had yet to be touched, it was like a crowning jewel with fresh merchandise and it was in such a bad part of the village. It was as though it was screaming to be robbed and pilfered. Sai knew that he would if he was a thief, and that was what he was banking on, cause if they did try to rob the place... if they showed up and robbed the place, the boy would be on them before they even knew what was happening. It was an all too easy and simple plan, and the only hitch was Sai's patience... And it was winding down quickly, with no sign of stopping or slowing down either.
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((100 vs 50 = 55%))
((Taking the mission twice))

Sai grumbled loudly to himself as his bright blue eyes glared irritably at the new store that had yet to be bothered with at all in all the hours of the god forsaken day. Tightening his grip around the rock in his fist firmly, the boy wished for the strength to pulverize the stone into sand as his patience finally began to wore to its very end. He could have spent his entire day doing something else, anything else. Granted he didn't have anything actually in mind he might have just found something better to do then this bullshit event. All he had managed was to get was bed sores on his a** for sitting on that uncomfortably hard phone pole for so long and he did it for what? To find out that those bloody thieves weren't going to rob another store today... Shaking his head sadly, Sai turned his back to the shop and began to walk away from shop. Coincidentally as Sai left, the robbers came, sneaking their way out from the alley way that opened from the very building that the boy was standing on.

But Sai noticed none of this as he walked away frustrated at his day ill spent. He completely missed the crash of glass as the trio rampaged into the store and tossed things around, nor did he notice the yelp of the store owner calling for help when they first came in. In a few moments the owner was bashed over the head with a lamp, spiraling him into the shelf behind him and causing all the products there to topple over and bury him in an avalanche of metal and copper. Uncaring to his welfare one of the thieves walked over his body and emptied the cash register of all of its contents as the other two calmly walked up and down the aisles like normal customers, picking out the products that they liked the most and carrying it back to the front counter. Jokingly the first thief scanned the parcels and told them the price, the other two pretending to be a couple stepped back in aghast at the overwhelming price and at once got into a bickering fit that ended with various small parcels being thrown back and forth between the impostor shop owner and the impostor customers.

However the game came to a sudden end as a hefty metal object connected with the impostor customer pretending to be the wife, leaving the man hunched over in pain as he clasped his hand over his eye and cursed loudly. Worriedly, the two others rushed to his side trying to hold and ssh him quiet as they tried to pry his hand away to see his face. It was comedic to watch as the three grown men behaved like high school kids, the hurt one pushing away the one that hurt him as he tried to apologize and help out, all together forgetting that they were robbing a store, damaging property and assaulting the shop owner. After a few minutes of bickering and apologizing the trio were hugging each other and gathering their stuff in the plastic bags that were used for paying customers. With a chuckle, the three left, a moment later one returned to grab a lollipop that was offered for sale in the lower shelves at the counter, tapped the little bell that was on the counter top, flipped the sign on the door to say closed and closed the shop door before quickly running after his two friends.

All the while, Sai had found his way back down to the main streets walking amongst the crowd in an angry upset, his head tucked to his chest and his shoulders firmly poked out to knock away anyone that got in his way. He had wasted his entire day on nothing, completely and absolutely nothing. The thieves never came, and he couldn't see why he would think they why they would come at all in the first place. They had already robbed a store for the day, in the early bits of the morning, they didn't want to risk getting caught so of course they wouldn't show up again. Shoot they probably wouldn't be around for another week or two depending on how big their loot was from that store was. At once Sai growled loudly and slapped his hand to his forehead in frustration. He hadn't taken this entire event the correct way, he knew better then this. The first thing he should have done when he realized it was too late to chase after the thieves the first time, was to question the lady on their appearance and make a list of what they had stolen. At least this way he would have been able to spot them out before they got to their hideout or if they did, he'd be able to look around in the back alleyways to catch them selling the loot.

Growling, Sai spun on his heel and pushed his way through the crowd as he tried to make his way back to the first shop that had been robbed, surely he would be able to find out the information he needed there. Then he would be able to find the damn thieves no matter where they went. He could search for them on a daily basis, going from one part of the village to another and it would be his pet project until he finally caught them or an actual squad got to them. Hopefully though, he would be able to catch them before any squad did... It really was the only way he could imagine to get his foot in the door and force the Daiyamo to allow him and his brother to do more then just train, to do real missions and be a real help for his country. Rather then just being locked up for years upon years inside some stupid castle hidden from civilization... That wasn't what he wanted, nor was it what Sorain wanted. And he knew it wasn't what his parents wanted for them, it was the last thing they would want for them... To be locked up and forced into solitude for years on end, doing nothing but training and training and more training. If it wasn't training it was studying, reading various pieces of literature, training manuals, philosophy, history, battle plans, and the such. It had been interesting and fun in the beginning but now it had grown tedious and boring, rereading the same things so to memorize them, analyzing materials in different ways only felt like the same thing in different words, and despite the huge collection of new materials that only grew by the day, it still felt like the same thing. As though history only proved to repeat itself endlessly, so long as their was a government involved, they always did the same thing, the only difference may have been how they went about it and how long they were allowed to do it before another government replaced them and did it all over again.

Sai shook his head of the thoughts, they were not the type of thoughts that he needed at the moment, he would save those for his more idle time so he could analyze them and digest it before developing his own ideas and such. But right now... Right now he was on a mission, albeit not a real one and more of a pet project, but a mission in his mind nonetheless. And the current goal was to the question the lady that had been robbed earlier. "Ah! Excuse me, sorry." Sai muttered as he practically bulldozed a trio of guys carrying a bunch of bags, not stopping to help the one he knocked over Sai continued to run off to the store that was a few more blocks ahead.

The guy that was knocked over got up quickly and opened his mouth to curse Sai but was quickly hushed by one of his two friends. Helping the fallen guy regather his stuff, he pulled him by the arm and continued moving foreword, his head bent as he talked in a soft tone. "That guy... The one with the white hair. He's a shinobi. I don't know what he's playing at but I remember seeing him sitting on a telephone pole a couple blocks near that fat b*****d's shop that we just jacked. I also saw him walking around that street after we left it. And now he's here?" The guy said in his hush, hush tone, the other two guys staring at him with growing wide eyes. "You don't mean to say..." One began, "... He might be looking for us? Do you..." The second picked up but trailed off, beads of sweat running down his face despite the cool temperature. The idea that they may have been caught was making him paranoid and it was clearly beginning to show. "Relax..." The first man said, it was now obvious he was the leader of the group as he now tried to calm the two down, specifically the one that was beginning to hyperventilate, the gleaming mark where something metal him in the eye shining nastily as he did. "Look, the guy obviously doesn't recognize us and is in a rush to get some where. I'm only mentioning this so you guys can keep your guard up and eyes open. Don't draw too much attention to us, cause we don't need him to come snooping around us and what not. So... Just chill out and lets get back to the base." He said decisively, the other two nodding in agreement before continuing to follow him, both now some what more relaxed.
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The three guys were crawling and huddling next to each other tightly as Sai towered over them with a vicious smile, his gaze on them only until the door behind them opened to what should have been an abandoned building. "Who the hell is making so much noise out here?!" There were two girls standing at the doorway, glaring at the four guys that were outside the building. One had blue eyes with black eyeliner and blue eye shadow and the other was green eyed with a birthmark above her eye in the shape of a hook. They both had short black hair and were obviously in their twenties. The smile that stretched over Sai's face only curved more demonically as he glared at the two girls as well, "Jack pot.."



It was a hour later and Sai was resting quietly on the roof of his house, in his hands was a bundle of money that every so often he thumbed through happily. Today was a successful day, and surprisingly lucky. Who knew two sets of thieves would so welcomely fall right into his open arms? But he wasn't going to complain. Although one thing did bother him... When he had brought them in to collect his reward and get mission info onto his shinobi profile, it took them forever to locate his profile. It was a given that they would have a hard time seeing as he hadn't been active for eleven years but still, it seemed more like it never existed and when they did locate it there was something strange about the way the man had looked at him. Almost as if Sai wasn't supposed to be there and he had done something wrong by helping out... But Sai simply shrugged the thoughts out of his mind. Now all there was left to do was wait for his brother to show up and discuss their day's events, he was sure today he had the better story~

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"Ya think?" Sai said in a soft chuckle, his body shifting to lean against his brother as he sat down next to him. It was a strange sight to see, the two of them were identical twins and the only difference between them was the clothes they wore, a slightly different hair style and the fact that Sorain was blind while Sai was not. "But before I get into it, tell me. What have you been up to all day? You didn't have any training scheduled today, so where have you been." He questioned his brother, his head leaning back so he could look at Sorain's face upside down.