Kutari Finishes Up Busywork(P)

Fri Sep 28, 2018 2:41 am

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A stoic morning would rupture among the foliage which made up the sky, lacking the typical transparency for earth inhabitants to gaze upon the great sun above. The young Uchiha would awaken in a cold sweat, wide eyed and on edge after another spree of nightly terrors made their presence known upon the stained boys conscious, the various consequences of his forced actions portrayed in proper lighting for an entire room to witness in his abyssal mind. Staring out of the window as he sat up along the subpar mattress that he rarely ever utilized, the boy could visibly witness the conflicting sides of light and darkness as the light beckoned the darkness away, regaining its terrain as what felt like hours passed by in but only seconds. Kutari Uchiha, a broken and disfigured soul which stared at the figurative dispute with jealousy and calamity as he wished a similar event would take place within, a force that naturally aimed to rescue him from the darkness that continued to linger. Caring little for the duration of salvation and prosperity, already accepting the terms that any sort of relief would be enticing for any amount of time, though more so hoping for a reality that suggested he would escape the darkness sooner or later; his entire livelihood up until this point and suffering would surely evaporate in time. Though with the past seven years filled with the same excruciating factors and mindset, what hope would be present when it came to such an outcome? He’d turn away from the window as he shifted his gaze from the view, batting an eye from the uplifting environment he all but wished he could succumb to, expecting a sort of out or warming factor that’d leap him away from his current living conditions, accompanying little interest in the “home” he currently resided in or the neighborhood he constantly operated within, but instead his discontent with himself and way of living such an abysmal life.

An uneasy limbo would settle upon the teen as he laid within the concrete-like mattress, a continuum of disgust stationed within his mouth as he tried to drift back into sleep, wishing to escape his unhappy life and inhabit the land of dreams, only to be met with the past horrors he found himself committing and being apart of, losing the grasp of who he was in the aftermath. Graphic images and scenes would cloud the typical darkness which harbored his inner eyelids as he tumbled and turned alongside the mattress, a constant draft being applied as the window lacked any mechanisms to properly shut airflow from outside, Kutari lacking any sort of blanket or comforter to mingle with his body, though he had gotten use to the harsh conditions long beforehand, simply a slight inconvenience in this particular situation. A constant battle would be had within his head as he rode the lines between consciousness and unconsciousness, entering an eternally discomforting zone featuring a lack of time comprehension and inability to decipher ones location, at times reliving his previous battles and actions and at other times feeling the cold mattress below him ignore his own body heat’s attempt to warm the cruelty of this inanimate object.

What felt to be hours of unorthodox mixtures of silence and pandemonium would travel within the body which was Kutari, discontent easily discerned by a well placed glance from any onlookers that just so happened to see his face at the time, though none able to edge him out of his continuous spiral of harassment from his own mind as his time scale went on. After a lengthy and draining amount of time, the sleep deprived individual would rise from his mattress once more, looking out the window only to witness the morning made little progress with its influential domination of the skies, hinting that the boys past few hours of torture was only comprised in a few minutes to the world around. A lengthy sigh would escape his exterior as he forced himself out of bed, the cold sweat coming from his nightly events easily perceived by the young adult, deciding to take a shower before heading out and beginning his day from only a hour or two of sleep, heavy bags being present as he went about his morning rituals to wash away the influences of his night’s sleep.

Fastening himself in the usual garments worn, it wouldn’t take long before Kutari escaped the grasps of the household he typical resided within, vacant in all life except for his own, a half decent place to call home for the time being as he got by. There’d be no true goal or intentions from the boy, no mindset or opportunities he had in mind, the last seven years his life being dictated with no room for choice, as now he was finally free he had but no clue what to work on or do with himself for the time being, though fully aware that this wasn’t the life he wanted to live by any means. A scholar level individuals that enjoyed the mystical arts this world had to offer alongside being battle hardened and well versed in academics, it would be silly to say he couldn’t do anything with his life outside these wasteful slums, though for the time being that’s where he found himself. Knowing full well he needed a place to expand upon his current skills and gain some sort of valiant acknowledgement from the big fish in the world, he knew it was time to get off his lazy butt and proceed to walking one step at a time to such an ideal alternative. He had but little clue how he would become a greater fish in this enormous pond, though he was aware that he wanted to make room for himself, whatever may be necessary, settling upon a goal for the time being.

In order to go about making this temporary goal a reality, a product of his discontent with his current life and extreme cycle of essentially being dumpster trash, he knew he had to boast his infamy through the use of contracts. Aware that a certain big payout contract was just around the horizon, he found difficulty getting the time and effort to truly do such a thing, feeling more that his skills and such didn’t require him to build a background of his success rates. However, it didn’t take long for the boy to understand that no true contractor would take such a no name so easily without knowing them beforehand or anything of the sorts, which is where today’s task would play in. Kutari knew full well that it would take likely one last decent contract before he could have enough reputation to request taking on the more extreme contracts and be seen in a different light afterwards, therefore he decided it be high time to take on a contract he’d been looking at for some time now, a great end to the work he’d been forced to do up until then.

In his previous actions, he showed the many onlookers that he was well adept at stealing without being noticed, and can surely take on something similar to that of a bar fight, though it was time to portray to all of the potential contractors what he was truly adept at, being the art of murdering in cold blood. Knowing full well the act was necessary in his line of work, be it contracts or village issued missions, though quite a few individuals fail to truly kill without a cause, even then having a shaky hand to taking ones life. Though with Kutari’s background in the act, such an event would likely never take place, in a sense choosing to kill what he loved most in the past. It would be an easy task for him soon enough, as he walked over to his go to contract wielders to produce the intended contract he had in mind.

Being told to essentially make a reputation of yourself through killing, many things could go wrong from the action, namely being hunted down by big villages if killing the wrong family or maybe more organized crime sending a message not to step on their turf, though with the area Kutari resided within he found little to no worry about the former as these parts failed to be heavily monitored if at all.

As he took on the contract, he was informed what family needed to be killed, given little information upon the fact they seemed to be a casually family involved in some illegal underground crime ring that attracted the wrong people with a good sum of money. It seemed vengeance was the name of this particular contract, and Kutari by no means would be the one to suddenly decide against it because of some moral compass.

It would be broad daylight as he had little time to work with given the time of day he accepted the contract, and even more so the reality that he could care less overall in his potential spotting. Besides, the contract stated no need in confirmation of the kills, so he could only assume he was being followed or watched from afar by an informant of the contract givers. Traveling towards his impending targets, it wouldn’t take long until he happened upon the individuals. They would be treated similar to royalty in the form of their means of transportation, carriage alongside a few guards as they moved in the mornings cool air. It seemed they cared little for secrecy or an ordinary lifestyle as they made sure the carriage embodied a materialistic mentality, from its colorations to the degree of waxing to produce a much shinier texture then what he had witnessed in quite awhile. Unlike the carriage, the guards look ordinary by every means, as if the family simply hired some street thugs to take them to their destination, this likely being the reason behind their arrival being postponed indefinitely.

As Kutari watched from afar, he’d spring into action to take care of the four guards which surrounded the carriage, though not counting the carriage driver as he had another idea to deal with him. Jumping into action, Kutari would first target the two guards from behind, drawing one's attention as a kunai would ram straight between the man's eye sockets as Kutari made sure to guide the man’s head easily into the blades lethality, making sure to waste little time as he wore a face of pure enjoyment which signaled death upon the other guard which looked his way. Kutari would utilize his bodily paralysis technique on the man as he began to charge Kutari in a disarry of movements as they shortly fell to the ground unable to move. The commotion would cause the carriage driver to increase his speed as the leisurely drive would have to be postponed, though Kutari jumped on the scene as he was already in front of the two other guards, snapping ones neck and breaking the others leg as they ran towards him, making sure to leave the two behind as he darted towards the carriage.

He’d leap up onto the seated rest of the carriage driver, as he began to grab the harness guiding the horses and wrap it around the mans neck as he began to strangle the old fool and bash his head against the wooden seat around them, tossing him around before throwing the man below the horses to be trampled, after a few seconds of that he’d cut the horses free from the carriage as the horses ran off in bewilderment upon what just took place, hopping down as he opened the carriage.

The father of the family would welcome Kutari with a quick piercing of a dagger, to which Kutari expected as much as he laughed and grabbed upon the mans arm, holding him hostage with a hold before guiding the family to the other guardsmen.

Kutari would watch as he forced the guards that he kept alive to kill one family member before the other guard would stab the one doing the killing. After the second family member was cut down, Kutari would kill both guards and finish up himself, becoming increasingly bored of the act as he simply wanted his pay. Finding little interest in such an act and more so doing it to make himself look good and completed the contract properly, he could only hope he got the right looks as he turned in the contract and received his pay, hoping to start getting called up from better contractors in the future to come in order to receive a better payout.

WC: 2122

Claiming: 1000 ryo and 3 AP
2122/3000 for Reinforced Katana

Fri Sep 28, 2018 3:00 am

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