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Oujou XlX Chapter 2 XlX Matsuri



She could feel her eyebrow twitch with annoyance. For the love of all her sanity! She glared at him as he smiled up at her and handed her another empty bowl.
“Another round of ramen, Dai-chan!”
She took the bowl away from him. Her eye twitched as she turned to the stack of bowls he had managed to accumulate over his lunch break. There had to be thirty-five dishes piled up- - at least.
“Naruto,” she sighed, “is ramen the only thing you eat?”
He paused. Like he really had to think this one through.
“Yep, pretty much,” he grinned, “You’re so lucky. You get to work with ramen.”
She grabbed another clean bowl and began to dish out the knuckle-headed ninja’s favorite food of all time as she shook her head, “The job isn’t as dreamy as it sounds.”
The bell jingled signaling another customer. Dakirai raced to the front, “Welcome to—oh, it’s just you Katsuo.” She growled and went back to filling Naruto’s order.
“Nice to see you too, Dai,” he took another puff from his lit cigarette and glanced around the shop.
“What brings you here anyway?” She hollered at him from behind the counter.
“Oh, just to bask in your lovely company,” his words dripping in sarcasm. “Why do you think I’m here?”
She turned and handed the bowl to Naruto, “Surprise me.”
Katsuo took a deep puff in and held it in. It must be something bad, Daikirai concluded, he took that puff like it was his last.
“Well…we got another mission,” he trailed off.
“Well, that’s not too bad. What are we doing this time?”
He hesitated, “I would prefer for the senseis’ to tell you.”
She raised her eyebrows, “What are we doing?” she asked adding force to each of her words.
Katsuo shook his head, “Not saying. We gotta go to the whole mission briefing thing in an hour.”
Oh goody, now she got to debate about what mission they could possibly have. As long as the mission wasn’t something so meaningless like babysitting or cleaning the river; anything but that.

XIX

Okay….perhaps she overlooked this kind of mission.
“C-could you repeat that? I have to wear what?!” Kuro yelled placing a hand behind her ear. Misora and Aki were doubled over in laughter as they looked at their two friends and imagined them wearing a dress, a short dress for that matter.
Minoru, Team Three’s sensei, smiled brightly as she held out four bright pink yukatas, “You get to wear theses!” She held one up against herself. “They are a tad short but, hey, you got to keep the customers interest, if you know what I mean.” The blond haired jounin winked and tossed them there new attire. Daikira jumped back, away from the uniform as it nearly hit her. Misora’s landed on her head,
“Who turned off the lights?!” she screamed tumbling backwards.
Aki held the cloth in her hands and stared at Kuroneko’s sensei, “What exactly are we doing? Just being waitresses at the Tanabata Festival?”
Her sensei, Takumi, spoke up, “That’s the role you will play. But really you are acting as spies.”
“You mean to tell me we are ninja’s, masters of stealth and deceit, and yet we still have to wear skimpy clothes to get any information?” Kuro raised an eyebrow and held the dress by her pinky, away from her body.
Minoru gave her an evil smile, “Why of course. The best female spies were sluts.”
“That’s not true!!!! Tell her Dai!”
Daikirai held her head in her hands. “Actually, she’s… right…,” she shook her head, “I wish she wasn’t, but she is.”
Minoru gave an in-your-face smirk before clapping her hands to gather there attention again, “Enough with the chit chat! Go try your yukatas on!” The blond head jounin held back a squeal and ushered them into another room.
Masuyo, sat down on one of the empty chairs and glanced at the rest of the teams. He seemed to be mentally counting how many there were.
“Eight…,” he mumbled as he exhaled some smoke. He flicked some of the ashes from his cigarette and looked to, Isamu, Misora’s sensei. “Should we half-and-half it?”
Isamu nodded, “It would be less suspicious.”
Ryuu looked to his sensei with a raised eyebrow, “What would be less suspicious?”
“You boys will be working as well. Half of you will be waiters, and the other half will pretend to be your common festival goers, and ease drop on peoples conversations,” he took a sip of coffee and looked at each of them, contemplating on who should be what.
Masuyo glanced at the sand nin in the corner of the room, “I fear that Takeshi isn’t exactly the festival type,” he piped up in his hushed voice momentarily looking at his bloodthirsty student.
Takeshi smirked at the smoker with the same old sadistic look in his cloudy red eyes.
“Don’t look at me like you mama don’t love you, son,” Masuyo brought his cigarette up to his lips again.
There was a moment of silence before Isamu finally spoke with his decision, “Okay; Kichirou, Ryuu, Hiroshi, and Osamu you all will be our waiters. Katsurou you will be socializing… and…as much as I know this will turn out to be a bad decision,” he sighed, “Kenji and Katsuo will be as well.”
Kenji and Katsuo smirked at one another.
“That means we get to flirt with the babes!” They gave each other a high five. Isamu sighed and rubbed his temples, “Please, at least try, to behave yourselves and keep your pants on.”
“Hey,hey,hey we only lost are pants once!” Kenji began to defend himself.
Katsuo nodded, “And that was because we were drunk out of our minds.”
“What minds?” Osamu rolled his eyes at the local perverts. Kenji and Katsuo didn’t catch his remark; they were distracted by the door opening. They started to wolf whistle and cat call as the girls stepped out. Osamu refused to look in the direction and yelled at the two perverts, telling them to behave like civilized human beings instead of hormonal animals. Ryuu tried not to take a peek at Misora, but failed, and ended up turning a beet red when his teammate, Katsurou caught him and nudged him in the rib cage. Hiroshi was controlling his sudden desire of reaching over and strangling the two perverts, one of them being his teammate. And of course Kichirou gave a dreamy sigh and mumbled something along the lines of; dreams do come true, before promptly fainting.
“All men are dogs. Leg humping, tail chasing dogs, “Daikirai growled.
Minoru baby clapped and bounced up and down, quite pleased with what she transformed the girls into, “You all look so cut—“ Her spurt of happiness ended when she saw her student walking out still wearing her pants underneath the dress. She glared,
“So you think you found a loop hole in the system, don’t you? Well you’re wrong!” She inspected the rest of Kuro, top to bottom, “We are going to have to go something with these tips. It is distinguishable as your clan colors. And it clashes with pink. The chocker will have to go to…as well as the pants.” Minoru did a right face and stepped to her next victim.
“The mask has to go Daikirai.” Dai shook her head and covered it with her hands.
“I can’t take it off.”
“Why?”
Daikirai paused, “Because I have a really bad looking scar under it.”
“Let me se—“
“NO! It’s hideous.”
Minoru sighed, “You can’t wear that mask and be at the festival. It’ll be too suspicious.”
“Well, why doesn’t she just go as a commoner and use a fan to cover her mask up?” Osamu suggested. Daikirai glared at him when the blond headed women had her back turned.
“That’s a great idea!” She turned to Daikirai with a smile like the fox that just got the key to the chicken coop, “And I can go with you to get a great yukata!”
“How nice,” Daikirai faked a chipper tone.
The jounin then looked at the two other girls and beamed, “You all look so beautiful! You’ll be great waitresses!”
“Are you sure you want me to carry plates of food to people?” Misora looked at her like she was crazy.
“Yea, she can’t even walk two feet without tripping, stumbling, or running into something,” Aki explained.
The sensei paused and stared at the black hair girl quizzically.
“HA! Do you have an idea for this one Osamu!?” Daikirai snarled at her silver headed team mate.
He smirked, “Actually yes, Misora could simply take orders instead of carry food. There would be less mess that way,” he concluded with his signature move of pushing up his glasses.
“Why.Can’t.I.Ever.Win?!?!!” Daikirai fumed and hit her head against the wall.
“Because the universe and all of its inhabitants hate you, Daikirai. Even Katsuo could have told you that,” he rolled his eyes at his female teammate.
Katsuo growled at the insult, “That’s not very wise to say to your neighbor, moron. I know where you live.”
Osamu winced, he had forgotten that little fact.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough. Listen up!” Minoru clapped her hands sharply to gather the attention back to her, “Now, we will meet up here at sunrise and make some changes so you don’t seem so…noticeable.”
“Oh, oh, oh!” Kenji bounced up and down in his seat, “Do we get code names?!”
Minoru nodded hesitantly, unsure of why Kenji was so excited.
He smiled a mischievous smile, “Can I be, Stud Muffin?”
“Oh! I wanna be, The Sexy Beast!” Katsuo sprung up from his seat.
The girls smacked there forehead and muttered. Minoru glared at them as Masuyo nearly choked on his cigarette as he laughed.
“No!” Minoru growled sharply and smacked them across there face. “We will meet at sunrise and get ready; I will give you your code names then. You all are dismissed.” She waved them off with the flick of her hand and the teams filed out discussing the events that would take place.
Takumi quietly began placing the chairs in their proper order as sensei’s chatted among themselves.
“Don’t the boys need uniforms too?” Isamu raised a curious eyebrow and took a sip of coffee.
At the sudden mention of clothes Minoru lit up, “That’s right!” she did a small 360 degree spin on her tip toes. “That just reminds me of this cute little outfit that I’m just certain Ryuu would adore!”
“We want the boys to look civilized, not like pansies,” Masuyo raised a hand to stop the chipper blonde from having a small seizure from going into hyper-drive. The fire was quickly put out in Minoru’s eyes and her lower lip curled,
“B-but all the cute little outfits…”
“Allow me to explain something, Minoru, when a guy wears pink…willingly…it screams to all the other guys in a fifty mile radius ‘Hey, you big hunk of man beef lets go prancing in a field full of daises’”.
Isamu watched as his friend gave the female co-worker a demonstration of what he meant, which included the high-pitched voice and a small segment of prancing.
There was a moment of silence between the senseis.
“I-I’m going to go shopping now...” Minoru said with a slight studder.
Isamu stared at the floor, where there were shards of porcelain, from when he dropped his coffee mug during Masuyo’s performance, “I’m going to go with her. And you better not check out my butt as we leave!”
The two sensei’s left before Masuyo even had a chance to think of a comeback. He put out his cigarette with a shrug, hey; at least he didn’t have to go shopping now.
XIX

“So, which one is her?” A tall middle-aged man questioned the younger man that was peering down at four girls who were walking on the sidewalk below.
The young man shrugged as he scratched his head, “I’m not sure. I need a closer look.”
“Perhaps I could go down interrogate them,” the older man interjected.
The teenager looked at him and held his laughter, “Yea, Ryo, great idea. Then they would think you are some kind of pedophile!”
Ryo frowned, “And to do think you are any better! Look at yourself! You look like a clown compared to these people!”
The boy looked insulted as he glanced at his outfit. His pants were made of the finest silk and were dyed a deep blue, his jacket was stitched with gold threading, his shoes were pointed and curled upward, “Are you trying to insinuate that I’m out of style?!”
“For this set of people, yes, you would be drastically out of style, Saburou.”
Saburou huffed and crossed his arms, “Well then, what are we suppose to do!?!”
Ryo chewed on his toothpick thoughtfully, “We’ll have to wait in till it gets dark. No one will be able to see us then.”
Saburou sighed and plopped down on top of the roof, “What time is it now?”
“About five o’clock.”
“And what happens if I die of boredom before nightfall?”
“Then this mission is aborted and I get to go home early,” Ryo replied with a chipper tone to his voice, “Why do you plan to die of boredom, sir?”
Saburou groaned and laid on his back looking at the sky, “Not now. I would hate to see you go home early.”
XIX

There was always something about mornings that made the four teams want to kill each other, well, uncaffeinated morning at least.
The four girls stumbled into the large office that their sensei’s shared when they were off duty or filling out paper work.
Osamu glared at them from one of the tables, “You all are exactly one minute and forty-three seconds late.”
Kuro lazily turned her head in his direction, “You know what, bite me.”
“I wouldn’t want to; you haven’t had your shots yet.”
“If you two don’t shut your traps now I will seer your mouth’s closed,” Masuyo snarled as he fumbled with his lighter and unlit cigarette.
There was silence again and everyone had nearly fallen back into there comatose state before Misora sprung up,
“Coffee! I smell coffee!!!”
The double doors busted open only seconds later with Minoru beaming with her morning person attitude and several cups of coffee on a large tray.
“How are my favorite people on this beautiful morning?!” She smiled and gave a small skip to each table, handing the students and sensei’s their daily dose of energy. Minoru laid a mug down on the table for Daikirai as well, without even realizing it.
Aki, Misora, and Kuro looked at Dai from the corner of their eyes, with the temptation of coffee, perhaps Daikirai would take off her mask. Dai stared down at the mug, sneering, as if it was taunting her.
“I’ll pass,” she grumbled and pushed the steaming mug away and glared at Minoru, “Since you have so much vigor, why don’t you give us a full briefing. Yesterday’s conference lacked a little detail, don’t you think?”
The blond sensei winced, was it her fault that she enjoyed mornings? She cleared her throat and pulled out her clipboard, “Fine,” she gave a slight groan, “Your codename and mission goes as followed; Kuroneko you are Kiyoko you are a waitress.”
“Whatever,” Kuro gave a groggy response.
“Hiroshi your codename is Hiroto, you are a waiter. You must stick around Kuroneko; for communication purposes.”
“And me? Am I Stud Miffin?!” Kenji sprung up.
His sensei sighed, “No, your name is Kenshin.”
“Oh, do I get to stalk around the festival?” He interrupted and walked over to Katsuo. “Pssh, this is the Studly Kenshin, over.”
Katsuo followed his friends antics, pretending he had a walky talky as well, “Pssh, this is Sexy Beast. I can read you, over.”
Daikirai and Kuroneko punched their team mates in the jaw. Kenji’s and Katsuo’s heads made a thunk in the collision.
Minoru groaned, “Perhaps it would be easier if you all took the guys and give them their briefing.”
The three male sensei’s nodded in agreement.
“We’ll meet you there,” Isamu assured her.
Masuyo snatched Kenji and Katsuo by the back of their shirts with his free hand, “You two are coming with me.”
Katsuo looked up at him, “Where are we going?”
His sensei took a puff from his cigarette, “To a dark alley where no one can hear you scream when I murder you.”
“You would never hurt us…would you?” Kenji gave him a pleading look.
“Ever heard of Team 13?”
“Yea, that was the team that disappeared and only their sensei made it back.”
“Do you know who their sensei was?”
The two boys gulped, “…You…?”
“Good guess.” He grunted and pushed them ahead. The double doors closed on the boys and Minoru gave a sadistic smile as she rummaged through her bag of torture devices, or as some females might call it, make-up.
Daikirai and Kuroneko gave each other a weary look. Aki and Misora seemed so much more calm about the whole transformation process than the other two girls. They were even participating in looking at the treacherous stuff with the intention of wearing it!
“Now…let’s see,” Minoru mumbled to herself, putting a manicured finger to her well glossed lip, “First thing that needs to be taken care of…the hair.” The blond sensei glanced at the four to see who her first victim would be and without the slightest hesitation, grabbed Kuro by the base of her ponytail and simultaneously taking a chair from underneath one of the tables and forcing her to sit down. “Aki, do you care to get me the rope from my bag?”
“Rope?!” Kuro yelped as the girl the she thought was her friend brought the restrainments. Misora took the liberty to secure her friend to the chair with the large rope as the sensei was mixing the hair coloring together. Kuroneko squirmed as her sensei neared with the goop. Minoru began to brush it onto the red tips that distinguished Kuroneko from the other clans, then, satisfied with her work she set a timer on to signal when she could wash it out.
She then moved to her next prey, she pointed to Misora then to a chair, as she dug into her bag. Misora followed orders and sat patiently as the blond sensei ran a brush through her bangs and placed them out of her face, only allowing a couple of locks to escape capture from the bobby pins.
“Wow,” Misora gasped, “I’ve never seen out of my right eye before.” She continued looking around as Minoru looked at Aki with a confused look.
“I really don’t have anything to change about your hair but…your eyes…”
“What about them?” The violet haired girl asked blinking a few times.
“Your red eyes might freak out the customers,” She said quiet bluntly, “Hold still and close your eyes.”
Minoru was skilled in the art of medicine and she knew nearly every secret of the body. Changing the eye color of a person would be easy. All she had to do was alter the amount of melanin or in Aki’s case, where she had no melanin, add some. Minoru quickly placed her manicured hand over Aki’s eyes and in a spilt second removed it to reveal Aki’s now green irises.
“What about my eyes?” Misora pulled down her lower eyelid to show the female jounin. Minoru nodded understandingly repeated the process with Misora, only this time adding a little less melanin than Aki to give her deep blue eyes instead of forest green ones that Aki had. Her head snapped to the side as she looked at Kuro who was trying to scoot towards the door and at Daikirai who was attempting to escape through the window.
Minoru sighed. This would be a long day.
XxX

Indeed, Minoru had been ever so right. It was nearly six o’ clock and the excitement from the festival had worn off for the teams. Nothing had really happen. There were no intruders, no attempted murders (although there were a few drunken fist fights), it was just eerily peaceful….er…almost.
“On second thought, perhaps I’ll have some sushi…no…ramen. Did ya get that Hiroto?” Kenji, or Kenshin as he was being referred to as at the festival smirked as he stirred his watery drink, “Oh, can you get me some boiling water with ice in it? And make sure the ice doesn’t get all tiny and melted. I hate that!”
Hiroshi sighed as he wrote down the orders from his team mate that was currently taking advantage of the situation. “Anything else?” He growled in annoyance.
Katsuo, or Kazuo, looked wide eyes in shock, “Do I sense hostility towards the customer?!”
“I believe so!” Kenji played along in the game of Harass-the-Hiroshi-while-he-can’t-kill-us.
Hiroshi glared daggers at them, “Perhaps I can interest you all in a nice, tall, glass of poison!” With a quick on he’s heels, he turned, and stormed off, throwing the pad of paper where he had written their orders in the garbage on his way to the kitchen.
Kenji laughed as he took a sweeping glance of the area for any attractive females. He leered when he found his target and made his way over towards two waitresses, whom appeared to be on break. With a charming smile he wrapped his arms around their waist pulling them closer,
“Hey…” He tried to speak in his smoothest voice, “How about we ditch this and go to my place for a real “festival”?” Kenji winked and prepared himself to hear a few giggles. But…they began laughing hysterically, bewildering him in the processes. “W-what’s so funny?” The blond haired boy questioned them stuttering but a slap of realization hit him square across the face. “Misora?! Kuro?!” He seemed shocked. “When did you all get sexy?” He managed to recover as he purred on his latter statement. This of course, just made the girls roll their eyes and walk off, resuming their duties. Neither one of the ninja’s noticed the two figures looming on the roof above them causally conversing about their mission.
XxX

“So, which one is the girl?” A familiar Leaf ninja asked his partner, his glasses catching setting suns rays illuminating them in an orange glow.
Souzousha looked up from his crouching position and pointed at the one on the left.
The other silver haired nin smirked, “This should be fairly easy then.”
“Why do you insist on doing this during the festival?”
“There’s more people. When we set off the bombs it’ll cause a panic and no one will notice if we take her during the frenzy.”
Souzousha simply nodded, dropping the conversation, as he surveyed below him at the hustle and bustle from the people. He could feel someone’s gaze and he shifted uncomfortably. It was a rather simple plan, though dangerous if they got caught. The punishment in the Leaf Village was rather cruel to intruders, so they had heard, although no one has come back to reassure them of this.
He caught the glance of a girl who had been staring and she began talking to another female when she broke her gaze. The silver haired ninja watched as they seemed to be having a light-hearted conversation. They looked to be smiling, laughing, and what not. ‘The girls would have been a little worried if they thought they had seen an intruder, right?’ He mentally questioned. Perhaps he was worrying over nothing.
XxX

Down below the rooftops on the other side of the festival, Daikirai stood to the side, adjusting her concealed ear piece. She had just heard that Takumi, Team One’s sensei, and Takeshi had been found dead along with the rest of the ninja’s that had been placed in the southern part of the festival for security. Isamu had assumed that they had been dead for about an hour or so when he found them. Daikirai fanned herself and glanced over at Aki, whom for a second, seemed to have a moment of grief as she walked towards the table.
“I’m assuming you heard?”
The violet haired girl nodded.
“You do know what this means right?”
“Yes, anyone could have intruded an hour ago. If they did, they could have already made there way up to the northern part, where Kuro and Misora are. We should warn them.”
“And if the murderers are still down here?”
Aki’s eyebrows furrowed, “Then two of us will need to stay here.”
The black haired girl paused in a moment of thinking, “Kichirou and I will stay here; you can take Osamu and notify Kuro and Misora.”
The sand ninja went off to find Osamu, leaving Daikirai with Kichirou to guard the southern sector. She felt uneasy as she watched her friend leave with her team mate; it was so cacophonously calm for murders to be running around. Her eyes flickered from one person to the next, but instead of seeing the suspicious people, she saw happy festival goers. She sunk deeper into her chair gazed up at clouds that threatened to rain with a sigh.
XxX

“Have you ever considered the idea that maybe she’s not a festival person?” Ryo looked over at Saburou would was peering down below.
The young boy gave the man a sharp disapproving glance, “I know she’ll be here.”
He cocked his eyebrow, “And tell me, oh-wise-one, how do you know this?”
“I just do.”
“Then why haven’t we seen her yet?” Ryo questioned sardonically.
Saburou didn’t reply, his body was tense, and his jade eyes appeared to be fixed on something. Ryo glanced over at the next building over, noticing the shadows of two figures on the rooftop.
“Now, Saburou, I know what you’re thinking but don’t do anything—“
Too late, the teenager had already pulled out a small round object and threw it over. It hit the building, upon impact it exploded causing a large burst of light. The villagers quickly turned to see what the sound was. A few had begun screaming about a bomb. Ryuu looked at Osamu who had just informed him of the recent events, “Well, at least it didn’t take long to find them.”
Ryo smacked the boy on the back of the head angrily, “You just alerted the whole freaking village where we are you moron!”
A figure stepped out of the smoke, unfazed, “You’ll regret that.”
Saburou’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he knew there had been another person with him earlier.
The man dropped a large glass bottle and a strange clear fog began to spread into the air. Ryo clamped a hand over the boy’s nose and mouth, “Don’t breathe it in. That stuff will paralyze you.” He spoke in a muffled voice.
The silver haired ninja appeared to be smirking underneath the mask he had pulled up around his face, “I must be going now. I would hate to be caught you know.” He did a few hand signs and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Ryo looked down at the festival goers, or what was left of them that hadn’t left in a hurry when one explosive went off, “We have to get out of here without being seen.”
Saburou nodded and pulled his shirt over his face. He glanced over at Ryo and jumped of the building and into a tree below. Ryo followed after him just as Katsurou and Ryuu had made there way to the roof. The fog of the paralyzing gas made there eyes burn terribly and there was no sign of the intruders anymore, so they jumped back down to the festival.
“They’re gone now,” Ryuu reported, rubbing his eyes.
Misora whimpered, “And I was all ready to hurt someone.” Aki and Kuroneko looked hurt as well.
Katsurou shook his head chuckling, “They’ve probably made there way to the southern part of the festival now.”
“I doubt it,” Osamu argued, “They probably ran off with the fear of being caught.”
The teams gave an uncertain shrug and took a glance at the ruins of the northern part of the festival. And to their surprise saw, Masuyo, looking rather uneasy, “Where’s Kichirou and Daikirai?”
“They stayed behind at their post,” Aki informed.
He inhaled deeply nearly swallowing the cigarette he held, “Go get them.”
Kenji looked confused, “Don’t we need to get back to- -“
“No,” he said harshly, “I’m afraid this is the last of your missions.”
XxX

(Okay, yea, not my best work I know. I just really want to get to the next chapter were things actually get exciting. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.)

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