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fallen_senbon (fallen_senbon) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-01-07 17:39:00

Entry tags:

genma, mission, raidou

Scarred for Life [closed to Genma and Raidou]
Backstory, set in May. Mission Assignment

The daimyou's son was dead, as planned. He was sprawled across the torso of a trussed up corpse, on a pile of cushions in one of the Magic Carpet Ride's back rooms for "special entertainment". Genma had been the special entertainment, and he'd entertained exactly as the privileged young man had hoped. He'd danced, he'd flirted, he'd winked, he'd fondled, he'd batted his pretty eyes and licked his talented lips and promised a thousand delights with a single swing of hips clad in low-slung leather jeans. And he'd let the creepy little bastard with his receding chin and gap-toothed, halitosis-laced kisses believe he'd succeeded in captivating the man everyone in the club had wanted only a few short hours ago.

And then when he was sure the photos had been snapped and the right people had been led to believe what Konoha wanted them to believe, Genma had poured a fizzing candy powder onto his tongue, kissed the princeling, and sent him to that slumberland from which there is no return.

Then the real work began. First off was getting the keys to the man's safe. That was easy, he had them in his pocket. Next was getting the noisome little "personal secretary to Yamada-dono" into the room. Genma'd sent out a folded note to be delivered to the secretary, in Yamada's drunken scrawl, that he needed the personal attention of his aide immediately. When the man came in with a bodyguard, well--it was unfortunate, but the bodyguard became collateral damage.

Genma took him out first, from behind, when he pushed his way into the room to see about his poor drunken lord. He knew that would cause the little weasel-faced assistant to panic. What he didn't expect was for weasel-boy to be armed. It took the work of only moments to subdue him with a handful of senbon, but not without shedding a little of his own blood in the process. Bastard little whelp. The fact that the aide had the gorgeous dagger on him, though made framing him for the target's death a little easier. In fact, with the extra body in the room, the easiest way to work this one out was clearly to put the two dead men in a compromising position, plant the murder weapon in the aide's hands, and be done with it. Yamada's missing keys would certainly be the least of his worries when he woke up with no memories of the night before, a dead lord and bodyguard evidently slain whilst enjoying one another's company, photographs of the dead lord with his mouth on an unidentified cock, and his own hand on the blade that had hewed them apart, his own personal dagger used for the murder weapon.

Genma was extra careful to make the murder look like the sort of thing that might be committed in the blind rage of a jealous lover. He thought tying up the irritating bodyguard in the bondage gear the Magic Carpet Ride's back room supplied was an extra nice touch. He was still positioning the body when his mission partner came in.

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fallen_raidou
2008-01-08 01:50 am UTC (link)

A club was not Raidou's favorite place to be. It wasn't a good place to hold any mission, really. The dark and the shifting, moving light made it easy for a ninja to hide in, true, but the thumping music and the crowd of grinding people set his teeth on edge. Watching Genma slink around in his leather pants and shiny shirt like a well-dressed panther hadn't exactly made the experience any more bearable. It was almost a relief when his mission partner finally swung his hips in the direction of the target and dragged the Daimyou's son away to one of the "special" rooms. Raidou left his hiding place in the shadows to slip through the crowd and follow them down the dim hallway. He leaned oh-so-casually near the door, guarding and listening all at once, waiting for a signal from Genma in case things got hairy.

Raidou melted back into the shadows once more when Yamada's aide strutted importantly by, trailing his protection. He gave the bodyguard a quick once over, but the man was nothing special and certainly not a ninja. Genma should be able to handle the both of them easily enough. Raidou spent his time watching the empty length of corridor and listening to the echo of music as it ricocheted off the dark walls. That he approved of at least; black-painted walls were so much easier to blend with. For a change of scenery he carefully drugged every member of wait staff that passed by and might have seen Genma's face, dousing them with fizzing powder the poison expert had given him with a wink and a tilting smile.

But Raidou wasn't thinking about that smile.

He waited another five minutes, counting the steady beat of his pulse, and then let himself into the room. Only to pause and raise an eyebrow at the tableau Genma was setting up. "Don't tell me this is how you get your kicks," he muttered, giving the ninja in question a quick look over. There was blood, but not much of it. Careless.

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fallen_senbon
2008-01-08 02:26 am UTC (link)

"Don't worry, it's not my fetish," Genma said and shoved the bodyguard's knees apart with the toe of his left foot. "You think I got enough blood on the secretary there to make it look like he came in on these two sucking each other off and killed 'em in a fit of jealous rage? The rumor going around was that the little toady here was miffed about the target's fooling around, so I think people will buy it that maybe he was going for a little payback."

He tipped a table over next to the 'lovers' in their dead embrace, and checked again that the dagger was held in the aide's dominant hand. Then brought his own hand up to his mouth with a hiss, when the motion opened a slash across his knuckles. "Didn't figure he'd be armed in such style," he said, glancing ruefully at the weapon. "It's a nice blade. Too bad we can't take it with us."

He looked up at Raidou then, who was giving him an unimpressed look. "What? Please tell me you're not shocked by this." Brushing his hand through his hair gave him the answer though, when he found it damp. "Oh shit, I got blood in my hair?"