| Valerian [closed] | [Mar. 26th, 2008|11:40 pm] |
Sumire's unfortunate mission read as followed:
Mission Rank: B
Agents Requested: Murakami Sumire, Jounin 010327 Oda Makoto, Jounin 009371
Description/Objectives: Travel to the city of Hiraizumi, on the border between Taki no Kuni, Tsuchi no Kuni , Hi no Kuni and Kusa no Kuni to investigate Fukuzawa Hideki of the Yonaga syndicate. Yonaga is known for trafficking information between the four countries, specializing in village secrets. Confirm or debunk rumor, so that further action may be taken.
Expected Hazards: Caution should be exercised; Iwa, Ame and Taki all operate within the town.
Pre-mission Briefing: 1/15, 0830, B1-130
Special Notes: Agents preassigned for specific skill sets.
Signed
ANBU Mission Desk
And the next day, after collecting her partner, Sumire turned her back on the ANBU building that had been her sanctuary. If she was bitter about it, she handled it with aplomb. If she'd been enraged, it simmered behind a cool, well-used mask of serenity.
Hirazami City, population 45,865, was a jewel of industrial revolution. Its buildings reached to kiss the belly of the sky, and it thrived off the bustling trade from being on the disputed borders of four nations. Most of the citizens were formerly of the weaker nations, refugees that had made a home between their warring nations as if to thumb their collective nose at their daimyo, who all claimed ownership of the city. There were three small pleasure districts, the public plaza, the municipal and business centers bloomed from the center. It had three garrison of ninja from Taki, Iwa and Ame, all protecting the gates of their homeland's direction. Konoha (and Hi no Kuni) were not so popular in the town, despite their reputations for good work. It was the victors that wrote history, after all, and while their allies were Kuni and Taki, the strong presence of Iwa made things difficult.
For the last six days, it had been home to Sumire -- that is to say, Miwako -- and the rest of her 'oneechans' that worked over the upper-class of the city. She and others acting as call girls and escorts to handsome young businessmen looking to go on the up and up, and older, less handsome heads of companies and corporations. Miwako spent a lot of time on her back, thinking of Konoha. Like right now. Exactly three days ago, in a little bar, Sumire had finally tracked down the Chief of Finances of the Yonaga. Fukuzawa was, surprisingly younger than she had expected, with his slate-colored eyes and neatly styled brown hair. He wasn't unhandsome, his teeth were good and he didn't smell weird. As far as targets went, he was almost delivered to her on a gold platter. Perhaps Arakaki-sama hadn't been entirely cruel on her first assignment.
Then "Miwako" had spilled beer on his lap, begging forgiveness. The nervousness hadn't been entirely a facade; if her gambit based on his reputation for good graces didn't work, she'd have to do other, worse things than simply seducing. Things that were just a shade lighter than flat-out torture. But it had worked, and now she made pretend-arousal noises in the back of her throat, breath hitching and gasping.
When she falsified her pleasure, it wasn't so bad. Fukuzawa went on forever and ever, and in the end "it" bored her. In the back of her mind, between breathy pleas for 'more! h-harder~!' she did Sudoku, having memorized the blank puzzle in the morning's paper.
Days seven and eight looked something like this in her coded notebook: Bored to tears. Information not forthcoming. Beat today's sudoku puzzle.
It was time to pull out the big guns. How on earth were they getting the information?
Her partner, Makoto, had successfully infiltrated the Yonaga Building, blending in well with his average looks. It would be easier for him, she thought as she scrubbed off the smell of her target. No matter how handsome or ugly they were, all men smelled the same after sex - flithy. For her, the night ended with Fukuzawa asleep on the heart-shaped love hotel's bed. She dressed and slipped out quickly, leaving the sleeping businessman to his dreams. Maybe Oda had done better. |
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