Part 1: Assignment [Bahaku & Nanashi]

[Hitoyama Makido]

Sitting at his desk Hitoyama Makido, the Yondaime Tsuchikage looked through a large stack of papers pertaining to a certain Chunin named Bahaku. Apparently he had an "explosive" personality as it was and perhaps someone to balance him out was needed. From what he could recall Bahaku was a fine shinobi and maybe just maybe having someone assigned to him to watch and oversee his training would allow him to excel even further.

He pondered for moment about which shinobi he could give this mission too. He had a particular shinobi in mind. However, a mission like this was completely not like what she had been used too...and Makido was sure she would not be happy about having to supervise someone. However, because of particular skills she was one of the few he could call to assist him.

Grabbing a pen, Makido began writing a letter to one of his Jōnin. Sealing the letter off with his personal seal, he was sure that Nanashi would know the validity of the letter. Inside it wrote that she had an urgent mission and report to his desk immediately. "Send this letter to Nanashi." Makido spoke to his assistant, not looking forward to the womans reaction to it.

[Nanashi]

Long red locks draped over the back of the crimson assassin as she sat on a solitary crag positioned perfectly under the stream of fresh water. The liquid was flooding over her crown, down her temples, across her face, and to her body below. It was the ultimate form of mental training and meditation for the warrior, and also the ultimate form of symbolical cleansing. Battle had stained her hands, that were somehow still soft and delicate. Thus, this revered ritual was something she did after every mission, and it was no wonder that the Tsuchikage's messengers knew exactly where to find her.

"Nanashi-san," the boy, who looked no more than 16 or 17, called out to her from the bridge, not to far from her meditation place. "You have a message from the Tsuchikage!" he called out. Nanashi, who would have normally thrown a barrage of kunai at anyone who dared to interrupt her cleansing process, bit her lip and held her tongue. He didn't know any better, and no doubt that good for nothing assistant sent him down because she was to afraid to do it herself. No matter. The boy would keep his dignity today.

Without a word, she stepped from under the stream of water and headed to the back of the precipice she had been sitting on before. If he was summoning her directly after a mission, then it must be something of great importance.

[chanpuru]

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"BITCH GET ME THE FUCKING TSUCHIKAGE NOW!"

"I'm sorry Bahaku-kun. You know how these things work. He is a busy man. And I'd prefer you not call me a 'bitch'."

"... You really are a stupid b-- WHORE!"

Bahaku's foul temper had gotten the best of him... once again. Fury lay plastered onto his face. His fiery eyes burned their way into the pretty faced secretary. The woman's cool blue eyes stared back to him. One could tell the tension that was seeping off the two of them. While she remained calm, she would turn sinister in a few seconds. Bahaku was pondering breaking in her nose. All the while, the busy office was at a halt, staring at the spectacle. Bahaku's fire red drifted to the side, examining those who were blatantly staring. Blinking madly, the floor rumbled intensely. A cloud of dust shot upward, giving way to a hole in the ground.

'WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"O-o-oh, sh-shut up-p-p-p-p, 't-ard."

From seemingly nowhere, a small stubby man crawled out the hole. Based on his elongated nose was a clipboard. Bahaku couldn't seem to figure how his nose was so wide and long. He knew this man well by now. And the entire time he'd known him, the man had never told him why. The fire-headed Chūnin stepped forth, kneeling down a great deal.

"Bitch, why the fuck is your nose so frickin' big."

"You--your m-m-m-om lik-likes it that wa-w-w-way."

"Why I oughta-!!"

"You w-w-w-ant a m-missi-on?"

"Dur, why else the fuck would I be in this mad house?"

"Her-here."

The stubby man held out a clipboard. Bahaku struggled through the words. He read them all before he placed it down. He regurgitated what he'd read in his head.

Yadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayada.
Meet a Jōnin named Nanashi at the Shrine of the Earth. Yadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayadayada.

"Gotcha." Bahaku said as he ran out the building.

[Nanashi]

As she approached the young lad, he began to tremble more. Nanashi knew her demeanor was a stern one, yes, but her reputation proceeded her. Much of what was said was true, but the truth did not make up for the majority of legend that was surrounding her name. I used the word legend loosely here, because she did not have enough years on her to be called a true legend, but a legend in the sense that what had been true stories of heroism and valor had been twisted and screwed to the ideals of others. Among one clan, she had taken on the whole army of rogue warriors alone, with nothing but a broken sword and three senbon. To the children at the academy, she had wiped out the army with one swipe of her katana using some super-jutsu that no one had seen or live to see again. There were certain truths to the numerous stories, but Nanashi cared not about correcting any of them. The people would still think what they wanted.

"There. Boy." She called as she stepped in front of him. "Where is the message?"

The boy, still trembling, handed her the scroll. As she snatched it from his hand, he ran, flying faster than she had ever seen a 17 year old fly. "Tch. Wimp." She snorted as she opened the scroll. Nanashi read the message with patience, but her expression soon changed to one of annoyance as she neared the end.

"...Bahaku. In the name of all that is sacred--" she growled as she crumbled the scroll in her hand. This what what she had been training for, in some aspects, but she did not know that day would come so soon. "Well. And order is an order." Nanashi finally said before setting off to the Earth Shrine.

[chanpuru]

"Nanashi-chan!" Bahaku called out as he ran toward her. What the fuck was this shit? Why the hell did he have to do shit with this chick? He'd heard of her, ran into her a couple times while in the Tsuchikage's office. All of their meetings led to shit. Nothing positive at all. So, if that were true, what the fuck jumped up Makido's ass that would make him think they were a good team? "Hurry up, and tell me what I gotta do so I can get up outta here."

[Nanashi]

Before she could get far, there was a scruffy, yet familiar (yet dreadful) voice behind her. The boy had ran on ahead, fearful of the natural disaster that could occur with two titans such as these summoned if they were to clash. But that was almost impossible. Nanashi was well trained in the art of emotional suppression, so though her head told her to respond with a natural venomous bite, she stopped dead silent in her tracks and turned to see Bahaku.

It was a shame, really. He was a strong ninja with hidden abilities and unfathomable power, but he was loud, rude, obnoxious, and less than a pleasure to keep company with. Though, in reality, she was the only one who could contain his power -- even if only briefly -- like a cage holding a raging bull. It was for this fact, she played her hand lightly. "Bahaku-san," she stated in her usual stoic undertones. "So you're the one I'm supervising."

Babysitting was not one of her strong points, but the Tsuchikage had stressed the urgency of the matter in his letter. She was the only one who could use this weapon effectively.

[chanpuru]

Bahaku faltered in his sprint, stopping shortly in-front of the equally tall woman. His harsh face folded in various places as he smiled at her. It was strange to see her. He was older than her, and somehow, she was of a higher rank than he. His fire red eyes stared into hers wondering what the hell he was supposed to be doing with her. Bahaku didn't like the woman off the bat. The way her lips pouted out pissed him off. She was too similar to him. At least that was how it seemed.

"What we doin' today?!"

[Nanashi]

A faint smirk wanted to crack at her stoic pout, but she refrained from expressing her amusement. It would be very un-kunoichi-like to do so. As she watched his red eyes glow like the embers of a volcano, apocalyptic power rumbling inside of his psyche, she could not help but to become slightly excited about her assignment. "I received a letter from the Tsuchikage briefing me on a mission," she said, squeezing her long red locks out and wrapping them to the best of her ability around into a messy bun on the back of her head. "You are to accompany me on a retrieval mission. There may even be a rank advancement in it for you if you succeed."

Lies.

But she could not afford for Bahaku not to agree. The actual mission was for her to retrieve a scroll from the ruined parts of the castle in Jouheki Gai, but she was also ordered to observe the specimen before her. In reality, Nanashi was the only ninja in all of Iwa (perhaps in all of the five villages) who could possibly counteract Bahaku's power. This was to be a test of not only his ability, but her ability to control him. It was imperative that he cooperate.

[chanpuru]

... Was she playing? Bahaku's draw dropped. This chick knew straight up how to tempt Bahaku. He wasn't liking this. She knew how to make him happy too... Was she about to slap him now, and make him her sex slave? He knew he was sexy, but never did he suspect someone like the chick in-front of him would be like that. He shook his head, casting out the strange ideas. A promotion. Being a Jōnin wouldn't be bad at all. Especially at his age. He was hoping to become Jōnin by thirty. Maybe it came early. He shook his head madly, a ear-to-ear smile occupying his wicked face.

"You got it! The Wild Fire Bahaku is on your side!" Bahaku bellowed, grabbing his shades, sliding his left leg back, and shoot his right hand out. He pulled his shades down his unnatural green tips, covering his eyes with them. He stared at her for a good minute. The silence strangely seemed to slap him in the face.

Cricket cricket... Whoooooosh.

"Heh... Let's go!" Bahaku cried, with a fist-pump.