The Infiltration
Experimental Mission Fun
By Musique-Admirer
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Part I
Day Zero
"This meeting shall commence." The Boss proclaimed, slamming down a judge's hammer used in law courts for further emphasis.
The members of the feared Akatsuki, an organisation of assassins, sat around a round table. It was rather ironic since they were probably at the end of the nobility scale (seeing as they were assassins), unlike the Knights of the Round Table.
"...but didn't we already finish the briefing, un?" a certain distracted blond Akatsuki member interrupted.
"No, that was a conclusion report of the last mission." The Boss corrected with distaste, "Now when I say it will commence, it WILL commence! Capiche?"
Deidara's oversized fringe rapidly bobbed with his head's movement.
"Now, as I was saying before I was oh-so-rudely interrupted," the Boss carried on while shooting a glare at the art enthusiast, "I would like two volunteers for the next assassination mission. An experimental mission…"
Around the room, the Akatsuki members groaned in unison. The mission types ranged from stealth mode to terrorist demonstrations. However, every three months, there was the 'Experimental Missions'. These were designed specially to entertain the Boss. The past experimental missions had all been very amusing to all but the assigned members.
"Now, who would like to volunteer?" The Boss looked around the table and was met with a lack of raised hands.
"Well then. Seeing as you all are rather unenthusiastic, I'll choose the two lucky members who will happily volunteer."
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Faster than the blink of an eye, all the Akatsuki members assumed a technique well mastered.
It was called 'avoid eye contact'.
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"Hmm...Ah! I think… Deidara would be glad to be a volunteer....un?" the Boss mockingly prompted.
Deidara groaned, and stopped focusing his attention on the previously interesting looking splotch on the wall. It looked a bit like dried blood…
"Hai. I gladly accept."
"Now, who would like to accompany Deidara as the second volunteer?"
Again, he was met with faces that all seemed to be concentrated on a random object in the room.
"Itachi seems keen on this mission, don't you?"
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It seemed more like a rhetorical question in Itachi's point of view.
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"Hn." He replied nonplussed.
"Now, Itachi and Deidara, you have exactly one hour to formulate a plan." The Boss threatened, "And you'd better make it interesting."
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"So…the Spring Fling Annual Catwalk… what fun, un." Deidara cried out in a faux enthusiastic manner.
"Agreed." Itachi replied evenly.
"Have you got a plan of action, un?"
"Hn…"
Itachi seemed to be deep in thought. The other Akatsuki members had catagorised Itachi's "hn"s. This one, according to Deidara, was a spaced out hn.
"Un, what about we place clay decorations all around the room and when the guest judge is present it all goes BOOM!"
"A wonderful idea…" Itachi replied, deadpanned.
"Really?" Deidara's eyes lit up.
"…if you ignore the fact that we would kill not only our target, but also approximately 20 designers and their corresponding models, 10 judges… and 200 people in the audience."
"Uh…kinda forgot about that small detail…you have a better idea, un?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of: you can be a model, I'll be the designer.
We approach the target and have a little chitchat. You distract him and I'll drop a pill in his champagne. It explodes inside of him and he dies from internal bleeding."
"That sounds neat, un. But I don't want to be the model, un!"
"It's final, you'll be the model, and I'll be the stylist."
"But the model just struts down the catwalk looking pretty and the stylist gets to do all the arty stuff, un!"
"Whatever. Let's just present our plan to the Boss."
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"I approve of your plan. But it seems as though you can't settle who will play what role." The Boss stated.
"Yeah! I don't wanna be the model, un!" Deidara cried out.
"Then let's settle it here. You two say a speech on why the other assassin should be the model, and the other Akatsuki members vote."
Deidara seemed glad that he would get a chance, no matter how slim it was. It was clear he wasn't the best at speeches with all his "un"s.
Itachi smirked. This was going to be easy. He could be very persuading in speeches if he wanted to. He did get full marks in his English exams in school before he joined the assassination organisation.
"We'll start with Itachi."
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Round 1: Persuasion the Itachi style
"It seems rather evident that Deidara should be the model. It is a logical decision because I came up with the plan, which entitles me to decide our roles in this mission…" The Uchiha started with a strong argument, with an underlying threatening tone.
"…Therefore, I expect you all to vote Deidara as the model. No questions."
He ended rather bluntly, albeit forcefully.
The room was silent, which was understandable. Nobody wanted to get in the Uchiha's bad books. Nor receive a full dose of his glare.
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Round 1: Persuasion the Deidara style
"Deidara, you're up."
Deidara started his speech with a sigh of defeat. This was not a great way to start a persuasive speech, mind you.
"Um…"
(A note to all, unless you are trying to say the word 'umbrella', it would be advisable not to begin speaking with a non-existent word.)
"Well…"
(It is also important to stick to the topic. Unlike Deidara here who seems to veer off into the idea of digging a well.)
"Itachi made a great speech…"
(Never give the opposition bonus points. Never.)
"But all I want you to think about is…would you rather see me or Itachi hit the catwalk?"
(Ah…finally, Deidara has scored some points. Not only did he strike a point that the audience would appeal to, but he also made into a rhetorical question. Although I highly doubt if he knows what that is.)
Deidara shuffled back to his seat.
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"So, who votes for Itachi to be the model?" The Leader asked.
It was a unanimous vote.
Who wouldn't want to see Itachi strut away his dignity in a fashion show?
The Uchiha's reaction? A low threatening growl, accompanied by a glare that seemed to scorch Deidara's shiny hair into some pathetic strands and singed ash.
Oh, if only looks could kill, if only if only…
Round 1:
Deidara: Itachi=100:0
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Briefing
From: The Boss
To Agents: 'Sharingan' and 'Terracotta"
Outline:
Agents S and T will infiltrate the Spring Fling Annual Catwalk Show, SFACS for short, and remove the target.
The target:
The client company wishes the Guest Judge to be eliminated, as he is a threat to them. He is the major sponsor of this year's SFACS. The target owns the infamous tyrant company 'G-Rex'.
This company has been known to buy little unsuccessful industries that are about to die in the market for a ridiculously low price.
However, these unfortunate businesses are desperate enough to regain the little amount of cash as opposed to closing down with a large debt.
They then upgrade the bought out company, give it a new packaging, and sell it to the market at a high price.
Surprisingly, G-Rex has been determined to buy out the client's company. This is strange because the client is extremely successful and wealthy. We know that personally, seeing as they are our organisation's largest sponsor.
G-Rex has now resorted to threats and attempts to blackmail. The cause for this is most likely the target's personal dislike towards the client. Research shows that they graduated as arch rivals.
Recently, there has been a murder attempt on the client himself, by an assassin hired by G-Rex.
Our client now wishes for our target to be eliminated. It is a kill or be killed situation.
Mission Type:
Experimental
Notes:
Have fun in the next two days~
This document will self destruct in 10 seconds…
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing about Itachi's demise.
Reader's of my other stories may realise that this is a very different style and genre to how I usually write. I like to write in different tones just for experimentation...or maybe I'm more bipolar than I think I already am!
Okay, enough random chitchat. Please review if you liked it~