Work was work and Id do anything to get some money. Hell, I'll scrub an old mans back for a dollar, because one dollar ment one more step to getting out of the village, one more step to independence and self reliance. when I'v made enough money I'll keep traveling till it runs out, I settle down and make enough money to move on. It was slow going but a simple life. I worked everywhere, occupying as much of my time as possible, running errands for some rich schmuck or waiting tables part time. Despite all my my money making the small one bedroom flat I was renting seemed to eat up all the funds I made. I needed a job that paid better and was a little more permanent.
"Damn" irritated I threw the classified section across the bathroom spilling bath water haphazardlisly every which way. No one was hiring, and the ones that were wanted ninja, trained shinobi to go on bull shit missions with promise of pay when they returned. I graduated top of my training class and could have done well as a ninja. But that wasn't the life I wanted, I was a good assasin, I could kill anyone, but I wanted honest manual labor. Killing someone with less training was no fun and generally they didn't put up a good fight, talk about boring.
Someone somewhere had to be hiring. I crawled out of the bath tube smelling the towels on the floor hoping one would be clean enough to use when the personal ads caught my eye. Picking it up and shaking off the water I read:
"Looking for strong well trained shinobi, live in bodyguard required. Three months starting contrat, food and board provided."
What a weird ad. Some big wealthy family needed a bodyguard. I was about to toss the paper again when I saw how much they were willing to pay. "Holy fucks sakes". I yelled, it was a damn fortune for three months. Hell I could travel across the world in style with that kind of cash. This deal was way too good to be true, there was something going on that they didn't want anyone to know. I thought about it for a second, I was bored and when I got bord bad things happened so maybe it was about time I put my training to use. Without another thought I packed the few things I owned into a knapsack, gave my landlord the finger and started walking to the outskirts of town.
"Whats your name?" apparently the owners of a giant creepy mansion outside of town hadn't had many bites when it came to their ad. I figured with the type of money they were offering I'd half to fight my way into the interview. Instead I was seated almost immediately in a sizable library with a stern dark haired women staring me down.
"Rey" I smiled brightly at her lounging in a giant plush couch, feet flung over the armrest, chewing loudly on gum.
"Do you have a last name?" every time I popped my gum her eyes narrowed. She was a proper lady with fine cloths and good breeding but I sensed the desperation in her, even if I was some marauding idiot she'd hire me, this interview was just for show.
"Certainly do Ma'am."
"And that would be-?"
"The same last name as my dad I suppose." her face twitched, she touched the tight bun on her head smoothing down any stray hair as if to distract her from her irritation.
"Ok well im Lady Uchiha, I require a guard of sorts to over see my son. Id prefer someone with training in those areas but willing to be open minded to any one with combat training."
Uchiha? What the hell kind of name was that? These foreigners had the strangest customs and names. iI was from the west, were booz was served cold and were names made sense.
"Lets just cut the bull shit lady, you don't need no body gaurd, this house reeks of shinobi blood. Your family has probably been on the Hokage council for generations. How'z about you tell me what you really need and I'll tell you if I feel like doing it." I sat up and stared her dead in the eye, her face was aged beyond her years, stress digging canyons into creamy eastern skin.
She sighed heavily, standing up from behind the desk smoothing down her skirt and looked out the window. "I take it you're not from around here." I didn't answer, just kept watching her noting her every movement. " My familys very powerful in this area and cannot let certain family….qualities be known to the public. My son has a condition which makes him dangerous to himself and others. I need someone who can control his outbursts and contain him should he have an episode."
I let this sink in for a moment, a slow smile creeping onto my face. Maybe this son of hers would prove to be entertaining for a while. "Deal." I stood up quickly, stretching out my hand. She stared at my like I was crazy, glancing down at my outstretched hand debating weather to seal the deal or not.
"You don't fully know the situation yet, I can tell you've had training but are you really qualified to handle this sensitive of a situation?"
"Lady I've killed more people than I can count, I've done this that would break a lesser man. I could care less what's wrong with your son but I'm sure I could handle him up and down this place. I can't really assure you of my talents unless you see them first hand. So if I die, big deal you'll just find someone else. if I don't then everything works out. Square?"
"Excuse me?"
"Lady, Square, like do you agree. Its slang keep up with me."
She glared at my and shook my hand slowly as if she knew she later regret hiring the likes of me. "Yes I agree, I might not care too much for your attitude but I guess you'll do for now. should I send someone for your things?"
"Naw, its all good, got everything with me." I nudged the sack at my feet. "Don't quite care for baggage." She shrugged and motioned a servant who stood silently by the door to show me to my room.
"Oh wait". I stopped at the door and looked at lady Uchiha.
"Yes?" she asked with a sigh as if my mear presents tired her out.
"Whats this kids name?"
She smiled, the first smile during our encounter, it was sad and a little scared but a smile none the less. "Sasuke Uchiha."