Don't own a thing
Chapter 1: shinoThe moment they split up and heard that spooky voice he went to the desk and the man sitting behind it. He figured he should act like a normal guest and see if he could find out what happens here in this strange hotel.
"Can I help you, … 'sir'."
"I was wondering if there was something you could recommend here in this, 'interesting', residence."
Using the same tone the man had. A hint of superiority was hanging around the both of them.
"We can advise the usual activities but I believe those would not really please you, am I right?"
Cocking an eyebrow Shino responded.
" I suppose you're deduction isn't wrong, since someone with your 'experience' will probably know more about the possibilities then someone as inexperienced as I am." Was that a hint of sarcasm in his voice? No it couldn't be. An Aburame never shows any emotions. Not if they can help it.
"If you would just take this key and go to the thirteenth floor sir, suite 004 will suit you perfectly I think."
" I thank you." "you're most definitely welcome, 'sir'" the man said with an unsettling smile.
Shino just shook it of and entered the elevator pressing on the button that said 13. it was a rather long way up and he stood there as steady as a statue, waiting till the elevator reached the right height. During the wait he wondered what he was getting himself into. Suddenly he noticed the song that was playing in the background. A female voice singing cheerfully but the lines… .
When he finally arrived at level 13 he looked around for the suite he got the key to. Ther was a room 002 and 006 on the other side you had 001, 003 and 005 another strange thing. He turned back around and suddenly in front of his eyes the shadow moulded together to create a black door with the number 004 in red writing on it.
'They sure love genjutsus here don't they?' he thought to himself as a sort of assurance before he opens the door. Inside he finds the rome heavy with smoke. Seriously how can someone stay in this room for longer then 3 minutes? Suddenly he feels his bugs (who had been buzzing like crazy the minute they stepped into the building) grow silent. How strange he though for from the moment the last bug had quieted down the smoke disappeared and he could see the room clearly.
Decorated in a rather modern style, paintings on the wall, burning fireplace, no windows, dimmed lights. On a cosy looking couch a man was seated. Dressed entirely in black with purple lines drawn on his face.
"aah welcome, welcome, so you must be my new client. My name is Kankouro" He said with a small smile.
"Shino."
The smile widened a bit and Kankouro continued.
"Let's begin then shall we?" he motioned to the table in front of him on which two guns were lying. "choose your gun, my friend, for the game is russian roulette tonight."
Shino looked at the guns with doubt in his eyes (not that the man could see that for his face and eyes remained hidden). Then suddenly he shook his doubt away. If he was going to complete this mission he had to play this game.
He took one of the guns in front of him and faced the purple lined man. "Here's the bullet. If you live you get your prize, if you don't, well I guess that's obvious, isn't it?"
Shino nodded, loaded the gun and played a first time. CLICK nothing his senses were swarmed by an adrenaline rush, like he had never had before.
Kankouro noticed the reactions, he could feel it. "Feels good doesn't it? Why not play again?"
And Shino did, never knowing why, this wasn't like him at all, he was the rational one, he always thought every thing over. But right now…
CLICK
CLICK
BAM
A voice could be heard singing:
Next morning, cops found me, senbon's stickin' out my arm
Peep the drama, another sad story at the
Suna.
Short chapter, as will the other two be, and perhaps an even smaller epilogue, but I did warn ya that it was going to be a short story.
