"How much will you take for this small boy, eh?" After upwards of four hours in a casino, Mangetsu and Kyouki had successfully managed to bet (and lose) all of the money the organization had and, because they weren't willing to just stop and admit they had a problem... were now trying to swap Choujuurou for more money.
"Uhhh...about 100ryo..." The poor, unfortunate casino worker replied in a shaky, unsure voice, probably because it was the first time he'd ever had to accept an actual person as payment.
"Okay, that's fine." Kyouki promptly took the (extremely small) amount of money out of his hand, half-expecting him to realize just how worthless Choujuurou was and change his mind.
"Haha, jokes on you... we would have taken 10, eh!" ...because of outbursts like that.
"But I-" Choujuurou attempted to protest, although by now, he should have known better than to expect anyone to actually listen to (and care about) what he wants.
"Shut up Choujuurou, just get in the bag." Kyouki interrupted with a surprising lack of emotion, given that she was just agreeing to sell of one of her team mates so that she and Mangetsu would have enough money to spend on slot machines.
"Yeah, you had this coming, eh!"
"Oh...okay..." Choujuurou sighed, giving in to the demands of his so-called friends after having barely put up the slightest hint of an argument.
"...You think maybe this has gone too far now?"
"It's only Choujuurou, eh... although, I'm beginning to think maybe 100ryo isn't enough... maybe we should bet the base, eh" Mangetsu paused for a moment, attempting to weigh up the difference between betting off Choujuurou, and betting off the place that was home to his precious X-Box "...Okay, now it's gone too far, eh."
"Nah, have you seen that place? It's a shithole! There's still a massive hole in it from when that guy reversed straight through the building last week..."
"Well then I guess it doesn't matter, eh...but the base won't fit in a slot machine... WE SHOULD BET IT ON ROULETTE! Seriously, it's impossible to lose, eh."
1 Hour Later
"You two have lost every single game so far, I doubt you even have anything left to bet..." Poor delusional Mangetsu.
"No wait... I umm found this sword" Kyouki then revealed a sword that looked suspiciously more like Zabuza's executioner blade than anything else. "...Can we bet this?"
"Isn't that Zabu-OW...What was that about, eh?" Mangetsu turned to Kyouki who, after having just kicked him in the shin, was now looking at him as though she was going to grab him by the throat and strangle him at any given moment. "Yeah... we'll bet it on 31 Black, eh!"
"23 Red."
"GOD DAMN IT, EH!...Well if we're on a losing streak...Let's bet my brother!...and Tatsuya, eh"
"Yeah... we didn't bring them with us but we'll write you an I.O.U"
"Fine."
"Yes! 16 Red, eh!"
"16 Red."
"WHAT(,eh)?" The two of them yelled in near-perfect unison, the first time they managed to win that night was the one time they were hoping to lose.
A Few Minutes Later
"Can we bet them again...please?" Kyouki asked after several (painfully) successful attempts at betting off Tatsuya and Suigetsu.
"No."
"Then... if we really have nothing else left then I'll bet... my Canadian accent, eh!"
"What? If you're going to do that then I'll bet..." she paused for a moment trying to think of something she owned that wasn't just complete and utter garbage "...my parents?"
"YOU HAVE LIVING PARENTS? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A NARUTO CHARACTER, EH!"
"...You have parents too Mangetsu."
"Oh yeah... can we bet them instead of yours, eh? I really hate them. I mean, my dad's Swedish and he says 'da' at the end of every sentence, it's completely ridiculous, eh. And as for my mother... all she ever does is sit and eat croissants all day whilst saying ohohoh, eh!"
"...you're really racist Mangetsu..."
"Of course I am, eh!" he replied before turning back around and proceeding with his gambling. Leaving Kyouki to just shrug off his previous outburst, at least for once he said something that wasn't a Canadian stereotype.
Several More Hours Later
"WHAT THE HELL TOOK YOU GUYS SO LONG?... AND WHERE'S THE ONE WITH THE GLASSES... YOU KNOW... KABUTO?"
"Uhhh... Kisame, we have something to tell you... we kind of bet some things we really shouldn't have..." Kyouki said, blatantly ignoring Tatsuya.
"Your first born child? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT, WOMAN? You must be devastated Kisame, she's just bet away your unborn child."
"Tatsuya. Just so you know, everyone's doing that thing where they ignore you." Raiga pointed out, honestly having believed that Tatsuya would have just stayed quiet, what a fool.
"GOD DAMN IT I HATE IT WHEN YOU GUYS DO THAT!"
"Wait...what did you two bet?" Kisame asked, struggling to hear even the sound of his own thoughts over all the background noise Tatsuya was producing.
"Ehhh... nothing much, just...all of our stuff." Kyouki replied, in the most nonchalant manner she possibly could.
"What do you mean 'all of our stuff'?"
"Well, you know... all of it. All of our stuff, all of Raiga's stuff...especially all of Zabuza's stuff... we tried to bet you're stuff, but you don't have any... oh and Choujuurou."
"All of Choujuurou's stuff?"
"No, just Choujuurou."
"Did you bet all of my stuff?" Tatsuya asked, practically grabbing Kyouki by the shoulders, worried that he might just return to his room only to find all his pokémon missing.
"We tried, but you have a lot of crap." she shrugged in response.
"Yeah, we got about half way through it all...we definitely bet your charizard though!" Mangetsu added in, if only for the joy of causing Tatsuya pain.
"NOOOOOO!- Wait, what the hell is wrong with your accent Mangetsueh?" However, before Tatsuya received a proper answer, Mangetsu collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest in pain.
"Oh god. I think I'm dying."
"Why, what's wrong Mangetsu?" Kyouki asked, with a strange lack of emotion in her voice, given the situation.
"My accent... it was the source of my strength... I don't think... I'll survive much longer without it!"
"Oh for the love of god. Kyouki, you stay here with Mangetsu, the rest of us will go and get his accent back."
"What about Zabuza the dick?" Tatsuya asked after looking around for a moment and seeing he was nowhere to be found.
"Just leave him..." Raiga waved his hand dismissively, as he emerged from the shadowy corner he seemed to almost eternally be in "if he wakes up only to have us tell him you bet away all his stuff, he will kill you...Also, he spends half his life sleeping... if he's going to be that lazy then he doesn't deserve any screen time!"
"Jealous, much?"
"SHUT UP!"
It was several hours before the remaining three swordsmen managed to recover the majority of what Mangetsu and Kyouki had bet away, yet after having killed several employees in order to find him there was still no sign of Choujuurou. They may have also killed several innocent by-standers, but that had nothing to do with finding any of their lost goods, it was more for the purposes of Kisame's amusement.
"You know... if they managed to sell Choujuurou there might be other little boys here that've been accepted as payment. Maybe we should ...er... save them." Raiga desperately tried to cover up what he was actually thinking, although by now, absolutely everyone – not only in the organization, but in the entirety of the Hidden Mist village knew he was a complete paedophile.
"Raiga, I assure you, if there are any here they'd probably be safer here than with you." Kisame looked at Raiga with a worried expression, seriously considering committing the man to an insane asylum...
"YOU GUYS... I found my Charizard... we could use it to burn this place!"
"and why would we use your imaginary friend to burn this place to the ground?" Raiga sighed, sometimes he thought he was the only person in the whole organization who didn't even try to encourage Tatsuya's delusions.
"Well, realistically we don't want to have to get all this stuff back only to have Mangetsu and the woman bet it all away again, so it probably would be best if we just burnt this place down..." Tatsuya replied, making an uncharacteristic amount of sense.
"I swear, the next time they even so much as go within 3ft of a slot machine I'm sending them to a GA meeting."
Back At The Base
And so, after several hours of searching through many mountains of crap at the casino – never once coming across Mangetsu's accent – Tatsuya, Raiga and Kisame finally arrived back at the base. Now, if they were being honest with themselves...they were hoping that they would find Mangetsu dying a slow painful death for all the trouble he (partially) caused. However, rather than finding that, they instead found him in perfect health, playing COD on his X-Box, as he does every single day of his life.
"...Why aren't you dying Mangetsu?" Kisame asked.
"Oh... you actually believed that crap about my accent, eh? As if I could actually bet it on something...I'M CANADIAN THROUGH AND THROUGH, EH!"
"You know what, Mangetsu? ... I really hate you." from that moment Kisame swore that if he ever made himself a hitlist, Mangetsu would be at the very top.
"Well, I'm just glad I got those pictures of my...nephews... back!" Raiga said, trying to lighten the mood, although – since it's him – it didn't really work.
"Well they do say everyone has a creepy uncle..." Tatsuya shuddered slightly at the thought of anyone being related to Raiga.
"Where's Choujuurou?... I thought you were going to bring him back too..." Kyouki wasn't asking out of interest or care for Choujuurou, it was more that – for once in her life – she was thinking the exact same thing as Tatsuya, and anything was better than that.
"Crap. I knew there was something we forgot... I wonder if he managed to escape himself or if he was still in the building when we burnt it down...hmm." However, Kisame's thoughts were cut short when he was interrupted by Zabuza.
"Alas, earwax!"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ZABUZA THE DICK?"
"I was having a dream... actually it was more like a nightmare, I was this old wizardy man and I was stealing some boy's jellybeans but when I ate them they tasted like earwax... IT WAS DISGUSTING!"
"I TOLD YOU HE DIDN'T DESERVE ANY SCREENTIME!"