Lvmj: "I must say I was fairly disappointed by the lack of people voting in the poll, so decided to just do away with it and keep the story as it is. Besides, the only way I suppose this story now to get an "M" rating is if there is a sexual scene in it, which I do NOT plan on making, ever."
The Comedy Fox
Chapter Eleven: Sorrows and Death
The Fifth Act: The Artist and Bar
I find myself walking right next to Long Hair surrounded by the Mask guards of the village after entering the village. Looking around, I was surprised by how....quiet the village is. I mean, it's not all pin drop quiet, but not as loud as a village should be..
I spotted a sickly looking child hurriedly heading home while one of the guards here ushered him there. As a matter of fact, there are way too many ninja guards around here. Although they look as if they are relaxing, I could tell everyone was tense.
It was here, in the middle of the village, that the Masks stopped and turned towards me.
"Konoha ANBU-san, we will take it from here and report Lin-san to our leader. You are welcome to take a tour of our village until you are called for the payment for your mission."
Meaning, "Scram while we get as much information out of Long Hair before we figure out how to deal with you," the fuckers. Turning towards Long Hair, I awaited her order. In all actuality with Konoha laws, I was only to take orders from her and her alone.
She gave me a hesitant nod and I bowed shortly to her.
"Very well. See you later, Long Hair," I said, enjoying the curious glances of the other Masks at her then to me as I calmly walked away from this little group.
Once out of sight from them, I created a quick Kage Bunshin.
"Follow her; make sure Long Hair is safe. Dispel yourself if anything happens to get me, understood?" I commanded my Clone.
"Yes, boss! Understood," Clone acknowledged. I nodded and cast a high genjutsu around him to avoid detection.
As we split up, Clone trailing after Long Hair, I tried to find myself a bar of some kind to gather information, as well as a bite to eat. Ration bars don't cut it now a days.
Entering a ragged looking bar, I got a few turned heads and whispers about my Mask. I was, for once, thankful they didn't take notice of my age. About damn time I say!
Anyway, I stepped up to the bar tender, since it seemed all the seats were filled in this horrid bar.
"What can I get ya for stranger?" the bar man said to me in a thick accent. Must be from someplace else besides this village.
"Something to hot eat and tea perhaps." Laying down a few ryos, I went to go look for a place to sit when I felt something go 'squish' right under my foot.
For fucks sake, what the hell did I just.....never mind, just don't look at it and continue on for....another squish. Fuck it, I will burn these sandals after my mission.
Finally, I found a table in the middle of the bar with only one young teen sitting at it. I walked over and moved a chair to sit.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked. It's always wise to get on the good side of whoever is around you, at least that's what Hokage-jiji tells me. "You never know," he would always say.
"I don't mind, have a seat, un," the blond headed stranger told me. He seems to be messing around with a document of some kind. I can just make out the first three letters of the top name "Aka..." but the rest is hidden by the young teen's hands.
The blond guy sighed and rolled up the document and stuffed it away into his coat.
"So what brings you here?" he says to me and looks up, only to show a slight fear at me while I saw the scratched out mark on his headband. So, a missing nin from Iwagakure no sato?
"Whatever you are thinking, I am not here for you," I calmly said, raising my hands up and setting them down on the table as a sign of trust. The teen seemed to relax.
"Sorry, un, but a little bit jumpy since I left my country," he said, a little nervous while he looked at me with a curious gaze. "Getting younger and younger each time, un," I hear him mummer.
"Oh? So who are you?" I hear him gasp and then smile mischievously as a flop of hair covers one of his eyes. I really don't recognize him from any Bingo Books from other countries, but hopefully he will refresh my memory.
"I am surprise you haven't heard of me! I guess you really aren't here for my head," he said as my food and tea was brought to me. I nodded to him to continue once the person who brought the food left. "I am the great Deidara! My art is known around the world as the greatest of art ever!"
Holy shit. Now I remember him. Deidara, almost S-Class missing nin. Wanted for the destruction and almost assassination of the Tsuchikage. The Terrorist Bomb Maker they call him. So these bombs must be his 'art.'
"So tell me, Artist, do you know what's going on around here? Why the security and caution?" Artist seemed to be delighted when I called him by his nickname before he frowned and settled in a more serious manner.
"Well, there's a nasty rumor around here that someone is doing experiments and kidnapping people from here along with trying to take over the town." Experiments? That doesn't sound good. In the meantime, I adjusted my Mask like I did back with Ramen Master to eat.
"There must be something else," I said to Artist, which he only gave me a confused look. "I was on a mission from Konoha to here. On completion, I noticed very odd things, like how I wasn't questioned at the gate nor did they ask my client questions on what happened to the others." I know I was being vague about the mission, but missions should be kept as secret as possible. All he knows is that I'm from Konoha, which may already know by how my uniform is, besides my Mask, and I had a mission with people from this Village.
"That is pretty odd, un," Artist agreed as he rubbed his chin in thought. "I myself had to sneak in this village with my Art as a distraction, though it wasn't that big to cause for this beef upped security, un."
"So does that mean I was singled out by them?" I questioned aloud as I took a bite from the bowl of 'meat soup' they gave me.....disgusting, but filling.
"Sounds like it, un," Artist said as he took a look at my shiver when I forcibly ate the soup. "That bad?"
"Fucking terrible," I muttered to him and gulped down the tea to wash away the taste. I suddenly flinched and set the tea down and shivered once more.
"Even the tea, un? You're not having much luck....hey, who are you anyway?"
"Comedy Fox," I said to him as I took several deep breaths as my hand gripped the cup of tea hard. Shit, a fucking rookie mistake!
"Something wrong?" Artist said with some concern. Hmm, I thought he'd be surprised by my name, guess I am not well known in his former country.
"Tea was fucking poisoned," I whispered hoarsely as my body fought off the poison.
"That's not good, un. Are you going to be alright?" From how he said it, he knew I wouldn't be able to seek out medical help in enemy territory nor did he have knowledge of medic jutsu. These are the few times that Kyuubi comes in handy.
"Yeah, don't worry, my body is already cleansing it," I gruff out, my breathing growing calm as I felt a presence behind me.
"ANBU-san," a voice said behind me. I corrected my Mask and turned in my seat to see one of the Mask from before. "Our leader will see you now," he said, shunshining away shortly after.
I cast a weary glance towards Artist and him to me.
"Take care Artist, you might want to leave the village soon," I said, getting up and walking out of the bar to see a Mask escort.
If I would have looked behind me, I would see Artist looking towards me and planning something.
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I can't let them take away a person who so appreciates my Art, un! Whether or not Comedy Fox accepts my help, I won't turn a blind eye towards his problem. Guess I will have to reschedule that meeting with this Akatsuki organization. Not like I was going to join in the first place anyway, un!
When the time comes, let's see how much the Village of Rice Patties can take when they face my wonderful Art, un!
Lvmj: "Seems like Deidara is getting on the act. Tell me what you think. Ah, special thanks to DarkLvmj once more for helping to write. During my trip, kind of got into an accident. Let's just say it involves a car bumper, a bucket, hammer, and stapler......don't ask."
DarkLvmj: "Woot! Hope you feel better Lvmj! Anyway, readers! You must take a guess at what Lvmj stands for!"
Lvmj: Sighs. "Just indulge her, she won't stop."
DarkLvmj: "Darn right I won't!" Cackles.