The ANBU Chronicles
File #1; Chapter 10
As soon as Sasori had finished getting accessories presumably for herself, they headed back to their hotel room. Once there, Sasori set about the task of beautifying herself. And she had her stuff EVERYWHERE. The table was in use, the bathroom was in use, and Genma got in her way once and only once.
"Sasori! I need to take a piss!"
"I'm doing my hair!"
"Woman, I'm not kidding! Apple juice runs right through my system and if this door doesn't open right now, I am going to use your travel pack as a urinal-" Genma's needle flicked impatiently.
The door opened and Sasori stood there with one hand holding her hair in an elegant bun with numerous tendrils falling down across her back and shoulders, some of them framing her face. Her jaw was set but then her face softened.
"Thank you!" he said, trying to push past.
She put one hand against his chest and pushed him back.
"What the- "
Sasori plucked the needle from between his teeth and speared her bun with it, effectively holding it in place. He dropped his jaw at her audacity but then again, it didn't surprise him. Then she stepped out of the bathroom and let him in.
"Oh thank Hokage!" he said as he swept past.
There was an unzipping sound.
"Oh! Oh god, sweet Raikage, shut the damn door, Genma!" she said, averting her eyes as Genma kicked the door shut.
Two minutes later, she heard a flush and Genma exited the bathroom with a relieved look on his face. She looked at him and furrowed her brows. He blinked.
"I'll wash my hands..." Genma said and went back in the bathroom.
After that, he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling while she whisked about the room getting ready. The bed was really the only safe place to be. Soon, Sasori was nearly finished. Admittably, she really didn't need make-up to be beautiful and Genma hoped that she didn't pile it all on. He hated it when women piled make-up on their face; it looked trashy to him, especially the stuff that was dramatic and made the woman look like she had just stepped off a kabuki stage. Thankfully, Sasori used very little make-up; just a bit of eyeshadow, some eyeliner, dark red lipstick and some lipgloss that made her natural pout even cuter. She dusted concealer on some of her scars. Nail polish that matched the deep ruby-maroon red of her lipstick went on her slightly long nails and toenails. Then she put her accessories in. Six gold chopsticks with dangling ornaments to hold her bun in place (three on each side). Genma noted how carefully she put the chopsticks in.
"Why the caution?"
"These look like ordinary hair ornaments but really, they are kanzashi that have been coated with my own special poison, one of the deadliest of the Dokugamoto family," she replied.
"Really?"
"Yes, this poison can kill in 20 minutes or less and there is no antidote."
Then she put on a gold bracelet that had a chain attached to a beautiful golden ring that went on her left middle finger, a gold necklace with a scorpion pendant on it, gold dangle earrings and gold studs, hoops, and cuffs along her left ear, a few small gold toe-rings, and a fine gold chain that was wound in with her hair with the ends cascading down her back.
Then she put on her black underkimono and then the deep red outer kimono. At the bottom of the kimono there was a gold stitched flame motif and on the back, there was an embroidered gold scorpion. What really made Genma's jaw drop was that this was not a formal kimono- it looked like a kimono but there was a slit on the left side that went almost to the top of her thigh. That and a proper kimono did not show off cleavage- hers did. She had arranged her black obi so that it pushed her cleavage up a bit. Then she hid her weapons. The Shiyuri antidote between her breasts, several shuriken hidden in the soles of her strappy heels (think Tsunade's footwear), and a beautiful fan that hid razors along the edges.
It didn't take Genma long to get ready for the party. With Sasori's help, he managed to tie his hair back in a small ponytail. He climbed into his suit and was fiddling with the turtleneck when Sasori came up behind him and draped a gold chain around his neck. He let her fasten it before giving her a questioning look.
"You need to look at least a little wealthy," she said as she pressed a small box into his hands.
Curious, Genma opened the box. Inside, there were a pair of gold cufflinks with onyx inlay. He quickly put them on and adjusted his jacket.
"How do I look?" he asked.
"Human," she laughed," What about me?"
"Passable," he retorted," Don't forget our act."
"Of course not."
Genma armed himself with weapons that could easily be hidden should they be subject to a search, mainly senbon needles and shuriken. They gave each other an okay nod and left the hotel room, walking with arms linked to Risoukyou. The sun had just set.
Getting into the club was rather easy, thanks in part to how tantalizing Sasori looked. Any man on her arm got in without question. Sasori had adopted an arrogant attitude and really got into her act. She looked disinterested in the people around her and her expression was slightly jaded. She carried herself like she was the most beautiful woman in the club and indeed, she was. Most men had their eyes on her and some of the women were either staring in awe or in contempt that someone could be so much more beautiful than them. Sasori only gave them arrogant smirks, which suited her.
Genma steered them towards the bar where he ordered glasses of plum wine for the two of them. Sasori crossed her left leg over her right, giving her admirers a nice view of her thigh. The two chatted in veiled words. To lend to the disguise, Sasori would lean forward and whisper into Genma's ear, a smile on her face. She'd touch his arm lightly and sit close to him. Genma would whisper back and Sasori would laugh. To the casual viewer, they looked like a married couple.
Their whispers weren't sweet nothings. They were deadly somethings.
"I'll target Gensou," Sasori whispered," Judging by the way the whole club is staring at me, Gensou is sure to hear from one of his subordinates that there is a fine woman in his club and married or not, he is going to seek me out."
"Hey now," he whispered back," I have to have a hand in this hit somehow."
"Take out the guard, support me."
"How about we play it by ear?"
"I'd prefer a plan of attack..."
"As would I, but these conditions are constantly changing. We need to be able to go with the flow and kill him when we have the chance."
"Mmm, good point. If he senses that either one of us are acting according to a set plan or course of action, then the gig up. We'll just go with it."
Above the club in his office, Gensou had watched the couple enter the club. The crowd had parted somewhat to allow them passage as they moved towards the bar. The woman, even from a distance, was striking. Gensou put a hand to the glass and watched her. The sway of her hips and her demeanor screamed that she was better than those around her and she knew it. He watched them sit and even sent a minion down to ask the bar tender what they were drinking.
"Sir, they are drinking plum wine," the minion reported.
'Wine?' Gensou thought. He had suspected that a few ninja had been sent to assassinate him and had been watching every guest that entered the establishment. Some had been acting shady and he had minions tailing them. He was taking few chances. He wanted to rule the couple out because no ninja in his right mind would think of drinking alcohol when they were on a mission to assassinate someone especially if that someone was Hirata Gensou, one of few the Genjutsu masters of the ninja world.
"Kyosuke, summon Mayonaka Heiko to me."
"Hai, Gensou-sama."
The minion left and Gensou continued to watch the woman at the bar. The way her kimono complemented her body and simply how beautiful she was astonished him. His hands gripped the sill of the two-way glass as he watched her lean in to her date and whisper something in his ear. Even from his distance, he knew that she was smiling.
"You call on me, Gensou-sama?"
A voice like icy silk drifted across his office to caress his ear. Gensou knew immediately who it was- Mayonaka Heiko of the Hidden Rain village.
And she was an S-class missing-nin as well.
Gensou turned and gazed at his right-hand woman. Heiko had never let him down at anything he had assigned to her. She followed his orders to the letter, exceeded his expectations whenever she could, and had saved his life on a few occasions.
He would have married her if she wasn't so impulsive and btchy.
Her faults balanced out her good points. Heiko was 24 but had the tendency to act like a giggly 16 year old, which annoyed Gensou. That and she was madly in love with him. That love tended to add to her impulsiveness and her zeal to serve him. He didn't want to think what would happen if he married her or even engaged in anything higher than a professional relationship with her.
"Hai, I did Heiko."
Gensou turned and was pleased to see her dressed in an icy blue kimono (with a slit on the right side) with white platform sandals, a white obi over a deep purple obi, a black under kimono and a white vest of sorts (for those of you who have played Samurai Shodown: Warriors Rage, think of the character Mikoto's outfit.). Heiko's eyes were a cold icy grey and sparkled with malice. Her hair was bright blue with white streaks and done up in a high ponytail.
Gensou turned back towards the window and Heiko's smile faded a bit. She stepped up to the window and followed her master's gaze all the way down to the woman that he was silently watching. As soon as she realized that Gensou was staring at the woman and not her, Heiko's smile faded completely. She pursed her lips together, bit back her anger, and fought the urge to wipe the woman from existence whoever the fck she was.
-End Chapter 10-