Aikishi Nakamoto looked over the papers on his desk. Ever since that bastard shot his leg off, he retired into the administrative section of ANBU.
Really, he wished that he was just killed. Get him a spot on the stone. But no... the bastard ran out of fucking bullets. So here he was, dying a little more every day as paperwork for missions needs to be reviewed, signed off, and filed. DuKair was probably laughing at him as he finished writing this up... where ever the hell he was.
He looked up to the Wall. The Wall listed six people. Vin DuKair. The Priest. The Cancerman. Zhan Takanori. Jun Wasakare. Heck Wiliems.
Those six men had one thing in common. They were all senshi. A type of samurai that didn't fight with swords or fists but guns. And the only ones in the Bingo Book. He kept track of them. Of their sightings. Of their abilities. Of their killings. Of their habits.
He knew each one inside and out.
Vin had two rules, half up front. No kids.
The Priest only killed those that needed killing, judge by him.
The Cancerman's lung cancer recently metastasized in his bones and blood and stomach. He was going to die. The only question was who he took with him.
Zhan had a tendency to bite his bullets before he put them in the chamber.
Jun collect ears.
And Heck... well... the less said about Heck, the better.
Some called him obsessed. Others, passionate. He was a one legged jounin. All he had left was passion and obsession.
And irony. Can't forget that. Aikishi would have died on the spot if he knew that the man who made his coffee took his leg.
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Paul never understood why the other shopkeepers didn't treat that blonde kid in orange so wrong. Of course, had he did, he wouldn't have joined them in shunning, but rather train the boy to be a weapon. Not often that you get such a reserve of such power.
On the other hand, he knew some people that were after such kids and would pay a lot.
Not just the Akatsuki. Not that he would. They never pay on time or what they promised and tried to kill him twice. The puts a lot of strain on a working relationship. No, he would have turned him over to a Doctor Futusaki. And the orange wearing blonde would have found his tenant pulled rather forcibly out of his naval and stored in a giant diamond, the demon powering a small section of Tea country for the next ever.
But it was a moot point. Paul didn't know about the blonde's secret and all the nasty dirty things that came with it.
As it was, however, the shop was closed. There was no reason for it to be open, really. Everyone was at the stadium, watching those damn chuunin exams. And to think, his neighbor invited him. That wasn't the point though, Paul held a lot of contempt for ninja and didn't want to see more kids become mass murderers.
That and he could use the downtime to take order of the stock.
He was busy taking count of how much cinnamon he had when the explosion rocked his shop. Leaving the backroom and seeing just what the heck was going on... he saw it. The village was being invaded.
"What the fuck?" Paul shook his head. Every time he tried to get out... somebody had to go and pull him back in. "The fuck in charge of this... he gets a hole in the head for his troubles."
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Shoruichi and Chou were two sound jounin. Pretty good at their job. In fact, they were some of the first that the Hidden Village of Sound produced. And they loved their job.
Currently, they were to kill as many civilians as possible. There first target, a cafe nearby where the invasion started. Though, they were barely in it when they sensed something wrong.
"You think they went to the exams?" Chou asked. Shoruichi shook his head.
"Nah. Somethings not right. Feels funny. Wish I knew why though." And that's when his head just exploded and Chou? He felt both wrists and his knees give out.
"You know what I like best about jounin? Most of them are so arrogant that they don't look up." Vin said from his perch on the ceiling. He dropped to the ground and approached Chou.
"Now, I'm gonna be as civil as I can when I ask this... but what the fuck is going on?" Chou looked at him and then turned away.
"Oh. I see. Brainwashing is working. Alright, I'll spill... see the blood bleeding from the stumps that were your hands and shins? It's tainted black. I also shot you in the damn liver. Your going to die. Painfully. And slowly. So, I'll deal with you. Answer my questions... and I'll put you outta your misery."
Chou thought about it for a few moments. It was hurting and if the man in the fine slate grey suit with blood red pinstripes was right, he was dying. Painfully. He did what he thought was best for himself. He spilled.
"Hmmm... interesting." Vin said, heading to the door.
"Hey!" Chou shouted. "What the hell! You said you'd kill me! That I'm gonna die painfully and slowly!" He was... scared.
"Yeah. Hope that works out for ya." And with that, the senshi walked out of the building. "Time for my favorite past time. Ninja shootin'."
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It was a long time coming. This invasion. And the sandnins knew it. What with Gaara off fighting Sasuke somewhere and Orochimaru fighting the Third Hokage, it was only a matter of time before they wiped this place off the map. Still, there was something in the air. The smell of blood and gunpowder. It was always there, since they started... but it seemed to waft differently now. It's ebb and flowed changed enough to become less of a product of battle... and more of the harbinger of death.
This particular group realized that when their leader suddenly dropped... a perfect, round, red hole situated between her eyes.
She was shot.
Still, there were still 9 of them. Who ever did that chose to die in a most violent manner.
That's when it dropped in the middle of them. A man... wearing a fine slate grey silk suit with blood red pinstripes... and a white noh mask giving a cracked impression.
Some of the older ones recognized him. Some of the younger ones thought he was a myth. All of them reacted the same when they attacked.
It wasn't a long fight, nor was it spectacular. The man curled and dodged as kunai and shuriken and senbon were thrown at him... he twisted and blocked ninjato and katana that were brought to bear on him.
With each movement, his guns barked in anger. In thirty seconds, he defeated 9 highly trained sandnins.
Not a scratch.
The sound of hurried footfalls distracted him. More sandnin. They shouted. He ran. They gave chase.
He must have lost his way at some point, turning down a dead end alley. He ran all the way down to the wall... first step up... second step up... push off back.
Time slowed for those two sandnins as the assassin passed through them. At the head... he pulled the trigger.
Bang.
Count just reached 13. Grinning behind his mask, Vin jumped onto the wall... then bounded till the other side. Repeating until he was at the roofs. Hadn't lost his touch in the few years of his retirement.
And there was a long day of killin' ahead.
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Some times, he should have just stayed in bed. Or at least just defended his home. But no. He had to get up in the old working clothes and go a-huntin'. It was no surprise that after the invasion was chased off (which, unfortunately, resulted in the death of Old Man Sarutobi), that the ANBU would be looking into reports of a senshi taking on Sand and Sound ninja. When they found him, he was too exhausted at that point to put up much of a fight and found himself at the mercy of the Konoha council.
Not much of an impression, he was, shackeled, wrapped in chains, and forcibly thrown to the floor. When his face hit the ground, he felt his nose crunch. Soon as he could, that needed to be reset.
"So... the famous Vin DuKair. In our own village. In our midst." The head of the council started. "Anything to say for yourself?"
"Yeah. I think I broke my nose..."
"Good. Now... you are wanted by Konoha. And we have ways of dealing with threats such as you." The head started. Vin interrupted.
"I'm also wanted by the shogun of Fire Country. I'm pretty sure he gets first picks at executing guys like me. And I'm pretty sure that he won't be happy when he finds out that he didn't." Vin, always the comedian. He was practically on the gallows and he was making jokes. "On the other hand, I can only be killed once so you guys probably want to do it. Can't say I don't blame ya. I'd want to kill you all personally as well."
He wasn't helping his case.
And he had to smile as he heard them bicker and banter.
"So you are not afraid to die?" He was asked. He nodded. "Then your punishment for all the deeds you have done against Konoha is death. However!" This would probably be good. "For your help in the defense of the village, we will grant you mercy. You will not die. You will be put on payroll as it is. Doing missions for the village."
You could hear his heart drop. "Or you sure you guys don't want to kill me? Technically I'm retired." He got resounding silence and they explained what was to happen.
"Upon the appointment of a new hokage, you will report to them. They will assign you specialized missions that only a man of your caliber can handle. Upon completion, you will be paid, to which you will immediately donate to the Konoha Widows and Orphans Fund. As you have a civilian identity that we can't begin to fathom, any money you make under that, will be yours. Your identity will only be known by yourself and the hokage. Do you understand?" Vin nodded.
"So basically, your saying that your not killing me, but instead using me as your own gun. Fine. I can live with that. Just as long as rule two is followed: No kids." The council murmured.
"I'm sure that any mission that you are sent on... killing kids will be the least of your worries. And your free to go." With that, his chains were removed and Vin was escorted out and away.
He made sure to sneak into a secluded alley, and change his clothes. His shop was probably such a mess.