These are just a few things you may need to know while reading my story.

Anything in bold is what I am saying, and is not part of the story.

Italics mean the thoughts and feelings of a character, mostly Otsu.

They also show sarcastis or ironic words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, I wish I did, but I don't, so read and enjoy. Don't forget to review.

The Silent Avenger: {The Client}

Otsu had spent the majority of the day packing. The pack though is not really big; she never really carries much. Next to the small bag lay all fifty of her kunia; set in a straight line. Otsu reverently picks them up one by one, remembering the lives each had taken; some family, some murderer; and place them in her bag.

With her packing done, Otsu glances out the window; an hour until sunset. Grabbing her things, she runs out the house, and quickly travels to the rendezvous point, a small inn a quarter mile outside the borders of Konoha. She half expects to be the first to arrive, but is startled to see Shino already there, lounging against the inns entrance.

Without looking up, Shino gives a short but friendly greeting. "Good evening Otsu. Our client should be here in five or ten minutes." Otsu nods in aknowledgement and takes a seat on the bench next to him.

Time passes as the sun sinks lower and lower beyond the horizon. Finally as the last ray dips beneath the dark, grey abyss, a lone traveller appears on the road. He wears a plain brown tunic and a large basket hat covers the whole of his face. In his left hand he holds a bottle of sake, in his right a short gnarly walking stick. He makes his way slowly, stopping and surreptitiously glancing over his shoulder time and again.

He walks to the door and makes a small gesture with his hand. Shino replies in turn with a gesture of his own.

"So you are my escorts from the village hidden in the leaves. I am Musashi, the richest merchant in the land of grass."

Up close, Otsu could see the details of his once hidden face. Beneath his hat, long grey hair sways unevenly in the wind. Small beady eyes over-look his long hawk-like nose. His face, rough and weathered, ends in a stubbornly set chin.

"Well are you just going to stand there, or are you going to escort me in?"

Forcing a smile, Otsu takes his calloused hand, leading the man in. "Right this way Mr. Musashi sir." Unnoticed to her though, is Shino's brief smile cast at her receding back.

Once inside, Musashi drops his packs on the floor, and requests sake from the inn keeper. This done, he indolently flops in a corner and begins a tiresome monologue of his previous buisness ventures.

"And I told the man 'no can do'. You want to know why? I'll tell you why. He wanted three hundred per barrel! Oh, but believe me, I cheated that scoundrel. I told him I'd pay three hundred for one, and four for the rest! He didn't know I meant four not four hundred!"

He roars at his own joke, and requests more sake, groping the waitress in the process.

Otsu grits her teeth at this repulsive show; had he not been a client, he would already have a kunia protruding from his heart. She motions to Shino. Taking her cue, Shino stands up, grabs Musashi's packs and starts towards you.

"Hey! Where (hic) are you (hic) going? Why don't you stay and (hic) join us?" The drunken voice of Musashi follows from behind.

"We're just checking the rooms and dropping off the packs ." Otsu grins at Shino, he handled that well.

Once in the room though, She explodes. "How dare he! That good for nothing, he treats us like crap and now he's drunk! I swear I'll, I'll. . ."

"Otsu, calm yourself. It's just until we reach the shore of the land of waves. Try to contain yourself until then."

Otsu sighs and looks down, "Okay, but only because the mission call for it."

"Now Otsu, lets see if we can get Mr.Musashi to bed." She grins at his purposeful sarcasm and follows suit.

It is a strenuous argument, but Musashi finally concedes when you offer to let him take a whole bottle of sake to bed. This cheers him greatly, and he readily agrees. Then with a little more encouragement, he walks down the hall to his room.

There are two rooms, one for Musashi, the other to be shared by Otsu and Shino. The room is rather small with two beds crammed into the far corners of the room. A desk sits inbetween them, and a small washing basin is wedged into the unused corner.

Otsu flops down on her bed; the one next to the window, and no sooner had her head hit the pillow than she was asleep.

Okay, so I hope you review and give me a good review, I'm dying for a freakin review. Well next time we will find out a little more about you past, and what in the world do you dream about, I wonder. It will take a while to post the next one, but a few reviews could hasten the process. . . *Laughs wickedly*