Mission 8 (Yenn)

Mission Name: Swords, Ropes And Panties.
Mission Type: Rescue
Mission Rank: C-Rank
Mission Goal: Retrieve the women and return them back to the brothel unharmed and alive.
Take criminals into custody.
Description: The Client is an owner of a Pink House (Pleasure house), requesting Shinobi to retrieve his " pink young employees" from a rival Pink House who with the help of Yakuza have stolen the clients workers.
Retrieve them and take the criminals into custody for questioning, nobody must die.
Payment: 15,000 Ryo
Requirements: Genin+

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Tamwyn found this particular mission distasteful. Rather, he found their client distasteful. He never really approved of brothels as establishments. Although he could certainly see why people who frequent them. There just seemed something so desperate about them that he couldn’t just not feel everytime he was near one. The places reeked of perfume, stale sex, and sweat. Along with various alcoholic beverages. Still though, there were legal ones in the village. So when the owner of this one requested someone retrieve some of their workers. Tamwyn, and Yenn, were obligated to help. Sighing to himself as he stepped into the rival establishment he would move toward the front counter. Each of these places had to have a license to operate and it was required that it be easily viewed. Almost like a restaurant's food service license. Although the comparison made him sick to make.

His partner, Yenn was with him, somewhere near him as he stood in front of the desk looking at the clerk who looked at him expectantly. “Where’s your license?” Tamwyn asked him simply, which prompted the man to reach under the desk. The glint of metal that could be seen as he began to pull out the knife from below the counter would be countered by Tamwyn’s extremely well placed fist directly into the man’s nose. It would knock him out outright and multiple Yakuza would begin to come out of the woodwork, knives in hand as Tamwyn turned toward them with a sigh. “No killing..” He would say simply, reminding Yenn, although some of the thugs would laugh outwardly as they thought he was telling them they weren’t allowed to kill him or Yenn. Of course it wasn’t like Yenn needed to be told not to kill them. She preferred not to and had yet to make her own first kill yet.

[Tam 1]

They were being sent into another brothel. She didn’t understand why there were so many of them, and why they kept having to go in, get rid of the bad guys and rescue all the damsels. It was like the city didn’t have any semblance of control over their citizens and just let them run around doing whatever they pleased until some shinobi started looking for work. At least this one didn’t involve killing, she had promised that the next time that was necessary that she would do it. But she wasn’t in a rush and the longer that she could put it off the better it was by her. Unsurprisingly the brothel was a seedy place that smelled disgusting and was filled with the usual unsavory types. As she followed after Tamwyn she did her best to appear as competent backup, and was apparently not very successful at it as laughter would erupt after Tamwyn reminded her this mission wasn’t supposed to involve killing.

She hadn’t forgotten. She had been holding onto that piece of information for dear life, happy that not everyone needed murdering all the time. Something in the laughter of the Yakuza struck a nerve with her though and she would turn to face the group of thugs who fancied themselves a threat to Tamwyn. There was no mistaking that she was inexperienced with violence, but Tamwyn? Her face would twist in anger as she growled at the collected group. “How dare you.” Was all she said as she charged raiton through her hands and into the few nearest to her, her violet eyes flashing and sparking in response to her anger. She barely knew how to defend herself, probably wouldn’t in most cases, but she was filled with fury whenever someone came after Tamwyn. And apparently ‘coming after him’ also included laughing.

Well then, this was an interesting turn of events. The laughter of the men when they thought he was telling them not to kill him and Yenn would turn into cries of pain and screams of agony as Yenn took ‘great’ offense to them laughing at..him? Well wasn’t he just tickled pink. He smirked softly as she electrocuted them all and he honestly didn’t even lift a finger until the last one fell over unconscious. She had luckily left enough juice out to not kill the poor idiots outright and so each of them were just unconscious. Tamwyn would take the time to go to each room and unlock the door, and any restraints the young women inside might have on them. “You’re free now.” He would say, having an odd sense of deja vu at the whole thing “Head back to your real work place.” He would finish, finding the phrase annoying to say. He didn’t want to tell these women to go back to the other brothel. He wanted to tell them to go home, to their families, or friends, or to find a job where they wouldn’t be abused in such ways.

However that wasn’t the mission said to do. He felt himself grow a little colder inside as he considered what he was facilitating in doing this mission. He shuddered and had to suppress a desire to break something as his thoughts turned dark. How had their home come to be such a place? He hated it, he honestly did. His thoughts drifted toward the other crimes this village was guilty of. His parents' deaths at the hands of the Jashinist. The horrid abuse of his lover, Yenn. The decision of the higher ups to get involved in the Iwagakure conflict had probably led to someone assassinating Damien. Frankly his airships had been way too public for Tamwyn’s taste in the entire shit show and it had placed a target squarely on his back. Would the man still be alive if Kumogakure hadn't gotten involved in Iwagakure’s and Konohagakure’s business? He didn’t know, did he want the man alive? He was ashamed to say he also wasn’t sure. What he did know is there was a price for sticking your nose in other people’s business, and clearly Kumogakure had yet to learn it. Now that the mission was done, Tamwyn shook his head to clear his thoughts before moving to Yenn and holding her tight, taking a moment to hold her and get his head straight, his amber eyes meeting her violet ones as he calmed himself. She was his support during times like this, and he relied on her for it. “Let’s go home..” He would say softly, wanting to curl up under the covers with her and be lazy for the rest of the day.

[Tam 2]

Yenn was overcome with anger as she electrocuted the Yakuza, only barely remembering Tamwyn’s words and stopping just shy of actually killing anyone. She was mildly disturbed with how easy it would have been for her to keep channeling her lightning. Shakily she would move over to a chair and hang her head between her knees as her stomach betrayed her again. This time though it was partially due to her own actions. She had been angry because they had laughed at Tamwyn. They may have been laughing at her as well, but that wasn’t the part of it that had bothered her. She had taken personal offence to how they had treated him and that had overridden her distaste for violence. It was a terrifying thought. Of what she might be capable of if anything ever happened to him.

She could hear Tamwyn moving through the illegal brothel, unlocking doors and releasing the women that were being held here. She didn’t look up until she heard his familiar footsteps heading back in her direction. She could see the darkness in him as he moved towards her, and she would rise immediately to support him. She embraced him tightly, wishing that just her touch alone could chase away his ruminations. She knew from personal experience though that that is not always how it worked. Sometimes dark thoughts just were and they needed to pass in their own time, so she held him close to let him know she was there. She would nod and smile as he said they should go home, she wholeheartedly agreed. “Yes, lets” she said as she gave him a kiss and took his hand in hers, walking away from yet another den of sin and to the sanctuary of their home.

{Exit Thread}