KUMOGAKURE CHRISTMAS BONANZA [OPEN KUMO NIN]

Here it was. The big day. Christmas day, the birth of Jesus Christ himself. Akira wasn't one for the whole religion thing but he was pretty festive. And that could definitely show as a massive chakra presence was at work here. A gargantuan, almost filthy chakra presence. But not evil in any way. This chakra force wasn't threatening the village it was...Cooking.

Yes, there he was, the man himself; Akira Shinkou. Iwagakure No Sato Refugee. But today he was "The Cook." And he was about to whip up a feast. Sweat glazed his Santa hat-covered forehead as he seemed to perform a million motions a minute with every cooking ingredient and utensil he had packed within the kitchen of the Shinkou Temple. How could ONE MAN COOK SO MUCH? Perhaps the secret lied in the magical "Kiss The Cook" apron he had covering his chest and thighs.

Everything Christmas-y was being cooked up here. Whether it was turkey, pork, beef. He was cooking it up. He was working damn hard, infact a helping hand back here would be appreciated. Especially if he had to make Christmas Cake for so many guests.

That was the inside of the temple anyway. On the courtyard was a gargantuan banquet table near a massive christmas tree the size of a skyscraper, littered with beaming lights and a star which looked more like a beacon from a lighthouse when people looked at it from afar.

Lights were strung around every roof and wall of the temple along with ribbons, stockings and a lot of red.

Near the banquet table was another huge table full of alcohol and various other drinks from warm mulled wine to Jack Daniels for that one guy who really wanted to get too drunk.


How would people know about this gathering? Well, he sent letters to pretty much every village ninja, including the Kage and Disciplinary Squad members, despite never even meeting them before.

The day was a very festive day for most, but as fen had grown up with no parents, and mostly Akihana looking after him after a certain point in his life, this was not is favorite holiday, but he would be damned if he did not love food, and thats what fen could smell on the air, so he would head off in the direction of the smell, after some traveling, not to much, he arriaved at the scent creator, this man cooking in the village, Fen did not have a home address so he could not recieve any mail ,but his nose sure lead him to this spot anyways, he would look around, it would appear, other then the cook he was the first to arriave on the scene, he would find a seat, near the edge of the permiiter, and sit down, watching and waiting to see if anyone else will come along

College is quite a spectacle to the common folk, especially in Ninja villages.
Jake Fukui, owner of the Hanabi Ramen shop in Konoha is on his second year in college working on his Engineering degree in order to follow his dream of inventing a new type of civilian transport.

Most people around Kumogakure proper know him as 'The Noodle Guy' because of how often the Shinobi of Kumogakure tell loud tales of there encounters with the angry Ramen Chef and business owner.
He's lanky, fairly tall and relatively handsome, but not really much when compared to the supernatural Shinobi in the village.
He's wearing a pair of blue pants and a blue school-shirt with bronze buttons running up the front and a pair of simple shoes colored black.

All in all, a rather nondescript young man, with barely a chakra signature to speak of, purely civilian.
The look on his face could be considered one of apathy has he follows the rest of the crowd to investigate the happenings at the Shinkou Clans temple, normally he's one to avoid Shinobi affairs but the shining Christmas lights, some foreign tradition draws him over...
If the Shinobi are offering free food than he should, by rights get some of the food they've stolen from him over the years back.

This party is a good reason to show up, even if he doesn't recognize the host, he moves inside along with the crowd of civilians in order to enjoy the festivities...Do they have any punch..?

Finally, the day had came. Christmas! A day of fun and gifts and mass slaughter!....okay maybe that last part was only Puddings, seeing as Satan WAS his cousin.

"Hey! It's complicated!"

So anyway, she had gotten a invitation to a "Shinkou Temple" and why the hell should she not go? So getting to work, she had stolen a sleigh from a mall santa, borrowing said santa's trained reindeer, shoved a tomato on the leading ones, nose, then headed out to the costume shop where she got herself your run of the mill santa hat and suit before making them take off towards the shinkou temple.

"Dashing through the snow, with a knife strapped to my ass...."

she was getting closer to the temple now, the crowds were becoming rather thick.

"I've got a nasty plan! For Christmas in Iraq!"

"Where the fuck is Iraq?"

"Oh it's a great place...I'll tell you all about it some day."

"I got through checkpoint A, but not through checkpoint B! Cause thats when I got in the ass by the Kumo military!"

Death count. 10 squirrels, 7 birds and a raccoon. Also several civilians almost as she rammed her way into the shinkou temple through the crowd.

"HO HO HO MOTHERFUCKERS!"

At this point of course one of her reindeers would trip and everything would collapse, sending her flying into the alcohol table, like a boss.

Akira was whipping up some serious grub in the kitchen, until he heard the audible sound of something smashing in the distance. ALREADY? The whole thing had barely started and someone somewhere managed to fuck something up.

Akira seethed and left his cooking unattended. Performing a clone jutsu and getting that one to stay in the kitchen as he made his way outside. To see...Well...He had no idea. What the hell actually happened here? He could see reindeer, a sleigh? And some kid who had completely messed up the Alcohol Table. That was pretty much the most expensive part! Did she know how much aged Cognac cost? Did she know how much time it took for him to order drinks that the Kage liked?



"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!?" He barked at the kid, visibly pretty annoyed at all the alcohol that was now swamping up the courtyard.

Fen had noticed the crowd grow a rather large rate at this point, then he saw the crash, and then next thing he knew was the person he saw cooking, come out and start yelling and screaming at the girl who took out the alchol table, not like fen cared, he was not old enough for it, so he would just shrug it off as he continued his little sit on the edge of the permitter

---2 Weeks Prior---

"I wonder what these do..." Hanako muttered as she looked upon a bottle of pills. 'Level Up' they read, and as they had no warnings or requirements to take them.... Oh well! She popped five in her mouth.

LEVEL UP.

Hanako was now physically 17. And her clothes didn't fit.

Time for shopping.

Fun.

---Current---

Hanako read over the invitation for the second time, her eyes narrowed, before shrugging. A Christmas party? Perfect! She was a bitter child, that remained true, but today was Christmas! She was sure her father would understand her taking but one outing on the town... Was it really so horrible?

--

The prior events found Hanako walking sheepishly towards the Shinkou tower, fiddling with the hems of her sweater sleeves. What kind of sweater, you ask? Why, just a soft, solid red one, complete with silky white fur trimmings about the sleeves and wide collar. Meanwhile, her pants were simple - white skinny jeans with a black belt - as were her shoes - black knee-high heeled boots. All in all, with the Santa hat atop her head replacing her usual, she was a sight to behold.

Hanako deftly avoided the strange scene that she walked upon, as she arrived at her destination. It was some strange man who smelled like food, screaming at a girl drenched in alcohol and surrounded by glass and broken tables. The sight sent a visible tremor through her being, pulling too many old memories to the surface, and she avoided them deftly. Instead, she scanned the other two occupants of the party, trying to figure out which one would be safest to approach - because, lets face it, Hanako wasn't a social butterfly and didn't want to be caught dead in the center of the fray with no one to talk to. After a few seconds of pondering, she easily went with the boy with red hair, and advanced shy towards him. [Fennnnnn!!!]

He seemed friendly enough, to the girl. Maybe a year younger than her current physical age, she wasn't all that afraid of him. Now, if he was a buff middle aged man - or any man more than a couple years her senior- that would have been a different story. Stopping a few feet away - a distance she decided was safe in case her judgment was wrong - Hanako managed to toss a small, "Hi.." to the boy before her. It was strange, really. In the months and months she had been away, her voice had gained a surprising strength and smoothness that she hardly felt half the time, her former common stutter lost to the wind with her ways. She really had changed a lot in the time, she may have become rather bitter, cynical and unemotional, but one thing was still the same. Hanako Subarashi was damn shy, and thus a light blush dusted her cheeks as she spoke.

A random thought entered her mind.

She would kill for some depth perception this Christmas.

Really... Seeing through one eye was beginning to get annoying... But it was better than being blind!

Hanako then wondered if, maybe, she would run into Kurokon. She really hoped she would.

[Feeeeeennnnnnnn]

This man is but a humble Ramen Chef, one that's quite overworked and very stressed from his usual work. However his restaurant is a hotspot for Shinobi and he's become quite adept at knowing when a Shinobi is about to cause trouble, so while in the group of civilians, the pattering of footsteps that are a bit quieter than everyone else, a quick glance backwards and the snatching of a small child and a cry of "INCOMING!" causes most Kumo Civilians who are quite used to this sort of thing, to dive out of the way and yank there children out of the path of the crazed Kunoichi who crashes into the table filled with alcohol..
He shakes his head and after handing the child off to it's Mother he growls and opens his mouth, only to be cut-off by another Shinobi...This causes him to pause for a moment and shake his head and frown in annoyance.

At least it's not his shop being destroyed this time around, he'll let the other Shinobi handle it.
He's not gonna let himself go off on some freaky Shinobi today! It's a holiday right?
Might as well enjoy himself while he can.

Despite being mid-rage he saw an eagle fly over the temple and towards him, holding a scroll. He took it and unraveled it and silently read what was on it. Turns out, he had a mission to do. Effective immediately. Huh, on Christmas Day? Seemed like a pain in the ass, but hey perhaps he'd get some extra cash for doing it.

He body flickered away, getting himself ready for it.

[EXIT]

So yeah....the alcohol table was ruined, kinda. Well not for long, thank you mall santa! jumping into the santa sack she would dump a ton of liquor bottles which miraculously didn't break or shatter in any way, again the mall santa magic. So the host of course had to get pissed anyway.

"FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE! NOBODY BEATS MALL SANTA!"

and then he ran away. Wow, such bravery man. So now she had nothing to do since she had crashed the sleigh already. Wait a minute, she probably hit a fuck ton of people with that sleigh. So now she had to scream like a headless chicken on top of the Santa Sack like an idiot.

"Attention everyone! It's seems that our (totally not) planned attraction has seemed to have malfunctioned! Please come forward if you have any injuries, I can fix them! Trust me, I'm a ninja!"

of course she had to make this statement totally incredible by the santa sack suddenly shifted and sending her to the ground flat on her ass with the sack crashing on top of her, but did it really matter? Cutting open the bag, she would look around to see if she had any patients. After all, Yaju would be pissed if he found out she hit a 3 year old on christmas eve.