Starting an Underground Band [Yurei]

“THE SEWERS?!”
Yurei squirmed in his sandals, feeling sick to his stomach. What had Damon gotten himself into? Why the sewers of all places? The pale Uchiha as no doubt dedicated to the village, but he did value appearance and, well, aroma. Still, if the village needed him, he would be there! “Because that’s what the Hogokage would do!”
The Uchiha stripped his kimono from his shoulders, hanging it on his clothing rack. He adorned an old pair of navy blue pants and a shirt with a fish netted collar. There was no sense in soiling his nice silk kimono. The white haired Uchiha stepped outside his him, opting to not take his shoes and placing them next to the door. He stepped into the streets and looked at one of the manholes. Yurei decided to breath solely out of his mouth, refusing to take a whiff of the horrible smells below.
The thin genin inserted his hand into the metal cover, lifting it with great strain and dropping it onto the street. The boy inserted his legs into the sewers below and dropped down, splashing the murky water up into the air. “Wow. I have never been more disgusted in my life,” Yurei said, frowning in disgust. The Uchiha opened up his chakra sensory, feeling out the area for chakra signatures. There seemed to be four to the north, just at the end of his range. Four? Wasn’t Damon alone? So, there’s three assailants. Yurei quickly signed the handseals for flicker movement and activated his three tomoe Sharingan, jumping onto the circular wall and dashing forward while sideways.
“I should have done this from the beginning. These pants are ruined,” he said, scanning the area with his Sharingan. He was nearing them. Yurei’s mind raced with ideas. Had Damon engaged? Was he captured? How has he been down here for so long?
Yurei stopped in his tracks, coming to a fork in the sewers. The Uchiha scoped out the area, looking for any traces of Damon, but then he noticed something. Fresh marks alongside the left tunnel. Dust from the concrete was still present from the scratches. Yurei leaped forward, running down the tunnel. Closer and closer the chakra signatures came until the Uchiha came to a stop, now walking slowly. The albino tried to make as little noise as possible, sliding into the water and deactivating his flicker movement and surface walking. The Uchiha slowly trudged through the disgusting water, looking around, but then he saw something: light. Up ahead was a rectangular cut out designed for sewer workers. The Uchiha looked around, lowering himself deeper into the sewer water. I’m going to get so many diseases from this. I hate you Damon.
The Uchiha stared out at the group. There were three, and, behind a metal door, was a forth. This chakra signature seemed familiar. He couldn’t be sure, but that was likely Damon’s based upon both feeling and context.
The Uchiha deactivated all of his chakra abilities, hoping none of them were sensory types. He crept out of the water and onto the platform to the side, sneaking behind the gang as they bragged about capturing a shinobi. Yep. Definitely Damon.
Yurei crept to the door, finding in need of a key. The boy looked about the area and found one handing just beside the door. He looked about the floor and found a rock, taking it up and throwing it in the direction opposite to him along the sewer as a distraction. He rose, grabbing the keys, and took them up, trying desperately not to make any noise. He swiftly inserted the key into the metal lock and opened it, revealing Damon Uchiha.


WC: 612

Yurei stared at Damon with absolute hatred. His eyes were rife and brimming with both anger and disinterest for what the Uchiha had to say. “You. Do not. Get to complain,” he said slowly, clenching his teeth. “If you hadn’t gotten captured, I wouldn’t be here. And I wouldn’t smell like this.” His voice was cold and hushed. He had to refrain from slapping Damon across the face with every snarky comment and thought-up plan.
You absolute moron. How you are a chuunin is beyond me. I’m going to smell like this for weeks.

The Uchiha glared at Damon. “When I’m done with these half-baked shinobi, I’m going to make that dislocated arm look like an ant bite in comparison.” His pale eyes cut at the Uchiha as he stared at them with hateful intensity. He went on about some melting shinobi and then pointed onward.
“Oh great,” Yurei said, his eyebrows dipping. The Uchiha leapt over the two and sent the man into the cell with Yurei. “I hate you, Damon,” the pale boy said. The man picked up his bloodied face from the cement.
“Yuh lil..” he said, the anger in his voice almost tangible. These people brought down Damon? How embarrassing. Yurei glared at the man, activating his Sharingan Genjutsu. His smell sent surges of pain running through the grammatically-impaired man’s body before a swift kick smashed his face make into the ground, knocking him out cold.
Yurei grabbed the man and leaned him against the cell wall. Blood ran down his nose and lips. He was missing teeth. Great. So now he can’t speak and he has a lisp. Poor guy. Yurei thought to himself, allowing Damon to run off and do his own thing. Maybe he’ll get captured again, who knows.
The pale Uchiha looked at the sad man and thought deeply about his motivations. What had he done? Why was Damon after him? And why did he have to retreat into the sewers?
Yurei rose his hand to his chin. What would drive a man like this to committing crimes? How drastic were they? The answers were simple to think of. Nothing new. Life in the village likely got to them, as it does with many shinobi. Yurei knew now, more than ever, that both sides had their heroes and villains. It wasn’t just black and white. Shinobi and villager alike needed help and a way to understand one another. Yurei had that solution. Almost had. He was getting closer and closer to it as time went on. A genjutsu strong enough to change both villager and shinobi for the better. One that will make them understand the pain they both administer and receive.
The white Uchiha took a deep deep breath, adjusting the man’s head forward as to let the blood flow properly. He rose from his position and exited the cell, catching Damon in a fight with two other shinobi and a broken arm.
Damon’s fireball sent a man flying into the sewers, drenching his clothes and putting out the blaze. Flashy, as always. Yurei preferred more subtle ways of defeating opponents that didn’t run the risk of collapsing the area around them and the city above.
Yurei placed a chakra disc in front of his body, and, with a flick of the wrist, launched five of his kunai and another five of his shuriken into it. This was the manipulating attack blades technique Suspended in the air in front of him, Yurei gave a wave of the hand, launching all ten of the projectiles at non-vital points (147 speed, -30 RT, 50 sharpness kunai, 30 sharpness shuriken).
Should the technique be successful, the man would be sent flying back with weapons stuck in his joints and shoulders, enough to render him immobile. Yurei would sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I can’t believe you made me come here with you. And that you got captured. And that the people who captured you can barely speak. And that, of all the places in Hoshigakure, they had to come down here,” he’d say, walking over to the immobile man before gently raising his head and slamming it into the ground, knocking him out cold.
The pale Uchiha took a breath of air through his mouth, careful not to breathe through his nose. “So, Damon,” he’d say, retrieving his weapons and wiping the blood off of them with the man’s clothing. “How do you manage to get captured by three shinobi with speech impediments?” There was no snide smile, nor an arrogant relishing of this moment in Yurei’s voice or face. Instead, he was angry. Very angry. “You know, because I had to swim in the village’s waste to find you. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten a dozen or so diseases, and all when my chuunin exam is coming up! If I die before I make chuunin, I’ll kill you, Damon.”


WC: 1438

Yurei sighed, having dispatched the final shinobi. This experience had been miserable. On the bright side, however, it was good practice, if not a bit short. Still, the mission was a success. All that was left was turning these shinobi in.

In a puff of smoke, a clone of Damon appeared, conjured by the Uchiha’s jutsu. This was no ordinary cloning technique, however. Instead, the clones were tangible, and could make contact with Damon himself. Yurei had never seen such a jutsu, but it was certainly plausible. That had to be an incredibly powerful jutsu if one could create a clone of his or her self. Yurei scratched his head, watching it. The Uchiha’s arm appeared to be dislocated. That had to be painful. The clone asked the same question, albeit phrased differently, just as Yurei had thought it. Oh wow, are they psychic too? Yurei smirked, dismissing the thought with snort.

It was then that Damon revealed what had happened, and Yurei could barely contain the laughter. The Chuunin had gotten sucker punched? BY THESE PEOPLE? The pale Uchiha rolled his eyes and snickered. “You’re the best shinobi I know, Damon,” he’d say sarcastically.

 The Uchiha’s clone quickly grabbed Damon’s arm, popping it into place. Part of Yurei relished in the pain Damon was feeling. Dragging him down here to save his butt wasn’t the most alluring or easily-forgiven job.

And then Damon spoke again.

And it was a wonder Yurei didn’t kill him.

“Ha ha,” Yurei yelled, his eyebrows lowering to just over his white eyes. “You’re hilarious, Damon! I’ve never heard such a joke before,” Yurei would say, folding his arms. So, not only had Damon gotten captured, but he had gotten captured in a sea of human waste, and now he liked to joke about skin tone. Yurei resisted the urge to bonk him on the head like some sort of game. “I’d hope that you would never get smell out of your clothes, but I’d have to deal with it too, and I definitely don’t want to breathe out of my mouth every time I’m around you.”

Damon would quickly grab Yurei’s arm and lead him onward, but the Uchiha was easily able to keep up the pace, following Damon out of the sewers. The two would later break apart and return to their homes, but not after alerting the village security forces of the rogue shinobi’s location.
Walking down the street, Yurei made it his mission to avoid anyone and everyone, especially people he knew. He refused to smell the air for fear of smelling himself, and, if it was as bad as he thought it was, everyone else certainly would not like the smell him.

Upon entering his home, Yurei would take off his sandals, placing them just inside the door. His mother was off somewhere, likely asleep. Perfect. The pale Uchiha quickly rushed onward, moving through the house as he ventured to the bathroom. Taking up a massive glob a soap, the Uchiha would bathe for several hours, making it his mission to rid himself of any smell that lingered from that forsaken sewer. His clothes? They had to be burned. A shame. They were comfortable. But nothing would ever get rid of that smell on them. Maybe there was a jutsu for that. Who knows? Either way, Yurei would scrape off the charred remains into a small pile in his backyard the following morning. It felt good to be clean.

WC: 2017

[EXIT]


Requesting: 2, 000 Ryo, 5 AP, a medal of courage, and Will of the Stars (2000/2000)

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