Dammit Jim! - Mizuki/Kenshin

Mission:

The morning sun shone down on the black glossy hair of Mizuki Ohta as she made her way through the paved streets of Sunagakure - the village having seen large growth in everything from infrastructure, welfare, and general happiness since the rebuilding at the hands of Kazekage Kenshin - and there was no one more pleased with the direction he had taken the village than Mizuki. She still thought back on that fitful night in his old office in the morgue where she left in scene of shattering glass and ill spit words - that was the night Kai fell into a coma and not long after Amat had been attacked… that night held so many bad memories. It was however the last day she ever let her anger explode out of her like that - it also seemed to be around the same day Kenshin and her had stopped playing just a dire game of cat and mouse and instead transitioned into a dancing pair that only playfully vied to be lead. How their relationship had progressed… how differently she viewed him now than she had when she had first met ‘The Ragdoll’ - for one she knew exactly why he was referred to as that, with the threads that held his body together making him look like a poorly stitched together ragdoll from a child toybox decades abandoned. 

These were the thoughts she had as she moved through the well kept streets, watching as the children played with open happiness and mothers watched from a distance - safe in the walls even with the unconventional nature of the shinobi within the walls that now patrolled and protected. Everything had gotten new buildings or new been fixed to reflect the improved state of the village but all the old buildings had yet to be torn down - sometimes used for nefarious deeds or simply they hadn’t gotten around to it. One of those was the old hospital of which she had been tasked alongside ‘Stark’ - it was clear that doing missions with Kenshin as himself usually led to the pair getting easily side tracked; drawn to each other like magnets. Thus they had agree for a while to lay low and continue missions together as Stark outwardly which kept them at a professional distance so as not to breed suspicion in the shinobi around them - nothing worse than knowing the loved one of a powerful man… and exploiting it. The Wraith had found that out on his own and was simply lucky to have had a standing ally-ship with Kenshin or else, he may not have made it out of the walls alive. 

She pushed that day out of her head and refocused on the task at hand - they were to go through the old hospital and sort through to find any salvageable materials; bandages, sealed syringes, non expired medicines etc. Reaching the doors she paused with her hands pressed flat, just soaking in the differences from her last appearance here to now, before pushing them open with a low groan coming from the hinges. The door stuck open as she covered her mouth allowing the dust to settle as she cast her eyes around while she waited for Stark to join her.

WC 537 [x2 wc for event 1074]

Finally he had arrived, grizzled in appearance and unkempt in that oddly attractive way that had caught her attention from their first meeting. Gently she pushed herself off from where she was leaning and dusted herself off - if not to simply have something to do with her hands. Nodding at his salute she turned away from him, whenever he was in this form she thought back to the early days of her arrival in Suna and how… close they were - adding that to the interrogation room kiss it was refreshed in her memory. They had agreed on formality and she was to comply of course, taking a deep breath she waved him on with her as they moved further into the hospital's belly. “I’ll take the right wing if you want to take the left? I suspect anything deeper than the first floor will have already succumbed to the lasting effects of the humidity and rotted beyond salvage.” Overly formal maybe… but she had to be able to maintain professionalism and not taking every opportunity when they were alone to be as closely pressed to him… was for the best. 

She swept to the right wing as she had suggested, if he decided to follow her she would not argue but would double down on her resolve and focus completely on her task at hand. Her method was simple - you enter a room and go in a clockwise rotation around it searching every cupboard drawer and cabinet until the room was swept then leave the room and simply leave the door open. If the door was already open that wouldn’t sway the process she would simply widen its opening to make it more obvious that she had searched its contents. The first few rooms were filled with worthless things; pens, paperwork on deceased clients, some medical instruments that were either rusted or pathetically outdated to the tools the new hospital had that they weren’t even worth a second glance. It wasn’t until she had reached the fifth or sixth door that she started finding anything of worth - sealed emergency kits, boxes of gloves, gauze and even a few sealed hypodermic needles and their accompanying syringes. Mizuki gathered these supplies in one of the weapons pouches on her leg that was still fairly empty - moving the little weaponry in it to the fuller one on her hip. She continued her appraisal of the right wing, finding the layers of fine dust and sand to be the most annoying part of the task - wearing black did not bode well for this type of situation. Finally denoting nothing else of worth on her end she made her way back to the lobby, the path the edge of her kimono had carved into the sandy floor causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust - I’ll be washing this and hemming it when I get home. 

She would reach the lobby again, wait for him to have either followed her or met her in the same lobby, deposited her items on the counter and gave him a longing look - one that held too many unspoken words. How she hated professional formalities… it felt like she was lying to herself. “Mission accomplished… I’ll see you around Stark.” She couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Kenshin, she was all over the place lately emotionally, and her temperature on their relationship went from burning hot to icy… she could only hope he would ride them out with her until they were able to just - BE. Until then the tumultuous storm carried her out the doors and back to her home.

WC 604 [x2 wc for event 1208]
EXIT?
Will make claims if Kenshin doesn't stop my exit.

Exit Claims 
TWC 2282 and mission rewards of 4,000 ryo, 10 AP, 6 meters of bandages per participant, 2 syringe per participant [doubled from event]
44 AP Max Stat bonus
284 towards V7 Yin-Yang Release: Recurve Bow 1000/1000 previous from Dr. Green Thumb
500 words towards V7 Elemental Arrow 500/500
1498 towards Hiding in the Rain 1498/1500

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