What a Way to Start

Mission Deets:

”Alright, you two! I have some errands to run, and I won’t be back until after both of you have already headed out as well. Best of luck on your first days, speaking of which, the two of you should start getting ready for that now.” And then the door would shut with the familiar voiced fellow who was standing there now being on his way.

And that’s where the focus would begin.

Upstairs, within one of the four bedrooms, would be the more solitary of the two left within the confines of the Shimada Estate. Currently doing some general workout stuff, focusing more on legs and core over upper body and arms, was Hiro Shimada. Blaring in his headphones, not even hearing that his creator had already left, was a rather different sound though. In a sly juxtapositioning to the more gruff exterior of the lad, he was listening to something more pop-like. It was still EDM, but more akin to house music instead of riddim. However, even without fully hearing this, he’d still feel the slight stress within Hiroki as he was now considered to be at an active pace which would give an indication of the situation. So, finishing the last set of push-ups he was on (one-handed ones obviously), throwing on a shirt over his sweaty torso, he’d quickly head downstairs to keep an eye on the little one.

Ah, just where Roki left you. Perfect.

Upon getting to the base of them and into view of the dining room, seated at the table still eating breakfast was the other living clone. The yin to Hiro’s yang, if you will. Was Ki Shimada. An enigmatic wild card if the phrase were ever a person, hence the guardian’s rush to make sure everything was right almost immediately after the main man’s departure. But luckily enough, the kiddo was just chilling, currently scrounging down a bowl of some off-brand cereal; Choco Tufts. Wearing just a plain white tee shirt and black shorts, he was already ready to go once the meal was finished. Sighing in relief that things were at least going smoothly this morning, all Hiro would do was brace for the day now. Having already received the missive from the Kage, there was…well a…a lot to be done apparently to say the very least. At least it would be enough to keep busy. Before they’d head out, the young Beast of Mercy would giggle as the Beast of Burden had already prowled his way towards the door. ”Silly! Don’t forget to eat your breakfast!” Pointing to a bowl that had apparently been sitting on the table this entire time.

And there would only be a sigh. This serves as a reminder to never have kids of my own.

It would only be about 30 minutes later, at the approximate meeting time, would both of them finally arrive at the scheduled rendezvous point. Some others had also received word of what needed to be done throughout the village, and given the extraneous nature of the amount of what needed to be finished, the help was largely appreciated. All it boiled down to was, who, exactly. No names were given, just the simple time and place. In true shinobi fashion though, the others had yet to make their appearances in front of the main training grounds. No doubt though, if Hiro had managed to scoop up Ki and carry him on his shoulder all the way there in such a short amount of time, the others would be able to do the same. The only problem would be, if they hadn’t left already.

WC: 605

Making his way downtown comes the red head himself. He strides with his walkman in his pocket and his bright orange earmuffs on his head, listening to the Village People's Macho Man as he moves like no one's business. Come to think of it, no one's seen this guy for... A few months at least, and he looks a hell of a lot different. He's taller and more muscular for one, but he even looks older from what it seems. His chin is sharp and his hair is put up in a pompadour, he has an aura of confidence and coolness. It couldn't have been that long, could it? The last anyone heard of him, he was doing some unorthodox "experiments" in the medical facility.

Anyway, he'd be arriving on time as anyone close to Goro knows, he doesn't have much of a life outside of his duties. Upon arriving, he'd greet everyone with a simple "Yo."

WC: 157

The morning had just begun and already the day had been bustling. The other night proved to be a success and now there had been two bodies living in this home. Downstairs the Mad Medic himself had been flipping pancakes and blasting some rather annoying but catchy music, and upstairs had been the new blood. The son of the Medic. The Blue Dragon. Aoiryu. He was still getting used to an existence that was less than 12 hours, but he had become accustomed to things due to his father's memories. As he stood there in the mirror he would adjust the green eye mask/headband from his eyes to show the truly unique form of his eyes. The coal coloring of his eyes were interesting but what stood out were the golden cross shaped pupils that he had. Maybe this was why his father had named him as such. As he finished getting dressed he would tie his blue hoodie across his waist to finish his attire. White shirt. Blue pants. Red boxing or training shoes with white laces. The look had been completed and he would begin to head down the stairs just when he had heard Mukuro call out for breakfast. As he got into the kitchen he would take one of the chairs and spin it on one of the back legs before sitting down backward and smiling," Judging from the memories I have you only do this when you are in a good mood old man...so what is the occasion?," to which Mukuro would turn around silently and throw a pancake at the face of the dragon. A smug smile would soon follow as he turned the music down and sat down with the food," Well smartass you are the occasion. Now shut up and eat you're going out on a mission patrol today to make friends and make new experiences," were the only words the Medic exchanged before he began to stuff his face with food.

Around an hour later the duo could be seen walking around the area and immediately the difference between the two could be seen. Mukuro's white hair and Aoiryu's brownish spiky hair. The moderately clothed Aoiryu and the...well only wearing pants and a pair of shoes Mukuro. The only similarity one could pin between them were the hoodies that were tied around their waists. The two would be the last to get to the location but after Mukuro saw two of the participants he would hold a bemused smirk on his face," Well it seems its kids day out. Where's your old man?," referring to Hiroki to both of the other living clones. He wouldn't really stick around too long for a long response but he would pat Aoiryu on the head and ruffle his hair," Behave and make friends i'll meet you back here before sundown," turning on his heels he would throw up a peace sign before disappearing into the crowd of people.

Now turning to face the other three he would shrug and shove his hands into his pockets," Well i guess its just us four. I'm Aoiryu. I guess you can tell that was my dad. So. What are we getting into today?," he would ask not knowing what came from doing these...missions just yet.

578 WC

Hiro's posture would speak for itself and the energy he carried.

While there was no semblance of any visible slouching, the poise with how he leaned against the wall, eyes striking downward, and arms folded inwards would indicate there was a slight closed-off aura to him. Cold? Assuredly; he was starting to become...impatient to say the least as the minutes would tarry away, and the only form of entertainment, or "entertainment" in this case, was that of his the outright chaotically energetic younger brother. Speaking of, young Ki would simply be pacing back and forth while doing a little waddle, exactly like how a penguin would do it. There was an attempt by the tyke to make penguin noises, but the emphasis there being on the word attempt. It moreso just came out as a horrendous cacophony of ear-splitting squawks.

But, soon enough, lo and behold. Hiro would be saved. Somewhat?

The first arrival, wouldn't indicate this. To the older of the two standing there at least. While he would simply say nod his head at the kid, Ki would actually speak up upon the red head's arrival. Promptly quieting down a bit when he'd actually realize there was someone else there. Abruptly, the waddle too would come to a halt. Blue hair would slide off to the left as his head slowly cocked in confusion at the sight of him. And then. An index finger would raise, and point...at the man's hair... "Broooooottthhhhhhheeeeeeer!!! That dude has funny hair like me!" Then there would be an outcry of laughter bubbling from his mouth, childish in both tone and context of the situation. But any tension would be unpredictably cut as through the laughter, the slight inkling of words could be made "That's...so...cool!"

Now came the somewhat part.

Up would walk two more people. Which initially, did strike as relatively odd as the beast of burden would glance over at the sound of incoming footsteps, seeing as how mission groups were limited to four. But not much thought besides that was given. Both would be dressed relatively similarly, and the clear adult, was one that Hiro had already met. "Mukuro...thank Raijin and Fuijin you're her-" However, when he would blink upon finally standing straight up, he would be re-greeted with the sight of that same man hastily walking away. To which he'd audibly sigh, a visible drop of sweat forming at his left temple, before streaking downwards across his face. Tsk, why do I always get stuck with the little ones. However, it would appear from the way Mukuro's body double greeted the lot of them, at least one of them would be level headed.

"Right, so, looks like I'll be taking lead then. The name's Hiro. This is-"

"Hiiiiii! I'm Ki. Get it! Together we make Hiro-Ki. That's our other brother's name! He's not here right now though, off away on other business as he said."

"That would be correct, thank you so much for that observation, little one." His tone would be polite, but biting. Sarcastic in a sense. But then he'd continue. "The missive here states we have a pretty jam packed day today unfortunately. Much of it, simple work that we can get done with relative ease. In no particular order that we have to complete them, they are tree removal, debt collection, 2 construction projects, a demolition, and a 'shopping supervisor'. Whatever that means. I'll let yall decide which we do first."

WC: 576
TWC: 1181

With a curious expression etched across his face, Goro reached up, gently pressing his palm to his own forehead, attempting to discern any disparities between himself and the unfamiliar Hyuga behind his back. He spared a moment to idly measure their respective heights, his red hair contrasting with the brown of his comrade. Inadvertently, a crimson droplet, resembling the deep hue of freshly spilled blood, flicked off his hand, landing discreetly on the back of Zack's head. He remains still for a moment as if time had stopped, his hand gleaming from the light reflecting off the viscous and eerie liquid it is doused in, before trying to play it off as if he didn't just do that. He brings his left hand to his mouth, about to lick it off before realizing it's a bit improper in public. He wipes it off on his apron instead, adding to the many ambiguous stains it is coated in before muttering, "Whoops..." Speaking of which, his apron is fitted with many tools from scissors, scalpels, hammers, etcetera which makes it hard to tell if he works as a doctor, carpenter, or blacksmith. He'd give a toothy yet awkward grimace before using his right hand, fitted with a leather glove covered in soot, and taking Zack's hand and shaking aggressively before declaring; "Goro."

He'd turn his attention to gaze at the twins, as far as he can tell. Their quip about his hair prompted him to produce a hand mirror from one of the many concealed pockets of his apron. He meticulously examined his hair from various angles, ensuring that not a single strand was out of place. Finally, he focused on his own reflection, conjuring a radiant smile that seemed to emit a glint of silvery charm. He puts the mirror down before tuning in on their conversation. "Hm? Oh, Jiji has siblings? Your parents must not have been feeling too imaginative when they named you. So, Hiro, how old are you, 40?" He'd say, smirking at Hiro, obviously teasing him for being sarcastic, though in more of a playful manner. He'd stretch his back and arms before "Well I think we might even be able to kill a few birds with one bullet if we try hard enough. Drop the tree on the building we need broke. He'd propose, nodding to himself sagely.

WC: 392
TWC: 549