When you do something stupid it normally costs you.
Believe it or not, there were some perks that came with being a pariah in Otogakure. For example, Yoshitsune never found himself lacking people to test his skills against. More often than not Yoshi only had to venture into the village, linger around the training grounds and usually a pack of affluent young shinobi would recognize his vibrant blue hair. Snickering to himself the blue hair'd chunin wondered who would take his bait today? It had been several weeks since he got into some diablerie, as the gossiping villagers called it. If he were lucky, then he'd even get a chance to use today's horse-play as a good workout. The chunin wasn't always this resourceful either, in the beginning of his shinobi career these situations would get the best of him. There wasn't a day that passed in the academy where he wasn't bullied, mentally or physically.
When he became a genin this had all changed….
With Sayuri's help, Yoshi began to look at the bright side of nearly everything. His treatment by his peers wasn't an exception to this either. He could vividly remember the day he had turned the tides on his tormentors, turning that illogical fear into a weapon of his own. Yoshitsune laughed as the memory played back in his mind. The children who had bullied him that day found out first hand why the adults called him mother Onibaba and Yoshitsune, Oniwaka. Some of the twerps were shocked, others were terrified, however the main culprits were downright livid. How dare he even think to raise his first to them?
To be honest, Yoshitsune thought the same thing: what had gotten into him that forced him to fight back? At the time the boy couldn't answer that question… he usually just let them get their fill of violence and they would leave. However this time was different, instead of him just taking the assault, he had fought back, giving one of the children a bloody nose. Although he didn't attribute his actions to Sayuri then, years later he'd realize that day was the day he had met Sayuri. It's safe to say the girl brought out the best… or worst in him and because of that…
Well he ended up being 'jumped' by several other genin….
Since then… Yoshitsune has become a pain in the ass for most of his peers and today would not be any different. Finding a nice spot within one of Otogakure's public parks, the mischievous Oniwaka set up a booth similar to a Lemonade stand. However, Oniwaka wasn't selling lemonade, instead the boy was selling hugs… that's right… hugs. Hopefully, it would stir up some thoughts or feelings within those who saw the stand. After all, Who would want to hug the demon child of Otogakure? And why did he have the audacity to think they would?
"Hugs here!! Is your day feeling bad? Does your dango taste like plastic? Well look no further, come get a comforting hug from yours truly"
Bullies wanted!!! This could become the beginning of a great rivalry plot.
Because of the way Otogakure was segmented, it was rare for a member of the nobility to leave the territories that belonged to those of their kind. Normally, one such as herself would show absolute no interest in these 'slums', however, having declared that she would one day become Hokage, it was time for her to become more familiar with the less... Resourceful side of the Village. While it was difficult to make the first step, the rest was sure to flow naturally. After all, was there anyone in these lands capable of resisting her charisma? As a member of the Ametsuchi's family, a mere mention of their name should be enough to have citizens groveling at her feet. She would only need to follow up with and act of kindness, something that would conceal the abysmal gap that existed between them and her, and the rest of the mission would practically complete itself on its own.[break][break]
"Hoh~?"[break][break]
Following the exclamations of a certain man, Kei would find herself moving towards the stand, drawn by the revolutionary sight of the structure. It was rather cunning all things considered: Because the owner likely didn't possess enough funds to afford a shop of his own, he had chosen to deploy it in the middle of the street, making use of elaborate makeshift tactics to pretend that it was a fair-looking business and not a poor-man's last resort. Commendable, although one had to wonder if such thing was abided by the law. Well, for now she'll grace him with her presence, see what sort of service he had to offer...[break][break]
Only to find quickly herself in a spot where she did not want to be. Hugs? Was she hearing right? Free hugs from some strange looking man? Oh, how disappointing. For once she had been excited to experience a part of the commoner's culture, yet instead she had been deceived by a horn-adorned pervert. Unfortunately, a woman like her had no time to spare on childish games like this, otherwise, she would have already unleashed her wrath on the unsuspecting vendor. At the same time, it was unfortunate that she couldn't just leave, either, as she had already approached him. To do so would strip her of the grace that had carried her so far.[break][break]
"... Hmph. You must jest: A hug from a demon such as yourself is unneeded. Let me ask of you: Why waste your breath on such a pointless task? It's clear your business is fated to be short-lived." She spoke, willing to offer the poor soul a way out in the only way she knew how. "Are you, perhaps, a failed experiment? If that is the case, you should seek work in the mountains. I am certain your strength would see better use as a miner."[break][break]
And who owned those mines? The Ametsuchi, of course.
The glares… The not so subtle expressions of disgust The hardly whispered slurs
The villagers never failed to disparage, Yoshitsune wasn't even open for ten minutes before it had begun. He couldn't understand how he was a scourge, bane of society and they were the only ones vomiting slurs. Luckily, Yoshitsune had grown a sturdy interior over the years and the passersby's insults weren't necessarily original. In the past it didn't matter what was said or who had said it, the remarks had always gotten the best of him. This particular time however, their feeble attempts did not warrant a reaction, robbing them of the satisfaction they so eagerly wanted.
"Grrr arf ARF…Blarf hmm Blarf gggrr" the boy barked at the group of villagers who had decided to try and make a mockery out of him. If anyone was going to make him the butt of a joke it would be himself. Several villagers upped their pace so as to not make eye contact, meanwhile the people he barked at tried to quickly distance themselves in fear of becoming a pariah. Just like that, Yoshitsune had started to clear the public park of its patrons, which was a feat in itself due this particular park being one of the most visited.
Not that Yoshitsune would know of this fact as he only ventures down from the mountains for official shinobi business and when running errands for Onibaba-san. If the chunin had paid more attention to the entrance of the public park, he would have stopped longer to view the statue of its benefactor. There was a plaque detailing the great contributions of the Ametsuchi family. The park itself was built to commemorate the continued mutual relationship between the Ametsuchi and Otogakure. Instead, Yoshi simply glanced at the figure before moving on to his devious plans. Then he saw her approach him… a young woman around his age if not a couple years older, walking towards him with her eyes brimming with nothing short of opprobrium.
Everyone but the woman quickly exited the park making her stand out amongst the disgruntled villagers. Although, even if she had decided to leave as well, Yoshi would have noticed her due the expensive looking clothes she wore and the fact that she looked very familiar. Not realizing that she resembled the statue at the entrance of the park. The number of people quickly dwindled until only the woman, a couple of straggling villagers and Yoshitsune were still in the public park. She would now be able to clearly see Yoshitsune's trademark blue hair and the price of what he was selling. A price that was purposefully set to an outrageous number.
"Whose Jest??" He asked genuinely, pausing so the women could explain. Of course the boy didn't know the definition of the word jest and no he wasn't joking but did have ulterior motives behind the unusual product being sold. "That's my entire sales pitch, how many people can say they have touched a hell spawn? Let alone hug one. It practically sells itself. Oh and it's a great conversation starter" the young man replied to her question. Yoshi's expression changed several times, from puzzled to eureka and then back to puzzled as he tried to place when and where he had first met her. As he still couldn't place the familiarity.
"Pfft I bet it's pretty cool being an experiment but no I'm a shinobi of the Hidden sound" he said ignoring her offer to have him work in the mines. Before she could demand more answers Yoshi tried his luck at getting some answers out of her. With luck he just might be able to convince her to buy one of his hugs.
"What about you princess? Why are you slummin' in the city in your fancy clothes? You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?
Josei Senshi or JoJo as she likes to be called was out strolling through the village. She was wearing a white button-up blouse and what appeared to be a frilly schoolgirl skirt which was being held up by a pair of suspenders, she also wore a pair of spandex shorts that come down to just over her knee, to cover her bits while she is fighting and such. She also wore black gloves with metal protectors on the back. She topped this all off with a headband that was adorned with devil horns. She decided to forgo her decorative devil tail belt today.
As she walked passed a pair she heard something that made her pause. "Hellspawn who me" Jojo smiled as she thought the boy had been referring to her "you wanna give me a hug I guess I can if you want to" she looked around and noticed the other girl there "whose the stuck up girl"‽
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