~ Renewed History ~ [Part 2]{Hayabusa|Yukimura}

The day had gone by, as Hayabusa had sat home while everyone else had been out, constructing the puppet parts that he had already purchased. Today was the final day the puppet shop was going to be open, so getting to the mission stand and starting on these missions had been top priority. The moment the sun hit the peak of its height, noting it had been noon, Hayabusa had set out for the ten minute jog from his home to the front village gates, and to the mission stands.
Hayabusa felt that, because he had been growing accustomed to the ways of the Leaf, he felt it had been time to fully think as a Konoha ninja. He allowed himself to strap his weapons onto his waist and back. He grabbed the amount of money that he earned, grabbing absolutely everything that he earned. He then took off, after making sure somebody would be home. He took the only key that they had, as he figured he would make some copies for everyone to have.
Now embarking on his journey, Hayabusa left the premises and head directly to the village. After the five minutes of jogging, Hayabusa stopped, waving to those at the front gate. He began learning the layout of the village in this district, He had known exactly where he was going. As he passed Kokoro’s shop, she happened to catch a glimpse of him. She smiled, and Hayabusa waved, before continuing on to his destination. The moment he made it there, he smiled at the mission man.
“What do we have today?” he asked.
“Ay there… um…” he shuffled through the lists and showed Hayabusa six. As Hayabusa had been going through them, he had been interrupted.
“DUUUDDE!!!” a familiar voice said. It was the ‘hippie’ from the day before. “I was just coming down here to put in this mission dude… unless… you know what…” he signed the slip. “BOOM! Already done, dude. You get paid, it shows on your record, AND you get to paaaarrtaaaayyyy! Just show your ass! The party can’t stop without you, dude…” he said, patting Hayabusa on the back. Hayabuas smiled and waved.
“I’ll be there…” he said. He pointed to the ones he would be taking. “I just have to wait for my partner…” he said. He sat at the bench, just waiting..
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He released a sigh and looked at his watch. Half past one. Yukimura wasn’t one to be on time, not even for school. There was no point in trying to rush now. He was already late anyways. He moved from the side of his bed and stood up. Immediately he fell to the ground.
“Crap” he Yelled as he stood back up. After Just waking up he realized he hadn’t taken the weights off last night. It was his attempt to train while he slept. Sadly, I didn’t work. All he gained from that was feeling very heavy in the morning. He managed to put his cloths on without removing his weights. Still again yet another struggle. He wrapped his forehead with the Sanada head band that Old Lady Wan and Old Man Wan gave him when they found him. He brushed his teeth and washed his face and stretched a bit.
“Damn You look good.” He said looking at the mirror. He said nothing as he walked out of the room closing the door behind him.
“Rent.” A voice cried out from behind him. Yukimura dropped the key and turned to face an Old Woman. Yukimura was now realizing that he had a thing for Old people apparently because everywhere he went there was an Old Woman. Well, Excluding Old Lady and Old Man Wan because they weren’t really old.
“I’m sorry Miss Kiyumi, I’m on my way to go make some money right now.” He said. The woman smirked an evil grin as she began rambling on. He heard this story before. When those two Anbu guy’s brought him to the village. He decided to cut her off though it would seem very rude.
“I’m Sorry Miss Kiyumi, I have a Mission to go to today. I have training.” Yukimura said as politely as possible. The old woman smiled. (Yukimura was scared her teeth might have fallen out.)
“Oh-Kay Baby go on now.” She said shooing him off. Yukimura bowed respectfully and then ran out of the apartment complex. He leaped onto railing and from there leaped onto the roof. He looked at his watch and laughed to himself. It was two thirty. He didn’t know the man well but he seemed as if he would have a fit if ever he were late. Yukimura didn’t care at least he was getting Missions under his belt even before he were an actually Genin. And that looked very good on Resume.
He arrived at the bench where he had met the poor soul who had been in distress.
“Sorry, My whole morning was consumed by my Land lady who was talking an ear up.” He lied looking at the man with the scrolls.
“What’s my Task for today?” Yukimura asked with the upmost curiosity.

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“Good afternoon.”
Hayabusa looked at the man. He stood up and slightly bowed to him. He showed him the list of 7. He handed him all of them so that he could sign them all. The moment that he would, Hayabusa would give the one that was pre signed by the man he met the night before back to the mission man. Hayabusa looked at the remaining 6. Two of them he kept for himself, and the other four he had given to his partner, Yukimura, to look at.
“The one that requires us walking the daimyo’s dog… we’ll do that one together. It doesn’t have to be until three thirty, so we have some time.” Hayabusa took a piece of paper and wrote down the address, letting Yukimura keep the slip. “We’ll meet there at three twenty, she to be punctual.” He looked at the two in which he had. One of them was labeled ‘target practice’ where he would be a moving target and people would have to try to hit him. It was martyr-like, but Hayabusa would go through with it just for fun. The other was to make a delivery of goods from one place to another. Seemed easy enough, except little did Hayabusa know that most people would take the long way from point A to point B. The short cut had been dangerous territory, therefore, Hayabusa would be in for a huge surprise during that mission.
“Alright… I’ll see you in a little while…” Hayabusa said, as he turned and began to walk to his first destination; to be a human target… one that Hayabusa would try everything in his power NOT to be hit…
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Yukimura didn’t know whether to be grateful or worried. For the most part his part his partner had been pretty relaxed because he hadn’t mention anything about the time. He figure that his partner must had had a usual tendency to deal with people messing up with his schedule. Though one thing was for sure, He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had somehow met this boy before. Yet from where he didn’t know. He decided not to let it bother him. If he did he wouldn’t be able to get the missions done in time. He closed his eyes and took a breather. He looked at the first scroll and shrugged. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be. He was close to Hayabusa though he was going to be inside the academy. The Mission was simple. He was to watch the kids for about thirty minutes while the Chunin teacher would be watching his wife give birth. He arrived at the academy and opened the door. There the Chunin teacher was excited to get himself out of the room. It looked like he was more excited to get away from the Kids.
“Good Luck, I’ll be back in about thirty Minutes.” He said with a smile while also handing him the instructions on the piece of paper. Once the man left Yukimura took a quick look at the papers then another look at the kids who seemed to be bored out of his mind. He looked at the papers and shrugged. He ripped the papers up and looked at the man.
“Uh Listen Up, The Paper said that we have to do book work. But I’m not really feeling that Idea. So let’s go out for recess.” He said with a smile. The kids all suddenly were filled with Life. He escorted them outside of the room and onto the playground and for about thirty minutes the kids ran around antagonizing each other. Yukimura got a few laughs here and there but eventually the Chunin arrived.
“A baby boy.” He said illuminated ignorant to the fact that Yukimura ignored the instructions written on the paper he had written. In all honesty Yukimura really didn’t care. He just wanted to get over with his next mission.
He got the man to sign the mission scroll and then looked at what was in his hands. It was the mission he was going to dread.
“Who request stuff like this?” He said to himself as he walked to the location of his next mission. He arrived at the Sarutobi complex and looked around. He came to a woman who was dusting dirt… off of the ground. He dared not say anything because the sense in it failed to appeal to him. He smiled and bowed respectful.
“Miss Ayami?” He asked respectfully. She turned to him and nodded. The woman turned her attention to Yukimura and shook her head but bowed respectfully.
“I’m not her. But the mission is here” She responded with a smile. She went into the house and came out with a rubber garment, rubber gloves,, a face mask, a broom and a pan with a large paper bag. He equipped the garments and walked over to the back of the garden he quickly tied the mask tighter around his face. The place reeked and it was his job to find out where mess was coming from. After about an hour of searching he finally found the source of the problems though he wasn’t ready to hand the situation just yet. He looked at the back that was given to him to take care of the problem. Instead of using the bag for the problem he used the bag to holster his own vomit.
“You have a very light stomach young man.”
“Yeah and shit comes in all forms of shapes and sizes” He said being sarcastic. He turned to face the problem one more time but then quickly turned back to the back and vomited some more. After about an hour of slaving away at the mound of poop left by some unknown source he collected the bag and observed it.
“About 70% Vomit and thirty percent Shit” he said to himself. He threw the bag away in the clan’s dumpester and returned at the address to get the woman to signed it. When she did she looked at him with a confused look.
“You don’t have on a village headband. Who are you?” She asked. Yukimura said nothing as he turned away. He was going to keep his silence when a man appeared in front of him.
“The woman asked who are you and I would like to know as well.” He looked up at the man.
“Sanada ‘Senju’ Yukimura” He said. Yukimura was quite surprised at himself. He never answered like that and much less didn’t even know who the Senju were. He decided he would ask his partner about it and then later do his research on it himself. He left the Sarutobi complex and found arrived at the place of his final mission. He quickly finished it with ease and then got the client to sign the paper. He looked at the three missions he had just completed in rapid success and looked at the time. Seeing as how he now had money he would go out and go order some food.
After about an hour he looked at his watched and shrugged.
“It’s four O’clock. My partner won’t mind that I’m getting something to eat.” He said with a smile. As he continued on stalling for time. Soon he looked at his watch again and thirty minutes had turned into an Hour. He laughed it off to himself stood up and left money on the table to pay for his food. He rung the bell to let the store owner know he was leaving and quickly took off running in the direction of the Daimiyo’s house.
“Ah he’ll survive.”

[1000 Words]

Hayabusa walked into what seemed to be a moderately populated area, but with teenagers. He had never been in this part of town before. This village had a lot more exploring to be done before he could walk around without a map.
Looking around, after he met his destination, Hayabusa had come to stop at a field that was meant for target practice. There had been what seemed to be semi-trained students there. But, these students seemed not be that of the Shinobi persuasion. Hayabusa’s eyebrows rose as he pondered on what this was.
One man, with a piece of wheat in his mouth and a scruffy beard walked up to him. Chewing on the wheat for a while, he spit it off to the side. Hayabusa rose his right eyebrow.
“Can I… help you…” he said, pausing in between to size Hayabusa up. “You the guy?”
“The guy?”
“Yea… the guy. The chicken running with its head cut off.”
“That guy? Uh…” Hayabusa pulled up the ticket that proved his contract with the mission.
“AH! You’re the guy…” he took Hayabusa by the arm and pushed him into the field in which they were shooting targets. Hayabusa rose his eyebrow.
“Wait… the hell?”
“This is what you signed for friend…” he smirked. Hayabusa looked around. There had been ood left on this field. He sighed. “All you ave to do is take a hit… or dodge fifteen arrow. Three per competitor…” he said. Five mean stepped up to the boundary. He turned and walked to the furthest end of the field and turned. “READY!!!!” he heard from afar. Hayabusa raised his hand to cue that they were able to shoot at him. After a paused moment, Hayabusa could see five arrows coming at him at the same time, all at different heights. The first fell 5 feet from Hayabusa’s right. Two of the others hit each other. The other two came at Hayabusa at different heights. One, aimed more at his right side, came straight. Hayabusa used his left foot, putting it over his right, and rotating as he let the arrow pass him by. The next did the same to the left side, so Hayabusa stopped and shifted momentum, twisting in the same way. He began to get flanked, as he kept count of the arrows hurdling towards him. He jumped, moved into a dodge, strafed both direction, as if he were dancing to different rhythms fluently and somehow simultaneously. He continued to dodge this onslaught before the man yelled he was done.
“THAT’S IT!” he yelled. Hayabusa recollected his memory well though. He only counted 14… Hayabusa performed a seal behind his back.
“Ok. Thanks.” Hayabusa said. He walked casually back. When he had been 10 feet away, he felt the vibe come from one of them. His arrow, the remaining of the 15, came straight to Hayabusa. Hayabusa’s body evaporated into leaves, as he reappeared behind the man. Hayabusa tapped him in the back.
“Huh…” he turned to look at Hayabusa. He smiled a smile that screamed ‘shit, you caught me…’ Hayabusa pulled up the ticket, let him sign it, and turned away, walking off without a word on the devious deed that was attempted on him.
The next mission was simply to pick up a delievery of dog food from one place to another. Hayabusa went to the store to pick up this order, and it had been 50 pounds of heavy lifting. He carried two bags over his should before he finally made it to his address. As he rang the doorbell of this house that seemed to have belonged to a rich man, Hayabusa looked around. The sun said it was nearing the time he should be meeting with Yukimura. The owner opened up
“Good evening child… AH the food…” he said. “Just place them here, please…” the man said. Hayaubsa placed them. He then handed the slip to the man to be signed. “Thank you kind sir.” He said to Hayabusa. Hayabusa bowed as he walked out of the house. He opened the map to the next place. He read the map with his head tilted for a moment. He turned around to realize that this was the house he was meant to go to. He knocked on the door.
“Did you forget something, ma boy?” he asked. Hayabusa help up the other slip.
“I apologize… I guess I am also your dog walker…” he said.
“Ah… splendid.” The man had grabbed three of his seven dogs here and leashed them up. One of them were pretty big. He was pulling away from the owner anxious to get outside. “EASY tiny…” he said. Hayabusa wanted to laugh at the contradicting names. He gave Hayabusa the leashes. “Ok, sir… where is your partner?” he asked.
“He should be here soon…” he said.
“Think you can handle them until then?”
“No problem…” he said. Hayabusa turned and began to walk.
“Give them a brisk twenty five minute walk, sir!” he yelled. Hayabusa would have waved a hand in confirmation; however, these dogs were pulling him. He had been walking for twenty minutes. There was still no sign of Yukimura. He sighed. He broke a sweat. He had neared the house to return the dogs himself…
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Yukimura waved his hand as he looked at his partner who was approaching him with the three dogs. He didn’t understand the look of his partner’s face. He wanted to say something but he didn’t know how his partner would take it. It was the second time he was late. Yukimura approached him and smiled.
“Yo, Partner sorry I’m late. I Had to go home and take a shower” he said. Then he realized the lie wasn’t good because he still smelled like shit. It wasn’t his best lie but he figured his partner would accept it. He was just as carefree as he was as far as he remembered. Nothing affected him that much. From what he could see at least.

Hayabusa simply rolled his eyes as the man came by. He walked right by him without a word and went to the front doors. He rang the doorbell and handed the owner his dogs. He slightly bowed and turned, walking away. He walked right by the man and began walking towards the mission stand. Half way there, Hayabusa stopped in his tracks, and turned, looking at the man.
“You know what… how old are you? You look like you are of age to breed if you wanted. Maybe old enough to step into a bar for some sake. I know nothing about your life but…” he looked him up and down before chuckling. “Friend… you lack punctuality, and with that, I can assume that if you can’t make a clear deadline, you aren’t efficient at what you do either…” Hayabusa began walking, closer to the mission stand, handing him the slips and waiting for his pay.
“You’re not even a Genin yet… you lack… a lot.” He said, before turning, beginning to walk away. “I think this partnership or whatever you call it… mutual agreement… is over, unless of course you think you can grow up and realize your responsibilities…”
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Yukimura looked at him. How dare he speak to him in such a manner he was no kid. He was seventeen. And it wasn’t his fault he wasn’t a Genin yet. He had trouble remembering before the age of 15. Maybe he was a genin before he lost his memory. He had no idea who he was and yet here this man sat judging him with some type of God-Like stature.
“Friend You have no Idea who I am. I will fight you right here and now” He yelled. He was now in Hayabusa’s face with his right index finger on Hayabusa’s chest. Anger was now consuming him. Something about this guy was bugging him. Who the hell did he think he was.

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Hayabusa looked at this man before him, in his face. Hayabusa simply smirked. Slowly and fluently, Hayabusa took his left hand and in a counter clockwise rotation, hit his wrist with the man’s hand, moving it off of him.
“And short tempered, too, it seems.” Hayabusa stood back, after catching a whiff of the man’s stench. “I’ll tell you what… there are training grounds directly north of the main gates. I’ll be there waiting, at noon, for your arrival. Your rules. Rest up, eat up… wash up… because you will need all you can get if you are to be facing me…” Hayabusa walked by him, making sure their shoulders hit. “…friend…”
Before getting too far away, he yelled…
“Don’t be late… or else there will be no rules…” he said as his final words.
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Yukimura couldn’t contain himself. He was excited but also very freighted. He had never been in a real battle before and he didn’t really want to be in one even now as they spoke. But something about this man told him he needed to go. He had to see what he was about. But first he would go to the Hospital.