[Kimura Inari]

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all hearts are open graves

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Sunrays danced across the floor, the rhythmic feel of her feet against the floor, doe brown eyes had not been disguised in red, just as her mane of fire had not been stained black as night. There was no need for disguises when the end of this mission ended with death. No enemy would know her name or her looks, all those who worked with her already did to some extent. A turtleneck of mesh grey armor was strapped to her body, her porcelain mask neatly in place, hair tied back into a low bun nestled at the base of her skull. 

Gloved hands pushed through the door after tapping in the access code in the panel. Any sun which had made it through was blocked out and she heard the familiar sounds of the facility, her colleagues muted movements, all of it reminding her that this was likely her last mission, it was a low risk one. It meant she would not be lost in battle, rather she would get to make her peace with her parents, siblings and the few friends she had. Dull eyes raised and she exchanged a nod here and there in greeting before she disappeared down the hallways, ending up at the door leading to the prisoner. 

She was let in, the world outside muted until she was done. 

It would not be her first rodeo. Her mind prepared for the strain, slipping on a new disguise, hiding the softer girl she was below her armor, mask and her duty to the village. One more door and she would be with the prisoner. A former comrade. A former shinobi of the village. Now? A thief. A traitor. Someone Inari had little mercy for, if anything, she had only anger and a sharp knife. 

"Is everything ready?" She looked to the two guards, two more would be posted in the shadows. A nod and a gesture towards the wheeled tables, various equipment ready to be put to use. A silent sigh and she pushed through the final door, her dull, doe eyes landing on the thief and traitor. "Hello"

The traitor bound and gagged, the lion closing roar tag placed on the prisoner's back, out of reach. Chains firmly locked about their wrists and ankles. She would study the former shinobi, recognition settling in her mind, but never showing through the narrow slits in her mask. A former teammate. Someone she might have called friend had she not ventured into the anbu after the genin exams...  

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[Kata]

It was tough to tell just how long had passed in the fuzziness that was the man's consciousness. He could see, feel, and hear but that was about it. The gag in his mouth prevented all but the most pained muffles and the chains shackled about his arms and legs were so tight that it rubbed his skin raw if he moved around too much. Wherever he had been taken was far from the outside world he was oh so familiar with, far from the deals he had been forced to make during his time on the lamb and while the risk of getting caught was ever present the man had hoped to hold out just a bit longer. Alas, one too many wrong moves had gotten him on the radar of the village and they had come for him swiftly. Well, they wouldn't have been suited to be ANBU if they didn't do their jobs efficiently.

It had been quite a while since he had even sniffed the air of the village but he remembered enough of his time as a shinobi to always recognize that particular armor set... and the masks. Ironic, really, that the one thing used for secrecy instantly gave their profession away. He wanted to laugh but doing so would only remind him of the past few days events. Everything hurt to varying degrees, but no matter how rough they were he wasn't going to talk. The man had made quite a few business partners during his travels, all of which prided themselves and required secrecy in their dealings.

The opening of a door would break the man's train of thought as yet another masked individual made their presence known. He guessed it was time once more for the ole song and dance. A punch here, a kick there, some harsh words, hell, maybe even a bit of compromise if they wanted to spice things up, he figured, was all in store. A brow raised as the figure spoke yet there would be no response for obvious reasons. He was curious to see what this one would bring to the table.

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all hearts are open graves

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How was she going to approach this one? He had already seen his fair share of violence. Sometimes it helped, sometimes all it did was harden their resolve. As much as she wanted to see him erased from this world, she had a task to do before he could be sent on to whatever was beyond this world. She took no joy from carving her way through a man, but it was helpful. 

She moved to remove the gag, rubbing the jaw muscles before she turned to place the gag to the side on a table. "Do you know what I am going to ask?" She would settle with her hip resting against the table, arms crossed as she observed the prisoner, noting if he tried to keep parts of himself safe. She did not have the ability to peer into his mind, but she did have a trick or two which could do a number on his mind. But first she would test the waters. See just how violent she would have to be. Or how gentle she had to be. 

If he didn't answer she would shrug it off and move to inspect the raw-looking wrists, cuffs were never comfortable... "Hm, where is the shipment headed? From where is it sent?"

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[Kata]

His eyes would remain trained on the figure as it made its way around the room as he wondered what tricks this one would try and employ to get this oh so valuable information. Well, whoever it was behind that mask was at least smart enough to recognize that they wouldn't get anywhere with the man still being gagged and he wasn't unappreciative when it was removed though it would do little good in the end. A brow raised upon hearing the question, or rather, the voice behind it: a woman. Ohoho this had gotten interesting indeed. Was their plan to try and play to his softer, emotional side? Butter him up with some smooth talking? It would be foolish of him to underestimate her and vice versa.

"Mm, the weather? Kinda hard to tell given the current conditions and all.." The man replied with a chuckle. He wanted to laugh more but the pain from other activities prevented such. It wouldn't take long for the masked woman to get down to business. He was their best --and probably only-- lead to the whereabouts of those goods and it didn't look like time was on their side for all the fluff to be cut out. "Oh, getting down to business so quickly? Well, that's a little vague but let's see if I can help. I know a shipment of cabbages was heading to this one guy who keeps getting his cart destroyed by some futon using kid with tattoos. Oh! Oh! Perhaps you mean the shipment of bison meat. I heard it's light and tasty. Any of those ring a bell?"

The man would reply with another chuckle, this one guttural in nature. He was having so much fun. Talking in circles for days wouldn't be difficult, he had done it quite a few times in his line of work to stall and save his hide and this situation was no different.

[Kimura Inari]

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It was not a process which Inari enjoyed. Compartmentalizing and the mask she wore were her best friends when it came to setting the line between Inari and Mokumokuren. Mokumokuren wasn't so quick to laugh and banter as Inari, but she was still part of Inari and with it came the ease with which she smiled. The comment on the weather would, cause her to do just that, but it would only translate as a hum filtering through the mask. As she inspected the cuffs and saw he was in a better condition than expected, she eyed the table of tools. Of course, he wasn't going to talk of his own free will, so persuasion was needed. [break][break]



"This looks uncomfortable..."[break][break]

She moved to be at the man's front, reaching a gloved hand over to press against his forehead, her own chakra reaching out and infiltrating his own, effectively putting his chakra in a loop. The jutsu was most likely the very reason she was brought in, it was also why she often spent many hours with victims or clients who had trouble remembering crucial details they needed to make the operation work. The jutsu would allow for the man to relax and recall the memories more clearly. It was the least painful way for her to get what she needed and definitely something she would prefer. [break][break]But if he refused... She would need to take off the silk gloves, so to speak, and utilize some of the simple tools on the table, to the uninitiated they could even look harmless.[break]
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"When did you last see or handle the shipment of one golden ox and several scrolls originally belonging to Aizawa Houmin?"

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NAME: Jigyaku no Jutsu [Time Reversal Technique]
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RANK: A
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CHAKRA USAGE: High [Medium Continuous]
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CLASSIFICATION: Genjutsu
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PREREQUISITES: ANBU
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HANDSEALS: 8
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TRIGGER: Touch to the Forehead (Touch)
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DESCRIPTION:
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This technique is used by the Anbu to pull out forgotten memories. After forming the needed hand seals, the Anbu will put the target into a state of reverse hypnosis, allowing them to remember details that they otherwise would not. The target will comply with interrogation, but seems to retain his or her personality while under hypnosis.


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The genjutsu effectively puts the target under the illusion that their body is experiencing a powerful sense of bliss, to where the target's body typically feels relaxed and may potentially allow the target to recollect their own memories more vividly. With the belief of total body relaxation, the expectation is that they will comply more readily with the questions asked of them of their own free will, but not ensured.]

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[Kata]

Mm, tough crowd. Most people were at least a tiny bit inquisitive when they heard about the cabbage cart or bison meat but this woman... was not impressed. So it seemed they had sprung for the big guns this time around, eh? The hard asses that lived interrogation and were brought in when the normal schmucks couldn't cut it. Well, the man was pleased to know that his silver tongue was still as sharp as ever if it illicit this kind of response, though that meant going forward there probably wasn't going to be a ton of time for laughs. The man wasn't wholly familiar with torture and interrogation, well, at least in the shinobi way, but spending time as a ninja did offer some insight on what was probably going to come next and if he were a betting man --which he was-- some kind of plan involving chakra was surely on the way.

Eyes would follow the cloaked figure as they moved to stand directly in front of him, a hand meeting little resistance as it found its way to his forehead. "Is that lavender I smell? Good to know they pay y'all well enough so you can spring for the good stuff." He'd speak mere moments before an odd sensation of relaxation washed over him, one that should not have existed for someone chained to a chair in a dimly lit room in who knew where. Alas, there was little the man could do about the state his mind was in aside from trying to keep his wits about him and wish that he had somewhere to put in that bet.

A question... a strain of the jaw to try and not answer even though the information was at the forefront of his mind just begging to be released into the world. "To... the west... at the border of... bite me!" He'd snap at the woman with bated breath. His mind was at ease against his will and his tongue was trying to follow suit, but it wasn't going to be that easy for the masked figure. No no, she'd have to try a bit harder for the good stuff, though some vital information had slipped out.

[Kimura Inari]

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Ooh, baby, it's a long way
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His comment would draw a small, almost inaudible, hum from the woman’s lips. Lavender was good, it was a small comfort for the price of bleeding her humanity close to dry. Regardless, Konoha called upon her and she answered. As any loyal shinobi must.
As he drifted into the warmth, her hand slid down the man’s face, cupping his cheek. He was doing fine, he was resisting, the feel of his jaw working against the palm of her hand. Yet the words spilt from his lips anyhow. For a moment she felt hope swell in her chest -perhaps it would not be such a long and draining session - before he fully resisted… It was a shame. Inari never enjoyed this, sure, when she could get away with simply casting genjutsu it was fine and even interesting, but… If she had to employ the tools of blade and pinching instruments.[break][break]
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And her heart sank as she retreated from the man, her hand coming to grasp a simple instrument, a pair of thongs meant for one thing. Ripping of flesh, minor bones, and this time - nails. The instrument would be spin in her hand, then she went to her prisoner. "To the west? You will need to be more specific.”[break][break]
One hand would come to grasp a finger, then the other would calmly bring the instrument to the nail, working it in place before she pinched it and started to pull it upwards. Doing her best to keep the hand still, as she worked through the rest of the nails on the hand. She would not grant him another question. She would listen if he said anything useful during the procedure.

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[Kata]

His mind was fuzzy and not the good kind that came from a few too many drinks. No, this was artificial in nature and the man didn't enjoy it one bit. Perhaps if he had continued to be a shinobi this level of interrogation wouldn't work, though if that were the case he probably wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with. However, the disillusionment that came with being a pawn of some elected official or hotty toddy feudal lord in addition to the meager pay compared to what he had been making in just a few short years of his... brokering services, made the decision all too easy.

Perhaps it was the looseness of his tongue that caused such a harsh response, or maybe the last vestiges of pride trying desperately to save face and for a moment or two it seemed to work as the woman backed away, though she would soon return with something much, much worse in tow. He could feel a finger being grasped and the pressure of some kind of tool positioning itself between flesh and nail.Fuck. In his line of business every now and then the peace needed to be kept and agreed upon deals seen through by less than savory means so the man had a little idea of what was to come next and he was not looking forward to it.

Gritted teeth and a low exclamation of pain would be the most she'd get out of him as his first finger nail was forcefully detached, though as numbers two and three came off the pain became very unpleasant. "AAAAAGH, ok ok, just chill. A grove in between two small towns not far from Kusagakure. But, if any of us don't check in for a set amount of time the shipments get moved, so it might be there it might not." He spoke through bated breath, sweat dripping from his forehead.

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The sound alone was... It was enough to put most people off. It was a far less invasive method, but it was surprisingly effective. Her eyes avoided the man as she went on with it, his grunts soon enough turned to an outburst of words. Inari stilled in her actions, pulled away and put the tool back on the table. She returned with a cool, wet cloth and wiped the man's face from the sweat, then her own fingers. Her eyes glanced at the work, then settled on him. The back of her hand came to rest against his cheek for a moment as her eyes searched his. [break][break]

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"What is the time frame?"[break][break]

Her voice was softer, she might as well have spoken to a sick child or a loved one, asking if they wanted chicken soup or a popsicle to bring down a fever... Inari didn't fancy herself a mean and evil person. She considered herself as someone who would do what was needed of her, of her village, even if it at times greatly disagreed with her.
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She had a few more questions her sentence had raised. But for now she'd work on getting the answers to these two. Of course, she hoped the fresh memory of his fingernails on the floor would be enough to keep him from being too willing to lie to her.
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[Kata]

It was really something when the shoe was on the other foot. His shinobi background had earned him a fair bit of clout in his... dealings, and even if people didn't know exactly what he could do they knew the potential and it usually kept them on the straight and narrow; well, as much as they could all things considered. But here he was, tied down in the middle of who knew where missing a literal handful of fingernails. The pain wasn't pleasant, the feeling of air hitting his now exposed and sensitive flesh wasn't pleasant, and the thought of giving up vital information on his operation wasn't pleasant.

"... You expect me to tell you all that when you just ruined my chances of being a hand model? You gotta work on your negotiating skills baby girl." The man would reply through gritted, yet oddly grinning teeth. He knew he was in a less than ideal spot and for all intents and purposes he was not going to make it out of this room, so he may as well have one last gasp of fun before all was said and done. Even on the odd chance that he was freed for giving the needed information it'd only be a matter of time until his associates figured out that their shipment had been seized because of him which... would end up less pleasant than his current situation.

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And the sass continued. It managed to both annoy her and stab at her heart. Her sense of duty won out in the end, fanning the mild annoyance into a small flame. So he wanted to poke fun at her with his cute little nicknames? She could dish out a good deal more than she had done. She'd regret it later, but it was all for the village.  [break][break] "Uhm, I think that ship sailed when you became a shinobi. None of use really have the soft and dainty hands of handmodel civilians. But... Lets eliminate all your future jobs as a handmodel, okay, babycakes?"

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She grabbed her tool from before and went to work on the other nails, pulling, denying all reaction and emotion from herself. Locked it away in a box. Compartmentalize. Survive. 

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This time, even an answer wouldn't stop her from finishing her nail-job. Only when she had ten bloody nails detached from their owner would she put the tool down and grab his face by placing both her hands on his cheeks, her grip firm to leave no room for him to avoid her gaze. "So, names? Timeframe?"

She poked, hoping he would spit it out. If he had replied during the procedure? Well, she would need a repeat just to be sure. Pain could muddle things after all and if he was lying? Well, this moment allowed him time to reconsider and give her a proper, truthful answer.  

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[Kata]

He couldn't see the woman's face but it felt like the aura had changed in the room in a matter of moments, and though she had still replied to him there was a coldness to her tone. So much for being able to joke in his last moments. If she hadn't been so hasty to rip at the remaining finger nails he would have mentioned that there were plenty of nice soaps and lotions that could revitalize even the most haggard shinobi hands, but those thoughts were quickly replaced by pain and screaming. Trying to clench his other hand only induced more pain on the already fingernail-less appendages which only served to make him focus on the current pain.

Any pleas to yield for information seemed to fall on deaf ears, or probably more accurately the woman's patience had run dry and there was no more give and take to be had... only take. Now with two hands devoid of fingernails and a throbbing sensation running through both of his hands there wasn't much left in the way of a joking attitude left in the man. He wanted the pain to be over and wasn't all too thrilled to see what would come next if he were to continue playing keep away with the information the woman wanted.

"Ok... ok... a small cove on the bank of the river between Izumizaki and Kawauchi is where we trade the shipment off, but if someone doesn't show within three days it gets moved to just outside of Hirata." The man would reply through pained breathing. His mind was still fuzzy from whatever the woman had done to him earlier yet it was still clear enough to recognize the pain his hands were in.

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Screams and grunts filled the room and it was all the disguised redhead could hear. Yet... Another melody played in her head, a tune which made it so that it was no longer she - Kimura Inari- who was doing this, causing all this, it was someone else. The same person who buried bodies, snorted drugs for the sake of the mission and gaining trust. It was a neat coping mechanism and kept her from having her spirits pushed down when she went home and about her business on her off days. Even if Kazuto said it was like trading one life for the lives in the entire village... A necessary evil. It never did sit well with her. [break][break]

Finally, the pulling ceased and the man was given some reprieve from the pain. Inari waited, not long, but she waited. Let the words match it to what he had yelled during the nail pulling. Then, she would turn on her heel and march out of the room, looking to the guards she would relay the information and ask them to take a team to check the locations and find the shipment if they could. Then, she returned to the captive. [break][break]

"Is there anything else you wish to tell me?" [break][break]
Surrendering information was definitely the best course of action, but... It was his choice. His story was ending here. She could provide him some comfort or she could create misery, fear and make death into a welcome mercy.
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[Kata]

Whatever reprieve he had gained from the woman going to relay the given information was short lived as the end of his usefulness was rapidly approaching. Things would only get worse if it turned out he was lying but that was probably the only way he'd live to see another day at this point. Alas, that hadn't been the case and while he didn't want to say a damn word to this woman the fuzziness in his head mixed with the pain from the torture made his lips all too loose. Not like it mattered anyway. The network of goods smuggling was extensive and covered almost every inch of the world so even if they were able to get their hands on this shipment it was but a drop in the bucket. The man couldn't even be made at his impending doom as he had done very similar things to others in his role and there was always the chance that he would be on the receiving end one day.

A wheezed chuckle would escape from the man as he heard the question. He had nothing else to offer, or more specifically, didn't want to offer up any more information. "If yall can't do your jobs with all that information then maybe I wasn't so wrong for finding a new line of work... though I do have a question. Any chance you guys do last meals down here? Going out on an empty stomach seems a bit inhumane, but given my current hand situation you'd probably have to feed me."

One last jab as a member of the living, or at the very least he was going out with the last laugh even if it pained him to do so.

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She returned. She asked. He jabbed at her with the only thing he had left - his words. And his request fell not on deaf ears. Inari, Mokumokuren, had never been hired to kill in cold blood, what she had initially said yes to was espionage and a possibility to further her own ability within genjutsu. Now the hands of Mokumokuren were soaked in blood. No matter how well she wore the mask or could change her appearance to fit what was needed for a mission, underneath it all she was still Kimura Inari. Dork of her class and a certified workaholic - which had killed her social life outside of work. Now... She was pretty sure she could see the end she would face. Alone and with few to miss the space she took up in this world.[break][break]

She supposed she could wait for the team to confirm the information was right. "We have time. We don't have much here, so make it something simple." She would wait on him to make up his mind. Once he had, she would go fetch it. At least if they had it. If not, she'd make him some simple soup from what they had in the kitchen available to the operatives, adding a few pieces of meat to the side from her own lunch. She wasn't going to be able to eat it after this. A pot of tea and two cups. With it she would make her return to the cell, setting up the tea and food. She would feed him, hold the cup to his lips, and all the while thoughts raced through her mind. [break][break]

She had a job to do. But did she need to be cruel? It was exhausting to always be ready to maim and squeeze the life from other life forms only to secure payment and a mission goal. The security of Konohagakure. Many innocent lives which should have been protected had been lost. [break][break]
At the end of it, when the food and drink was finished, she took a sip of tea herself. A knock on the door drew her away and a short mumbled exchange of words would inform her he had spoken the truth. Inari would go back to the prisoner, grabbing a small chair and across from the man. "More tea?"[break][break]

She asked as she reached up to slide the mask off of her face and released the jutsu coloring her hair black. The vibrant orange as stark contrast to the black. It didn't matter if he saw her face. She held her own tea cup with both hands in her lap. Not long now. And it wouldn't be. She had taken a small detour on her way to the kitchen, grabbing a small vial of poison from the stores in the base. Soon enough it'd take effect. And she'd watch. Not as Mokumokuren - protected by a mask- for Inari and Mokumokuren was the same person and if she couldn't look him in the eyes and watch as he died, as the life she took ebbed from him, then how was she sure she was human? How was she to know she had not morphed into someone who no longer considered life important? Kazuto had said all lives she took would save the lives of others but... The words helped her little to none. Even if she clung to his words, guilt still poisoned her mind and body. 

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