This is not for your eyes to see

[shunshinoshishi]

Who: Uchiha Shisui shunshinoshishi , Oyama Ami thelittleprincess , and Adela Milani abileunaspada
When: April 21st
Where: Between Konoha and the Land of Tea
Notes: MISSION POST! 'Konoha is being contracted for a B-rank in the land of Tea by a merchant caravan.' You know how they always start out as B-rank missions--


He'd thought this was the perfect opportunity to allow Ami some experience. Perhaps diving into a B-rank mission was a little too ambitious, but Shisui had a feeling that it was more of a C-rank than anything. A mission fluffed up to make it look important. Plus, the Milani kunoichi would be joining them this time. He was a tad nervous about spending more than a week in her company, though, especially after that run in the other day when he'd been reeking manly B.O. Definitely not something he was proud of, obviously, and he'd hoped to make it up to her. Perhaps prove her otherwise. Subtly, of course-- That he didn't smell so awful on a normal day. He had a reputation to protect--!

But now with him going on a two-week long mission with her, which didn't guarantee bath-time in between-- it only meant that proving himself was going to be quite the ordeal. So he'd showered twice today to make up for it. 

Standing by the gates of Konoha, Shisui waited for the rest of the team to gather at the allocated spot, cautiously sniffing himself while he waited. 

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[thelittleprincess]

It took a couple seconds for the words to sink in, and one of her hands moved from his shirt to his wrist—to the ribbon wrapped there. Her ribbon. he had found it, and found her, and...and Adela was right, nobody but the bad guys were hurt, not really, and...and she was okay.

She was okay.

Ami took a few deep, shuddering breaths, and at length, the sobs abated. The odd tear trickled out, because the remaining drugs in her system didn't make it easy to bottle things away, but she was better. Calmer. Still totally disinclined to let go of her teacher, twelve-year-old dignity be damned, but no longer in the throws of hysterical relief.

"Okay." It was a mumble, but it gained strength as she repeated it. "O-...okay. Yes the—other people who were in b-boxes should get help too. And—they'll suffer, won't they? The bad people. They'll suffer for doing this...right?"

[shunshinoshishi]

"Yes. They'll suffer." I'll see to it that they do, even if the law might not agree with me. He sends Adela this look when she basically instructs him not to kill them again. Shisui may be relieved, but he was far from calm; a month's worth of issues having piled up to create a twisting vortex inside him that just wouldn't still. "Hn. We'll let the local authorities ensure that the civilians are sent back to their home after been given sufficient medical care."

It is then that he stands, Ami still in his arms. It didn't look like she wanted to let go yet. And he wasn't going to put her down if she didn't want to. "There was a woman-- She could be dead." It's spoken softly so as to not create a wave of panic among the rest of the hostages now either sitting groggily or quietly gathering around each other in circles.

Shisui's eyes move to said body, the one he'd tried giving CPR to. She'd felt just a little cold, and her fingernails were torn and fingers bleeding. Perhaps she'd died of fright, he supposes, wondering how long she had been in there.

"We have to make sure the others don't run out and start killing the kidnappers." Nobody gets to finish them but me. He could sense all of them there, struggling to get out of the earth. "Let's go. Take the victims off to a spot where they're safe; I'll round up the enemy. We need to check up on the group we left with the caravan, too."

I'll round up the enemy.

Don't you worry.

"And look for Ami's knives." A glance at his student. "Do you know if they kept it on them or put them away with other goods?" It would be good to know, in order to narrow down the search. He was hoping the blow to her head and the ordeal hadn't given her temporary selective amnesia-- That would be most inconvenient.

[abileunaspada]

"Judging them isn't our place. We'll leave that to the local law enforcement, but we'll make sure that they're put away for a long time for the things they've done with our testimonies," Adela had stiffened at the mention that one of the hostages might already be dead. Damn it... She didn't want that to be true. Maybe she was just unconscious, but Shisui would probably know better than she did. It made her sick, what these guys were doing to those people... It made her want to beat them within an inch of her life.

But, that wasn't the noble thing to do. She knew that.

"I'll check over that woman more closely and do what I can," Whether it was reviving her or identifying her corpse, she would do it. She wasn't a genin anymore, and she'd have to take on responsibilities like that, "Everyone else is going to be taken somewhere safe, and I'll make sure they get some water in them as well. There's a clean river nearby where we can give them fresh drinking water from. It's not the healthiest thing, but it's all we can do right now."

Don't kill them. Adela tried to communicate that with her eyes, knowing that no amount of damage Shisui could do would reverse what had already been done. Killing their assailants wasn't part of the mission, and doing so would make Shisui no better than a murderer - regardless of intent. That was what Adela believed. And it wouldn't help him at all, either.

[thelittleprincess]

Calling somebody 'no better than a murderer' was probably a sign that Adela would have been better suited to a life of crafting the instruments of murderers, rather than actively taking on the burden of a forehead protector and the expectations. Or maybe, it just made her a softer, kinder person at her core. She was right, perhaps, about the timing and likely wrong about the court they would be tried and probably executed, given the likely international scope of the ring, but Ami—Ami had wanted to kill the man who had beaten her down and put her in the box. She had wanted to slit his throat, and would have carved into it at the crux of the fight if her arms had just been a little longer.

But they hadn't been, and he had overpowered her.

"He has them on him," she said, clarity returning, and soft-spoken hatred overturning fear for a moment. "They weren't pretty—" She faltered slightly, frustrated and furious at remembering his words. "...they're quality, but not the type you display. So he was going to keep them."