Yamato Minamoru, “Young Master”
Yamato listened intently to Takeshi's rambling, about the Jashinists, the hierarchy, it didn't seem all that important for actually
finding out relevant things. Until he gave Yamato the scroll, that is. Yamato caught the scroll with 1 hand, before opening it and taking a look at what it said. It had pretty detailed info, but Yamato didn't really care. Never the less, he
did care about killing those fucks for what they did. He'd probably end up taking a detailed look at the scroll, then tossing it to either Tsukiko or Fujitora. They seemed to be the best ones to hand it off to, since Fujitora could instruct the jonin to act on it, or Tsukiko because she would be able to sniff out exactly what was in the scroll.
Also, ever since their little fights, Yamato wanted to shove more workload into her face. Anything to spite her..
He seemed pretty uninterested until Takeshi told him he couldn't get past something called
Jaakuna kami no 12 deshi, at which point Yamato rolled up the scroll and pointed at Takeshi with his free hand.
“I'll kill everyone I have to kill to destroy the fucks that abducted my sister. Don't question me!” he said with a rowdy voice, seemingly ready to kick Takeshi's ass over something so simple. He would keep his face in an angry expression, staring at Takeshi as he
randomly kicked off the head of his practice dummy. “RAH! Idiot! Get the fuck out of my backyard and leave me the fuck alone!” He quickly stepped forward a few times and raised his fist above his head, on the right side, preparing to swing at Takeshi. But at that moment..
beep beep. Yamato got distracted for a moment, clenching his teeth while he stared Takeshi in the eyes, before lowering his fist and turning around, walking to his glass sliding doors. Through them, he could see Rei sitting inside, looking at the television at some program about that lame film event that was happening.
He turned around again and faced Takeshi, taking the phone from his flak jacket before pressing the button on the top right, lighting up the screen before the message that Aoi sent him popped up.
nyse gurl!!!!!! ur gf????? (^3^) Yamato looked at the screen for a moment, wondering if Aoi really was dimwitted, dumb, or just trying really hard to be annoying. Yamato would have blocked her ages ago if it wasn't for work.. that said, it was known weeks ago that Yamato was engaged already at the young age of 16, so her question was kind of stupid. He replied, in a short manner since he didn't want to waste time on this obnoxious shithead.
No. It's my fiancé. Leave me alone and talk to that.. girl.
The last bit sounded a bit rude in regards to Akio, but Yamato didn't even know her name so he didn't feel any reason to be nice about her. After that he'd look at Takeshi a moment before yelling at him, too.
“What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out!” As soon as Takeshi cleared out, however, Yamato would put on his flak jacket again and pick up the scroll he had gotten from him, pocketing it quickly before headed out. He knew exactly who to give this to.
Jumping over the rooftops of Downtown, headed for Tsukiko's house. He only really knew where that was due to the fact that she lived close to the Mighty Naruto, so he had seen her walk by a few times. As soon as he was nearby, he landed on a rooftop, standing straight up and looking at her door. He was about to head down there to knock on it, but she was leaving the house as it seemed. Not wanting to interrupt her just yet, he decided to follow her. Strangely enough she was wearing merely a white shirt and some jeans, as well as sneakers. Not the traditional Tsukiko outfit, but.. oh well. Yamato would follow her along the rooftops, realizing fully well that Tsukiko must realize he's there. She was a shinobi, and not a bad one either (although, that depended on whom you asked.) so she had to have sensed him at least. When she'd reach the supermarket, Yamato would finally come down, jumping down in front of her, before standing up straight again and looking at Tsukiko.
“Yo, Tsukiko-chan.” he'd open, looking serious as ever. He would put one hand in his flak jacket's pocket, the other at his side. He'd look her up and down for a few moments, looking at her apparel, before finally commenting what Tsukiko must've imagined he'd say.
“That's.. nice clothes.. you look like a school-mom, guess that's what you're going for..” Well, it wasn't ugly, but Yamato wasn't one to care much for the appearance of it, more so just how unpractical those clothes must be. Anyway..
“I've got a present for you.” he'd say in a cool fashion, leaving Tsukiko to wonder just what exactly he meant with this, or what this 'present' entailed. Yamato would block the way to the supermarket, too, so unless she wanted to brutally move the boy aside and force his rage to protrude again, she'd have to listen or walk away without cereal and milk.
“Here, have this.” Following his words, he took the scroll from his flak jackets' pocket and tossed it up, and then caught it, similar to what Tsukiko had done during their mission. Except now Yamato would catch it, and toss it up again with a slight arc so that it would head to Tsukiko. After saddling her up with the job to figure out who to give that too, Yamato would shrug at her clothes once more and turn around, walking away before jumping off onto the rooftops and heading back to his house.
“School-mom looking bitch..” he mouthed to himself, satisfied with this little revenge for attempting to stop him during the fight with Kusaru.
