Raijinslayer
Aoi Don Maquia
With the shady ninja dismissed from Yamato's yard by their supposed female leader and the arrival of Ayame Choko on the scene, Aoi was more troubled than ever realizing the potential dangers Yamato could have been confronted to. Eventually Sentou got the clown out of there and helped her depart from the general area. But Aoi quickly detached herself from her good friend as they neared her home without even saying goodbye. In her little mobile-like home, humble in both its exterior and interior, she locked everything up before taking a very needed shower. She had bloodstains all over her body, especially her hands and face. She didn't feel much in that instance, she just wanted the blood off. She showered for a good hour, the hot water taking her worries away as she sat in the middle of her tub. When enough was enough, she went to bed, face against her cushion, and let it all out.
The next morning ...
She had a rough time sleeping, waking up frequently to go to the bathroom and taking longer and longer to fall back asleep. When the sun rose and people got up for work, she had the idea of calling at least the better friends she had for a little reunion at noon. At least by doing this Yamato's safety would be confirmed. Perhaps is was a bit quick but things were not so bright and someone was after them for some reason. That and she didn't really want to be alone during this morbid time. Although she was ready much before the intended time, the bags under her eyes made it evident she was sleep deprived. About an hour before the meeting, she had taken a short nap to at least look a little more fresh, but she felt as if something was missing. Diving in the piles of junk scattered around her room, she found a box filled with random pictures, usually taken during classes she kept. Most of them were from her phone, but the quality wasn't too bad in general. Many of them had the recently deceased in them.
While she skimmed through the sources of nostalgia and anguish, she lost track of time and realized she was already quite late. A bit stressed, she backed these up in a hurry and ran out of her home. It didn't take long for her to arrive but when she did there were already a few people who had arrived. This wasn't too good, not only was her event yesterday a huge failure but now she was late. Well at least she came with someth- Pancakes. She could smell them, the soothing aroma of syrup and warm pancakes emanating from Takeshi's being. That got some stress off her mind. Now she'd usually make an entrance in this situation, but considering the circumstances, she abstained and just went with being casual. She was dressed with simple black stockings with jean shorts and a green T-shirt, nothing too flashy.
"Hey guys! I got held back!"
She said, looking as joyful as usual, but her still tired look and lack of bizarre acrobatic movement such as standing on her hands made it clear she wasn't in her usual mood. She helped herself with a pancake and a strawberry, appearing rather delighted with a thumbs up dedicated to Takeshi. Now that she was set, she placed her bag over the concrete structure their location held in its center and set right next to the bag. She then took out the box holding the pictures, however she didn't expose them quite yet.
"Okay... I don't wanna talk about the party, but I was thinking that we could maybe do something about yesterday night."
She claimed, but there wouldn't be much to say about this, so she took a deep breath before saying what was stuck in her mind at this very moment.
"I mean, if anyone knows why the hell this happened... Oh, I also brought these if you guys care or we could give those to their families after this craziness is done! What do you all think?!"
She asked, trying to appear a little optimistic about all this. She had to keep up appearances, even if what just happened made things a whole lot like credible for her person. She wasn't too hopeful though, not everyone was here yet, so this could go literally anywhere. She opened the box to display the many pictures she had taken during the highschool days.
Fujitora Choko ; The Overseer
"Drug trafficking? Yeah. Organized murder? Yeah. Assassinate a classmate a few yards away from a party filled with classmates more or less of his level? Won't buy it. Unless the kid is as bad as they say around these parts."
He had said before his sister resumed her work. He gestured his jonin to assist her, as he didn't really have his place in this investigation. Neither did she really, but her little protege was more or less involved so he'd let it slip. He grabbed a singular cig in his coat's pocket an lit it up as he placed it in his mouth. Hey it wasn't damaging the crime scene and he wouldn't discard it in the forest so nothing illegal was being done. He didn't really know what to do, there weren't many witnesses other than the chuunin and basically all of them had seen him, making his presence very official to the eyes of the local rich folks.
Before he had made his mind to finally leave, one of his subordinates had alerted him via ear phones that a group of suspects were leaving the Minamoru household and retreating East. But before any intervention would be made, they vanished before a sensor could close in on them. Well great, now he would be forced to stick around and do a report. This was going to be a long night. He turned his head to peer down at the deceased lads, their cadavers illuminated by the police team's tools, making it clear just how barbaric the suspects were in this particular case. Not only were they slippery, but also annoyingly sloppy.
The commander pretty much spent most of his night supervising the operations, more and more Jonin and special investigation shinobi milled in the area, cleaning up the party's location as they gathered evidence while keeping most of the area sealed. Both Minamoru parents were gone and the children were found farther away. Because of a lack of links between anyone and the murders, they didn't have the need or obligation to detain anyone for questioning, even less the right. Right now they needed to see what the evidence would give them and hopefully the perimeter would catch one of these fools.
After making an official statement in front of multiple locals, Fujitora made his way to his office at the Hokage's mansion. He didn't sleep at all and morning had already arrived. It wasn't unusual for him to go sleepless, but he preferred avoiding those. kicking back, he received word from one of his Jonin soldiers that Tsukiko Umene had captured someone or something. The details were not clear, but one thing was for certain: It was likely not someone of the caliber they lost at the Minamoru household. Considering their evasion techniques, simple perimeters wouldn't catch them. But sources were reliable enough to confirm there'd be a link with the recent incident.
The captain, now free from his coat, had prepared a little interrogation room for Captain Umene and her latest prey. Of course, he'd let her do all the fun stuff, but he was there to control the situation. After all, his Spiritual Message ability was useful for just such occasions. There was but one steel table with a seal blocking out chakra flows and electricity, with three chairs of the same material, one on one side, two on the other. He was waiting in the actual room, considering it much more efficient than behind tinted glass.
