Gintama | RP

"I don't know what you're talking about," Xena snapped, a scowl on her face. Her teeth clenched as he stepped on her wounded leg. She honestly didn't know how she was going to get out of this one.
 
"tell me what did the man that you where going to kill do for a living" kiro said pressing down on her leg even more, his eyes blank like that of someone who was ready to kill someone
 
"He made the head of a weapons manufacturing plant. He stole his own equipment, made it look like a robbery, then sold them to other countries, who have only used them to kill our soldiers. I don't know how someone found out, but they wanted him dead. And quite frankly, I wouldn't be to sad to see him go myself."
 
Kruik was talking as Delilah helped, and although she paid no mind to the crazy barkeep she looked back at him when he called out to her. As a thanks to her services, he put money down on the counter for her; lamenting that he liked to repay good deeds.


After the final set of tables was righted, she approached the counter cautiously and grabbed the bill, surprised it was such a high amount. It was her first time seeing such a bill in fact, and held it up to check authenticity.


“Thank you” she noted,


Even after trying not to be rude; she had checked to see if the bill he gave her was a fake one. She shook her head at herself and pocketed the bill with the rest of her day’s keep. It was when the barkeep started mopping up that she snuck out, it would be better if he didn’t know her name.
 
"fine"kiro said holstering his gun. he truned around and began to walk out of the cando then stopped at the doorway "next time dont wire large amounts of money to your account makes it easy to track" he said looking back at her with a smile then continued to walk back to the hotel where he had left his car
 
Xena let out her breath, the muttered a stream of curses. She got up and hobbled over to the closet to get dressed. It was time to move again. OR, she could just kill the damn cop. Obviously, the latter would be easier, but the guy had saved her life. She couldn't just go and kill him.


Xena came back out and sat on her bed, trying to decide what to do. There was the possibility of quitting...
 
Aleu whinned. No one wanted to talk to her, or even want to look at her. She lowered her head and sighed. "Am I invisible?" Then something beeped and she looked at a clock on the club wall. "Oh goodness!" She yelped and ran fast towards a dark building. Soon, she met the butt of a cop. TWUMP! she bounced to the ground. "I... I'm terribly sorry." She stuttered.
 
Coro's eyes widened, and he turned his head.


".... I suppose." He said out of the corner of his mouth, sliding his katana back into his belt, and his hands on his hips.
 
Cela glanced over her shoulder at him and had to chuckle to herself, he looked like a woman standing like that. Shaking her head, she simply kept walking, pausing only at a turn and went left, towards the outskirts of the town.
 
Aleu whined as she saw the man take a gun out and point it at her. "P...Please don't shoot me. I'm just a young wolf." she inched back, crouching on the floor.
 
Coro followed Cela from a few paces.


"Outskirts and everything....." He mumbled with a wide smile.
 
As the man walked away, Aleu sighed, shaking. "What is wrong with me! I can't meet one person who won't try to kill me for my fur! Why did I have to become a magic wolf!" She growled and slowly laid her body down on the cold floor.
 
Kiro nugged the wolf oath his foot and pulled on her ear " a dog, what are you doing here" Kiro stood up and grabbed her tail dragging her with him "lets go"
 
Aleu yelped as Kiro grabbed her, then she grabbed at his remark. "I'm a WOLF!" She struggled to get out of the man's grip, but he just held on tighter. Soon, Aleu rolled her eyes and gave up. She let the mysterious man pull her away from where she was. "Where are you taking me?" She asked softly.
 
Tilly had been having an interesting dream about pencils crashing into skyscrapers when she was forcefully woken up by her grandmother. "Tilly!" the elderly woman screamed, her wrinkly face up close to the girl's face. "I need your ass up and in the shop now!" She threw Tilly back against the bed and then left the door, slamming it shut.


A soft whimper elicited from Tilly's lips before she got up from bed. She stood briefly in front of the mirror, doing the usual check for any zits or a growth in her bust size. She had two zits on her cheeks and it almost seemed like her chest had gotten smaller over night. Sighing softly to herself she grabbed her glasses from the night table and put them on, smiling at her foggy vision. After dressing in the usual jeans and overly baggy gray sweatshirt she walked downstairs, pausing only to put her hair in two braids.


"It took your ass long enough!" her grandmother snarled, pausing only to look her over. "Can you try for once to not dress like a stripper baby?!" her grandmother growled, slamming her fist against the wall. Tilly flinched at the hole left in the wall though felt that it at least matched with the hole that her grandmother had punched in the bathroom just a few days earlier.


"I have an order for you to return," her grandmother finally told her, adjusting her glasses and walking over to the desk. Picking up the account book she went down the list and then found what she was looking for. "The strip club in town - twenty pairs of bedazzled brassieres with matching garter belts." Wrinkling her nose a bit she went over to the closet where they kept orders and picked up the box for the strip club. Shoving it into Tilly's hands she forcefully walked her out the door to her bike and sent her off but not before telling her to "Not get distracted by going for a ride on the strip pole like her whore mother would have!"
 
Once outside the bar, Deiliah glanced around at the surrounding streets before heading down one at random. There wasn’t a place she had in mind, so she found herself following after two weird looking people a mile away. A man following a woman; both carried swords and were heading towards the edge of town.
 
"im taking you to the vet to give you your shots and get you tagged" he laughed evily as he smiled and shoved her into the front seat of his squade car "im taking you home with me dogs arnt allowed on the street you know" he got into the car starting it up and taking off down the street
 
Aleu's eyes opened really wide. "Th...the vet? T.. Tagged? Sh.. Shots? Please! I don't have rabies or any other disease!" She whined, but then growled a bit. "And by the way... I'm A WOLF!" She hated it when people called her a dog or any other thing other than wolf or Aleu. "Also, since I'm a wolf, I don't deserve to be locked up in this so called house. I should be able to follow you where ever you go!"
 
It was a warm and sunny day in the streets of Kabukicho...which was the type of weather that Zephyr hated to an extent. After all, it was not like he could bask in it and feel the warmth thanks to his condition - although it was not as severe as it should be due to part of him being only human. Holding his umbrella so that it would shield his body from the sunlight, Zephyr continued walking forward.


"Tch, why the heck do I have to go to a place like this, I'll die of boredom at this rate..." he thought as he headed towards a back alley to meet with his client. The sooner he got this meeting over with, the better it would be for him...after all, he hated long, drawn out discussions.


"So...who do you want me to kill?" Zephyr asked without a hint of emotion in his voice.
 
Driving around Kabukicho on his darkgray Vespa, Gintoki was on his way to Genghai The Mechanic to fix the brakes since they barely worked and if he pushed his luck he knew someone was gonna get hurt, and judging by his previous luck....it'd be himself. He stopped in front of a red light, next to a van and was thinking out loud, not giving a Teenage Mutant Turtle Sensei-Rat's Ass what anyone thought.


" Maaannnnn, I hope Genghai gives me like a nitro-boost so I can get some mean hangtime...or wings ... yeah **** nitro, I want wings...and take a dump on a pidgeon. Gotta love the irony! "


The guy in the van next to Gintoki started laughing to this weird silverhaired samurai's thoughts and even went as far as to call him a retard. Gintoki laughed too, the two men seemed to be in a laughing contest of sorts until the light turned green and without warning or a word spoken about it they both took off at full speed, trying to outdo the other for some reason.


Suddenly a girl on a bicycle came from around a corner and Gintoki braked so hard he felt like the metal of his brakehandles were lodged forever in his hands, but it wasn't enough, he crashed at relatively low speed into the girl and saw the van race by them with the man laughing hard ...until he slammed into a copcar.


Gintoki laughed triumphantly until he realized what he had done and helped the girl stand back up and asked if she was ok. Looking at the bicycle, there was no point in performing bike-CPR cause it was obviously totalled.


" I'm sorry, I'll compensate for your bike .. somehow ... I don't got any money you see...unless you want Monopoly money? "
 
Tilly was just coasting around the corner, even beginning to enjoy herself a little when she crashed in to. Her glasses fell one way while the box of brassieres and garter belts fell the other way, littering the street with red glitter. "A-aah..." Tilly groaned, sitting up and holding her head. When she got a hold of her senses she realized all of the spilled order and practically lost it right then. "Oh no the order!" she cried, her face very red as she lept up and started to collect them back into the box, trying to ignore the amused looks from people walking down the street. "Grandma is going to kill me..." she whimpered, grabbing two garter belts. "And then the strippers will revise me and do evil stripper things to me!" she whimpered.


It was just as she was grabbing the last of the bras (one having someone made its way underneath a fruit cart.) she noticed the white haired man who had been standing there the entire time. Not to mention her totaled bike. "M-my bike..." she whispered, and then looked up again realized it was a white haired man. "Eiiyeeeh!" she cried, falling over and nearly spilling over the order again. "I-I..." she whimpered, grabbing her fallen glasses from the street. Her hands shook as she placed the glasses back on her face (which was not only comical because of how rude and thick they were, but because they now also had cracks on them.) "I'm sorry I was in your way!" she cried, bowing frantically. "That's all I ever seem to do right! Get in people's way!" She didn't seem to realize that it was in no way her fault, nor was she angry that her bike and only means of transportation was destroyed.


"I promise I'll make it up to you..." she added, disregarding his own statement. "I just need to..." she whined looking down at the box, one bra half way falling out. "I just need to get these to the gentlemen's club first!"
 
"I don't like people." Cela explained like it should have been obvious, "And besides, people out here don't notice if others go missing after pissing someone off..." She chuckled coldy at the thought, honestly just trying to scare the 'manly' Coro. "Nor do they care about odd noises, screaming, strange lights, and demonic growling." With a smirk, she approached a semi-normal place, small, and set back compared to the others. Opening the door with a simple flash of her wrist into a scanner, she held the door open for her guest. Inside, one would find it very neat, clean, and very well updated despite it's location. At least till one looked closer at creepy and occasionally grotesque decorations around it.
 
As Zephyr heard the name of the person that he had to kill, he let out a rare grin from his face. "So...it looks like things'll finally get interesting for me...tell me, is this guy truly as strong as I think he is?" he demanded of his client. The client responded by telling Zephyr that he was the legendary silver haired demon from a long time ago, back when the samurai were still in control.


"Excellent. In that case, I will be going then." Zephr said, grabbing the picture of the silver haired samurai. It was unfortunate that he did not know where this silver-haired samurai resided, but then again...


"It will only make me look forward to the hunt."
 
Meanwhile, Xena had made a hard choice. She decided to finally give up her parent's legacy. She was tired of sleeping with one eye open, being paranoid, never knowing when she may have to pick up and move again. She had enough money in the bank to keep her plenty happy for the rest of her life, and she could get even more from working at the club. But this left one loose end to tie up: her contract with her current boss.


Quieting an assassination job wasn't as easy as a refund. Xena either had to kill her target, or the man who hired her.
 
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