Anyways, he wasn't going to be late for his first mission if he could help it. He jumped out of bed, darting his eyes around the room to locate all of his stuff. Of course, he was just a genin who really only had the things that the old people let him have, so there wasn't much see. He began darting around the room and dressing as quickly as he could manage- grabbing his pants that had somehow been kicked most of the way under his bed, his undershirt draped over the doorknob (only taking the time to button half the buttons, and his robe which had flung into the furthest corner as soon as he had gotten home the night before. But where was his belt? He kept an eye out for it as he continued scrambling together all of his ninja tools when, suddenly, it slapped him right in the face. Literally, as it was hanging from his ceiling fan. What the shit. Anyway. Ain't got time.
He ran out of the door, kicking it shut behind him as his hands were occupied securing his robe and tying his belt. It wasn't quite as nicely tied as he normally did, but well, he was running. So whatever. He was running down the hall of the Senju complex building that his apartment was in, nearing the big exit door. He reached up to readjust his Hitai-ate, he still wasn't quite used to wearing it yet, to find that it wasn't even on his forehead. Ah, shit! It was of course at that exact moment that one of the Senju elders opened the door to enter the building, probably on his way to badger him about the mission that he was ALREADY ON HIS WAY TO. Anyways, he smashed right into him and fell onto the floor. Without hesitation, or saying anything, he scrambled back to his feet and started running full tilt back to his bedroom. The elder Senju behind him was shouting- "Senju, Yamabiko! How many times have we told you-!
Beeko didn't hear the rest because he cut the older man off with his own shouting. "Ah, stuffit old man! How many times have I told you not to call me that! He ducked back into his room and found his Hitai-ate laid neatly on his dresser, the headband folded delicately beneath the metal plate, of course the only thing he forgot was the thing that he had taken the time to put in a proper place. Next to it was a small parcel, wrapped in brown paper that was secured with twine. The mission objective. Whatever. He grabbed the Hitai-ate and the package and sprinted out the door, kicking it shut behind him as he tied his Hitai-ate in place. He dipped down a different hallway on his second trip out to take a different exit that would (hopefully) not take him past the old man. It was a longer path, but he'd just have to run faster. He pumped his legs as hard as he could all the way to the village entrance, managing to get there just a few minutes before the assigned time.
While waiting for his partner to arrive, Beeko turned the package over in his hands trying to get a feel for its weight. It wasn't very heavy, what could it be? He wasn't sure of the contents, but he figured it was either important or valuable- something worth paying to have delivered by two shinobi. It would be their job to safely deliver the parcel to a nearby village. It was possible that they would be attacked on the road, there were bandits that surveyed the routes from Konoha to the smaller outlying villages in the hope of stealing valuable items like this one. There was a chance that Beeko could end up in his first real fight, which was pretty cool.
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