The Red Scene [Closed]

Musashi stood with one arm on one of the pillars that supported the deck and one foot wrapped around the other. He was on cargo duty and had to check to make sure that everything was going over smoothly. He was a patrol guard for the docks, basically. This place was an important point for the village’s commerce; many crates containing some of the village’s most popular imports were entering the country each day. And at the same time, boxes were shipped out exporting the village’s goods produced at the highest quality. Now and then a patrol guard would find a body stuffed in one of these crates, and that’s how the authorities know that someone killed somebody. And just his rotten luck this was one of Musashi’s days. It happened when Musashi overheard four guys carrying a load in front of him, complaining how heavy a box of ketchup is. Four guys? Having trouble carrying a crate with nothing but ketchup in there? That sounded fishy to the Sannin. And then the guys dropped the box, and Musashi could hear a loud thud accompany it. As a guard, he went over to give them a hand. “Need some help?” he had asked. The guys nodded, acknowledging that they’d share like an extra hand. Musashi walked over to the box, bent low so he could caress his strong brawny hands all over it, deciding where and how best to help move this thing. But before he could do so, his veteran nose detected a whiff of that familiar metallic richness. At first, Musashi thought that one of the guys got a bad cut earlier and they didn’t notice anything. But after a while, it became clear that it was coming from the box. Musashi leaned closer to give it a few more sniffs like a dog. “Ey, what’s the guy doing?” one of them asked. The former Kage also got scent of something rotten. Could be a bad egg, but in a case full of ketchup, something that used to be human had to be in there. He was an expert in crime scene work, so the next thing he did was to check for leakage. Next thing he heard as a scream from a man on another dock. Pulling out the contents of the crate, one of them had pulled out the lower half of a man - feet, legs, all the way up to the genitals between them and the hips. Musashi immediately opened up the lid on his crate and what followed before e could register what he had seen was a scream from one of the guys near him. It was the top half of the man, completely covered in a mix of blood and ketchup, with his intestines sticking out from the hole which his other half should have covered up.

After a few minutes of calming everybody down. Musashi took his time to investigate the body. Dragging the two crates into a more isolated area, he examined the two halves of the body. The man was nearly bald, with hair only on the edges of his hair. He had a round, dilapidated-looking face, and seemed to be pretty fat. He was wearing a pretty nice suit, so that tells you that he was out for an important occassion like a meeting, gathering, or even a date. A date makes things easier, because there’s always romance involved, and when there’s romance and love involved, there’s always going to be a jealous and bitter somebody. And that’s all he could care to deduce at the moment. The man did not look to be anyone familiar or important. He might not even be from this village, which could cause problems as he could be an important figure from another nation. Musashi tried to imagine what the last moments of this guy’s life was. Probably finished walking a girlfriend home, turned the other way, and headed straight down the street. Maybe even stop by the park and take a little rest as the way home is gonna take awhile. But the guy kept himself from falling asleep, because he probably needed to do something when he got home. Maybe he stops by a store to buy a cup of coffee before setting off on his arduous journey home. And that’s when he arrives at an alleyway or a quiet street where all the lights are off and not a soul was nearby before somebody, dressed in heavy clothes and shielded by the darkness, comes from behind the man’s blind spot and subdues him. The attacker didn’t strangle or suffocate him or place him in a chokehold or nothing, because there would have been marks all over the guys’ neck. No, there was only a quick struggle before the guy was killed. Maybe he got cut in half there, or maybe it was later. But either way, the man got mutiliated which suggested that the killer had a problem with him or that the killer had a very serious mental himself. Or herself. Some time later, the ANBU Black Ops appeared around Musashi, saying they can take over the case now. A quick examination and a use of some tech here and some jutsus there told the operatives that the man was drugged or poisoned or something, and then was cut in half for the shits and giggles. After that, the man was disposed in the crates. Musashi walked away from the scene, liking his own story better.

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