Twilight loomed over the dusty roof-tops of Sunagakure. The night was a dark one; it was the time of a new moon. The only visibility was granted by the few lamp within the residences of the village, and from the lamps held by the guards covering the large gates leading out of Sunagakure. The guards would be awake in shifts; the gate is left wide open for exactly thirty seconds at twilight. These details were of utmost importance to Yakate - he was busting out of the village.
Just a few more minutes now...
He wasn't as a rebel, no. He was busting out for the sake of protecting the village. Protecting the honor of it or now, but if things went along the way he believed they would, he'd be protecting much more than that...
Just a few more minutes now...
Asa and Chiriko would be safe. He scribbled out a note for him when he set out for the journey. It was hardly legible; however, he was sure that they understood that he was going to the mountains to visit some hot springs. Anyone who knew Yakate wouldn't find this surprising at the least.
Just a few more minutes now...
Yakate was sitting down behind a sand-built fence, his back against the solid part. His chakra spread out amongst the sand between his spot and the gate; if anyone moved, he would be able to tell. So far, he had had two false alarms; both times from a stray cat. He almost lost his cover, but luckily, the guard was drowsy.
He was clad in entirely black - the attire he had when he was a young jonin: a tight, black tank, and comfortable black khakis. A black ribbon-like cloth served as a belt for him, and his village headband was strapped predictably on his forehead. He had nothing else on, lest it hampered his motion.
Just a few more minutes now...
And there it was. The guard drunkenly slumped along the sand, and fell face-forward once, sending a minor quake through the area; he was rather obese. Yakate reminded himself to create a law abolishing fat people from becoming guards. The person walked at a slow pace over to an inn. And he shut the door-
Ssss...
The lights from the two lamps on either side of the gates were apparently extinguished; Yakate had formed domes of sand around both of them. With silent, nimble steps, he sprinted towards the gates, and promptly found himself facing a vast blackness.
He craned his neck behind him. The sand domes had dropped, and the second guard was about to start his shift - he suspected nothing. Grinning at his sly tactic, Yakate began trotting across sideways along the wall. He couldn't risk the guard seeing him by any chance.
Pitch black consumed him from all sides by the time he had trotted for a minute. It was safe now, he thought; out of nowhere, he lit a moderately bright flame in his palm. This would suffice for his journey.
Fri Aug 11, 2017 9:34 pm by 
Subject: Bustin' Out 
