An Artist's Muse - D Rank

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Name: An Artist's Muse
Rank: D
Location: Konoha
Description: A somewhat eccentric artist is seeking ninjas to inspire her through their combat skills. She's willing to very pay well, which is the only reason the Hokage is willing to entertain this absurd request.
Goal: Inspire the artist… somehow...

Kumagawa made his usual entrance into the artist's house. He had known her for a few years so when he saw her mission on the wall he felt a little hurt. So entering through her window he found her banging her head against a canvas. He tried to get her attention, yet found that she wasn't paying any attention.

Kumagawa scratched his chin trying to think of a way to get her attention. He came up with an idea, openning his bag he began to fish for an specific that would grab the artist attention.

Kumagawa fished into his backpack. In it he found a kunai, holding in his hand he had decided that there was only one way to get the artist attention. If this wasn't going to work Kumagawa was going to have a long day ahead of him. With no words he ran into the kitchen, in there he opened the fridge and took out a dozen eggs, leftover pork, and some milk.

Placing them on the counter he then began to fish for some sort of launching mechanism. He would find only disappointment when he opened the drawers. Though he should have expected it. No one carries a catapult in their kitchen.

Instead he found himself a few spoons and rubber bands. Equipping them to eachother he found a way to launch the eggs at least. Unfortunately it wasn't far enough. So the shooting stuff at the artist idea was out. So he had to contemplate what he should do next. He decided that he would have to use what he could to make a mechanism that would shoot eggs at the artist for him.

Unfortunately he didn't know how to build such a complicated mechanism so he was stuck doing it the one way he knew how. By chucking them at the artist. The first two shots missed completely leaving egg all over her cat statue and her window. After shot number 3 he got the canvas. Letting out a loud sound of amusement. He continued to fire. The artist remained asleep as 9 eggs quickly approached her.

Well Kumagawa could say, mission accomplished. Once the eggs collided with the artist she would definitely wake up. Though that wasn't exactly the mission he had been assigned to do. So once she was up and about complaining she was covered in egg and furious that Kumagawa was in her house, Kumagawa couldn't escape as per usual. He had a mission to do. Once he informed her of his reason of being there. A evil grin formed on the artist's lips.

Kumagawa gulped. How could he have forgotten? The artist was a severe lolicon and had been trying to put Kumagawa in women's clothing for the past 13 years of Kumagawa's life. Kuma knew at that second that he had to flee. The window was his only escape... Which she of course closes the moment Kuma realizes the mistake he made. It would take every skill Kumagawa had to defend himself from this artist.

"No, STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK"

Kuma said as ran around the room being chased by a maniac holding a frilly white dress.

"But you would look so cute in it, its just what I need for my slump. Kuma-chan"

Kuma wasn't going to let her trap him so easily. Every time she would get close he would move to a spot covered in egg so that she would slip and fall so that he could continue running. This went on for around an hour or two before Kumagawa himself slipped on some egg. And at that moment Kuma knew what true fear was.

Standing over him was some drooling monster in bespectacled glasses. She was wheezing from all the running she had to do but one could tell from the look in her eyes, she had all the energy she needed to do what she needed to do.

In minutes Kumagawa was forcibly changed into a white dress and frilly bow. He had been directed to sit in a stool at the far corner of the room while the artist worked. And boy did she work, SHe feverishly worked as her brush danced on the canvas. Here she was in front of her favorite model, one she had been trying to get for years. She would have paid anything to get this kind of present. Now she had it. Now all she needed was a photograph.

"Are you done yet?" Kuma asked.

"Nope."

She lifted up a camera in order to take a picture only to find that a kunai had already pierced that lens. Kuma glared at the artist as if he knew what she was planning all along. She couldn't help but simply chuckle it off. She knew Kuma would have killed her if it wasn't for the fact that he was on a mission. Deciding that it would be better for her health if she just finished the painting. She continue to work on it without break.

After an hour, Kuma was being led out of the artist's home. She thoroughly thanked him for his help and claimed that he helped her out of her slump. Kuma took her thanks stopped her before she kicked him out. The young genin turned to the artist before saying with an evil grin.

"I need to do one more thing before I go" he said.

"What?" the artist asked

At that moment a flash bomb had been dropped from Kuma's hands. A bright flash lit up the room in a spectacular array of white light. Even with goggles it would be hard to see through that light. So the artist was definitely blind for a few seconds. Due to this she would be unable to see exactly what was happening. When she came to she would smell smoke from the flash bomb and see that the spot where the painting of Kuma once was, was now had a hole where the face once was. The sound of the fire department could be heard as Kuma ran away from the apartment. Kuma was quite sure he accomplished the mission, but he had a feeling destroying the painting would leave some sort of ramifications.

The artist stared at the painting and couldn't help but cry. Her best work had been destroyed. Yet somewhere in her body she felt the urge to recreate it. Now she had her mission, she would recreate that master piece or die trying. As the fire department arrived she would be head deep in a ton of paint, canvases, pastels, and baby pictures of Kuma... No one ever said the artist wasn't a crazy fetish.

--End Mission--