Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught ❯ In Which, the Spy Meets the Sadist ( Chapter 2 )

6:05 a.m

“So…shall we begin?”

Ibiki’s deep voice echoed off the walls, and he walked towards the table, and sat down in one of the two chairs. She just stared at him from the corner in which she sat.

He pulled out a clipboard from his jacket, flipping through the papers. He lifted himself slightly, the two front legs of the chair lifting off the ground. He then placed his boots on the table, never taking his eyes off the papers.

“…well.” he began, shifting his glance onto her, “I suppose we can start off by introductions. What is your name?”

Silence. The moments ticked by slowly, and Ibiki felt himself sigh inwardly.

“What is your name?” he said, a tinge of threat in his voice, “It would be in your best interests to answer.”

Silence.

Ibiki stared at the prisoner, his dark eyes even more threatening in the faulty lighting. He scanned their appearance, and nothing gave away what village this person had come from.

The Anbu who had subdued this prisoner said in the report that the mask the prisoner was wearing was shattered during the struggle.

“…since you aren’t going to tell me your name,” Ibiki continued, “Will you do me the courtesy of telling me what village you’re from?”

If only it were that easy. Silence met more silence, and it seemed that from trial and error, this person obviously wasn’t going to answer anything. He tried another approach.

“Are you mute?” Ibiki asked casually, flipping through more papers. This too, was met with silence. “Or just…retarded?”

There. Ibiki saw a flicker of anger in the persons face, but it went as quickly as it came. This person obviously had an ego.

Prisoners like this always made things interesting. On the latter side, Prisoners like this also made things hard too. ‘This is going to be fun.’ he thought as he smirked. And with that thought, he resumed his attack.

“I guess that you not answering confirms my question.” Ibiki continued in his casual tone, “I guess it fits you, seeing as how easily you were caught by ANBU. Low rank ones, no less!”

He chuckled, watching the persons façade slowly begin to fade. He liked dealing with the proud ones. It made it all the sweeter to watch them break.

“I’m not retarded,” the prisoner said contemptuously, breaking the silence between them. She saw his raise his eyebrows in what seemed to be mock-surprise and felt her temper slowly rising the all the more.

The prisoner soon gained control of herself, and felt a surge of triumph when she saw the mans brow furrow.

Ibiki blinked, somewhat surprised upon hearing this persons voice. They had taken the bait…but their voice was too high for a man….but…to deep for a woman…he snapped out of his reverie quickly.

“…I see.” he continued, “Well then…tell me your name.” His eyes darted back to the prisoner.

“It’s polite to introduce yourself first.” the prisoner said, scorn apparent in her voice “Or do your skills not include the decency of that?”

Since this person could string two sentences together, and actually sound remotely educated, they proved their point of not being retarded. Ibiki smirked before speaking again.

“Morino Ibiki.” he said curtly, waiting for a response. Seconds ticked by. “….well? You‘re the one complaining about manners.”

“…Shidobu Aiko…” she answered, almost sullenly. Damn her manners to Hades.

“Little love shadow, hm?” Ibiki said under his breath, confusing her. She arched her brow, staring at the strangeness that was Morino Ibiki.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Ibiki answered, brushing off her question. He paused for a moment, before continuing. “…well. My colleagues assumptions were incorrect. As it turns out, you’re in fact a woman.”

Aiko rolled her eyes. She hated small talk.

“Thank you for stating the obvious.” she said sarcastically, shifting her position a bit. The cold, hard floor was murder on her butt. “ I don’t see why its so important.”

“Well, I rarely get the pleasure of being in the presence of one.” Ibiki said, placing the clipboard on the table, “Much less talk to them.”

This was true. The only women that were near him these days were duty-bound, and even then he sensed an air of uneasiness about them. There was one particular woman who did hang around sometimes, but only to annoy the shit out of him.

“Why’s that?” Aiko inquired. She had seen men that look worse than him have many lady-friends and suitors. Then again, this man wasn’t exactly charming…

“…I take it you’re not aware of my reputation?” Ibiki asked. Despite appearances and chit-chat, he still needed to find out as much as possible.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” She was lying. He could tell instantly. At the same time, not many people were aware of what he did, unless of course, they lived in Hidden Leaf. And those who did, avoided him like the Plague.

“Well, I’m deeply flattered.” Ibiki said, resting the chair on all fours. He got out of his chair, pushing it in slowly before approaching her.

“Now that I’ve gotten this much out of you,” he said, his voice and footsteps echoing.

“…and if you’re aware of what I do,” Ibiki continued, "...and you're aware of what I'm capable of doing...”

“Tell me one last thing, Shidobu-san.”

He stopped in front of her, his face inches away from hers.

“…why aren’t you afraid?” he asked.

“Because I’m not.” Aiko answered. In this statement, she wasn’t lying.

“You should be,” he whispered, eyes slowly taking in the sight of her. He hadn’t truly gotten the chance to scope this woman’s beauty due to the dim lights. Despite the dried blood and the split lip, she was actually quite the looker.

Aiko chuckled. A low, sensual chuckle. “Oh stop, Ibiki-san,” she purred, “Keep this up and I’ll get all hot and bothered.”

6:20 a.m

The young ANBU with pulled off his Cat Mask, shaking in fear over what he saw.

Goddamn, Ibiki scared the crap out of him. It was as if the man was put on Earth just to scare him shitless..

“Oi! Neko-chan!” a voice called behind him, dripping with mock-sweetness. He turned around in irritation to see his partner smirking at him a few feet away.

“Stop calling me that!” he said, wiping the sweat off his brow. This was the last thing he needed, his smartass partner poking fun.

“But its an affectionate pet name,” his partner said, approaching his friend, “Wow. You look like a spit-roasted turkey.”

“Shut your mouth, Ahiru.” Neko snapped, “You of all people shouldn’t be talking about poultry.”

Ahiru shrugged, which pissed him off more. Neko turned to walk away, but his partner circled around him and blocked the way.

“Aww…” Ahiru cooed, “Don’t be angry, Neko-channnn (The emphasis on the ‘-chan‘ made his partner twitch). I’ll get you some sandwich, if you like.”

He saw his distraught partner’s eyes light up instantly and Ahiru turned around to go done the hall where the vending machines were, leaving Neko wait in anticipation.

If anything, food made Neko feel better. (‘Tch, fatass.’ Ahiru thought). Ahiru wouldn’t be surprised if he was somehow related to the Akimichi clan.

In the few moments of waiting, Neko’s thoughts went back to the prisoner and wondered what became of him. Knowing Ibiki, the guy would probably be clawing his eyes out. Or worse…

Bad images of torture and perversion began to fill his mind and he shook his head roughly to get them out. He almost felt sorry for the prisoner…

“Heads up!”

A sandwich came flying towards him, and Neko promptly caught it. Still preoccupied with his thoughts, he opened the package absent mindedly.

A strong odor rushed out, catching him by surprise and he dropped the sandwich into his lap

“What the fuck is that!” Neko said, his face illustrating the repulsion he felt.

He heard his partner start to laugh, and Neko looked up at him, his eyes flashing. What was so funny??

“What kind of sandwich was that!” Neko asked again, “It smelt like death!”

Ahiru smiled, a snarky grin that spread throughout his face.

“Tuna.”

6:24 a.m

For the moment, they stared at each other.

The air was thick with tension, and the both of them made it no secret that there was lust in their eyes.

“…is that so?” Ibiki answered. His voice had dropped to a lover’s whisper. He reached forward, almost tentatively, and ran a gloved hand over the smooth face.

Her brown eyes were half-lidded, and Ibiki first took notice of the lush, full pink lips she had.

He breathed in slowly, taking in the subtle feminine smell. Vanilla…she smelt of vanilla.

He soon realized that he was moving closer and closer, and she made no attempt to move. By now, whether they were prisoner or not, any other women would’ve jerked away in repulsion.

Ibiki captured those full lips with his own, and the kiss itself at first was chaste. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to kiss someone.

As the kiss progressed, it got deep, sensuous, and she had slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Gods, this felt great. But his ecstasy was short-lived, as he soon realized that he was not here for this.

Aiko was caught up in passion, her eyes closed, leaving herself vulnerable to anything. Ibiki slowly reached into his jacket, as to not draw her attention.

He brought himself closer to her, running the gloved hand through her cropped hair.

Then…

A scream erupted in her throat. He pulled away quickly to see her distraught face as she stared down at her thigh.

There, a syringe was buried, its contents injected. She stared at him with disbelief, her breathes shuddering.

He ran his gloved hand soothingly on the injured thigh, before pulling the syringe swiftly, hearing a small yelp of pain escape her lips.

With a smirk on his face, he wiped the small amount of blood left on the syringe, watching the events unfold slowly before him.

She began to shake, her breathing quickened, fear etched her face. Her eyes darted in various directions as she struggled to breathe, a feeling of drowning overcoming her.

“…w-what the FUCK DID YOU INJECT ME WITH!?” Aiko screamed at top of her lungs, as she began to hyperventilate.

Ibiki took her chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Oh, my dear.” Ibiki said softly, “Don’t be angry with me now.”

Aiko pulled away violently, spitting in his face, yelling various obscenities as she struggled, her body wrenching to get away from him.

Ibiki took out his handkerchief, wiping the spit off his face. For a few seconds, he humorously noted she almost flapped like a fish out of water as her contortions continued.

Soon, her movements calmed, her strange display of pain subsiding as her breathing calmed. Aiko lay there in front of him, her eyelids drooping, her body relaxed.

Aiko turned her focus back on him, and he noticed that she struggled to keep her eyes open.

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She seemed almost confused by what was happening to her.

“You let your guard down.” Ibiki began, putting the handkerchief away, “And by all means…that was your mistake…”

Ibiki squatted down in front of her, lifting her face up with his hands, making sure she caught his words before she passed out.

“…for you to not to expect this, from an enemy no less, is an even bigger mistake…and I fully intend to make you pay for both.”

He stroked her cropped hair once more. “Well my dear…let the games begin.”

Aiko’s eyelids finally closed and her head became a dead-weight in his hands. He carefully placed her head down before unhooking her restraints. Scooping up her lithe body, he began to walk towards the door.

6:28 a.m

Neko ate the sandwich, despite the repugnant smell. Tuna wasn’t so bad, he thought as he chewed. In fact, it was rather good with mayo.

Ahiru scrunched up his nose. “Dude, how the hell can you eat that? I really got you a roast beef sandwich.”

Neko chewed once more, then swallowed. “It’s not bad. You can have the roast beef.”

Their conversation was interrupted by yelling. They didn’t quite hear the words, but they knew it definitely wasn’t Ibiki.

They looked at one another, an air of uneasiness surrounding them. The anticipation was cut short however, as the door opened.

Ibiki stepped out, the body of the prisoner thrown over his shoulder. He stopped suddenly, and sniffed the air.

“What the hell is that smell?” he asked, his nose scrunched up in distaste.

“Tuna sandwich, Ibiki-san.” Ahiru answered, jabbing a thumb at his companions sandwich.

Ibiki eyed the sandwich, wrinkling his nose in disgust once again (Ahiru snickered in the background.)

“Good Lord, eat it and open a damned window.” he snapped, and Neko shoved the rest of it in his mouth.

Ibiki turned to go down a flight of stairs when Neko asked, “Um…I-Ibiki-san…w-where are you going with the prisoner?”

Ibiki glanced over his shoulder at the young man, and Neko froze.

“Oh…..somewhere….sound-proof.” he said, a sadistic grin forming on his face, “We wouldn’t want the people of Kohona hearing anything…unnecessary in the morning.”

That did it. Ibiki descended down the flight of stairs.

Neko swallowed, letting out a shivering breath he was holding.

Ahiru approached him, snickering behind his sandwich. As he drew nearer, he heard the distinct sound of water splashing. Strange…he looked down. He took a sniff of the air.

Realization dawned on him.

Ahiru’s eyes widened as horror overcame him. His eyes darted to the floor to Neko and he bellowed, drawing the attention of various other Anbu down the hall.

“DUDE! Did you just piss yourself!?”