Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught ❯ In Which, the Sadist Delves Deeper ( Chapter 4 )

Part 4

2:03 p.m

Ibiki woke to the pitter-patter of rain on his ceiling, the distant thunder rumbling and the gentle wind whooshing through his cracked window.

He lay there, staring at the ceiling fan above him, lethargically make its rounds again and again. His thoughts were fuzzy, sleep still clinging to his eyes.

Warmth made him cling to his bed for a few moments, but he sighed, and lifted the covers. His scar-covered feet touched the floor, and he shivered slightly.

Cool air surrounded him, and he closed his cracked window, noticing specks of rain that had landed on the floor.

Kohona had been going through a dry-spell, of the late, so he was somewhat surprised that it was raining. If anything, it was said that it wouldn’t rain for a few weeks.

Making no attempt to wipe up the rain water, he glanced at his clock.

2:10, it said, time to go back to work.

Picking up his discarded clothing, Ibiki slowly dressed himself. After tying his bandana, he promptly looked for an umbrella, spotting on in his closet moments later.

Closing his apartment door with a click, he looked up at the grey skies, and when memories came flowing back to him, he felt his mouth curl into a smirk.

2:45 p.m

Drip…drip….drip…

The room was pitch black, but there was an air of dampness about it. She could smell dirt and her hands caressed the floor in an aimless manner.

Drip…drip…drip

She could have easily moved, even with restraints, but Aiko let the drops hit her forehead, her vacant state never acknowledging the irritating water. Although her mind was slowly clearing, a sense of calm had overtaken her.

Any aggression she felt before was gone, and she lay passively on the ground.

Waiting.

Waiting for him to return.

For what it seemed like forever, she heard the distant sound of footsteps. The pace was slow, but all the more threatening when they became louder and louder.

Aiko heard the squeak of a door opening, and light slowly drifted into the room. The light flipped on, flickering slightly, and she winced as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“Good morning sunshine,” a deep voice said sardonically, and Aiko instantly knew it was him. She slowly began to open her eyes, and Ibiki came into view.

He casually leaned against the door, a smirk apparent on his face. Aiko felt her insides burn slightly as her anger began to rise. She tried to catch her breath, but the burning continued.

“Ah, I see you’re experiencing some nasty effects from the drugs.” Ibiki began, “Don’t worry, its supposed to work that way.”

Aiko took a few deep breaths and the burning died down. ‘What is this?’ she thought. Despite the fact that she was trained to withstand chemical interrogation techniques, she hadn’t encountered something quite like this.

Aiko heard him laugh at her apparent confusion, and she felt her anger swirl again, only to experience the painful burning once again.

As she lay panting on the floor, Aiko remembered what she was taught. If she slowly made chakra flow throughout her body, she would be able to get rid of it through perspiration…

2:50 p.m

Ibiki watched her struggle, discomfort apparent in her face. For a few moments, Ibiki stood there in the doorway, observing the lovely sight till he stepped into the room.

“I suppose you want to know how this drug works, correct?” Ibiki asked, closing the door behind him. When she didn’t answer, he strode towards her.

Crouching down, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and their eyes met.

“Correct?” he asked again, his look inquisitive. His grip tightened on her hair and she winced.

“Better hurry and answer, little love, I’m getting impatient.”

“Fuck you,” Aiko managed to gasp out, and she winced again. The burning had exemplified itself, and the grip on her hair added to the mounting pain.

“Fuck me?” Ibiki asked, “Well, little love, that wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Although I appreciate the offer nonetheless…but not until business is settled.”

He loosened the death grip on her hair slightly, only to hear her chuckle slightly.

“I’m glad you find this so amusing,” Ibiki grumbled, letting go of her hair. Reaching for a chair, he added, “Especially since I can do anything to you.”

That got her attention. Aiko focused on him, but he saw no fear in her eyes. Ibiki sat in the old chair, the wood creaking slightly under his weight. For a couple moments, they stared at each other, eyes boring into the others.

Ibiki noticed how her face glistened with sweat under the flickering light

“Did you know that one in every three kunoichi are raped on duty?”

Aiko felt her stomach plummet, a sense of dread filling her chest. Was he….could he? Of course, he could….but still.

Despite the mask of neutrality she had put on, Ibiki was trained enough to notice a slight change in respiration. He smelt…fear.

Perfect…

“Quite an interesting statistic, isn’t it?” Ibiki continued, “One in every three kunoichi. Most of the rapes occur during war, when an unlucky young woman gets caught behind enemy lines.”

Ibiki saw her swallow, and she averted her eyes slightly, not quite looking at him. “Of course, there hasn’t been a war for a while hasn’t there?”

3:09 p.m

The subject of rape was always uncomfortable. And whenever it was talked about, it was always in whispers.

Kunoichi in her village would tell the younger recruits of horrible experiences, experiences that jaded them towards the male gender.

Tales of higher ranking officers taking advantage of their positions, and ‘teammates’ taking advantage of their weakened companions.

One older kunoichi told of her violent gang-rape while behind enemy lines, and Ibiki’s ramblings awakened this memory in Aiko.

She felt the horror almost overtake her, until she forced it down.

Up until now, Aiko was lucky enough to escape most of the horrors her other fellow kunoichi couldn’t…she wondered how long her luck would last.

“You still listening, little love?” Ibiki’s voice snapped her out of her reverie, and she focused on Ibiki again.

His face was balanced in the palm of his hand, looking almost bored despite what he was saying.

“Rape is such a nasty subject, isn’t it? Am I making you uncomfortable?”

The question almost sounded innocuous in nature, but knowing that this man wasn’t trying to make small talk, she averted her eyes again.

Then she remembered…she had a task to complete. Slowly, Aiko continued the process. When she felt the last of the drug leave her body, she sighed.

3:13 p.m

When she averted her eyes again, and the mask of neutrality returned, he expected that that drug would kick in (any sort resistance was met with repercussions), but when he heard her sigh, Ibiki’s brow furrowed.

‘The drug must have worn off,’ he though, rising from the chair. As Ibiki drew nearer, he smelled something odd. A combination of iodine and vinegar almost…wait.

He crouched down, inches away from Aiko and breathed in. Iodine and vinegar…Realization dawned on him.

“Oh…I see.” Ibiki said, “During my little statistics report, you managed to use your chakra to force the drug out. Clever girl…And here I thought you were just zoning out.”

Aiko smirked, looking up at her captor with arrogant eyes. “Well, you seem to like to hear yourself talk…so I let you talk.”

Ibiki eyed her thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

“Well, little love, I admit that I admire your cleverness.” Ibiki said, reaching into his coat, “Cleverness is such a rare treat to come across in a woman. No offense, but the majority of your gender is highly dim-witted and superficial.”

“None taken.” Aiko replied, shifting herself slightly on the ground. She felt weak from her efforts to rid herself of the drug

“But that cleverness only makes my job harder.” Ibiki sighed, “And since conventional methods don’t work with you, I’m must play my trump card.”

Aiko saw him pull out a syringe, and she felt alarm rise inside her.

“You…you said conventional methods don’t work on me.”

“That’s correct.” Ibiki answered, letting some liquid out of the syringe. He seemed to be measuring the substance.

“Then why are you trying that again?”

“Rest assured, its not the same.” Ibiki replied, and he began to close in on her. Her first instinct was to fight back, but she had nothing left. Any movement made now left her drained.

She saw him place the syringe beside him as he reached into his pocket for a rubber band. Ripping it apart, he tied it around her arm.

Aiko saw the vein in her arm become more prominent, and moments later, he pricked her skin with the needle, and ejected the contents.

3:30 p.m

“Well…” Ibiki said, sounding surprised, “I expected a struggle out of you. Then again, you did over-exert yourself from trying to remove that drug from your body, didn’t you?”

Aiko blinked. Nothing was happening…before the drug had taken affect almost immediately.

She saw Ibiki watch her with knowing eyes, and as if she had asked him, he replied “Just wait…you’ll feel it soon.”

Aiko breathed in deeply…then she felt it. A tingly feeling, slowly growing with each breath. Warmth spread throughout her body, and she felt relaxed like before.

But it was different this time…

She felt Ibiki’s gloved hand caress her hip in soft, soothing motions.

“Nice, isn’t it?” he murmured, his hand moving upwards towards her chest, making her skin hum from where he had touched. Ibiki stopped, taking of his glove to reveal his scarred hand.

Although he was repulsed by his scars, he glanced towards her face, he noted how soft her eyes had become, and how her gentle expression made his heart skip a beat.

Like before…

Fascinated, he began to slowly caress her breast.

It was small, but it was nonetheless soft, and he could feel the erect nipple through the material of her uniform. He pinched it, and Aiko squeaked, only to be soothed by his caresses once more.

“I’m sure by now, you know what’s happening to you,” Ibiki said, his voice soft.

“…yes…” Aiko sighed, enjoying the sensations she was feeling.

“Do you want this to continue?” Ibiki cooed, “Do you want to continue feeling this pleasure you’re feeling?”

“Mmmm,” she replied, and she gasped as she felt his caresses move downward. The friction in itself was maddening, and she yearned to feel his hand there.

“I’ll be more than glad to continue this for you, if you answer my questions.”

Conditional pleasure… interesting concept. As she was lost in own thoughts, he began asking his questions.

“What is your purpose in Kohona?”

Aiko blinked, and focused on him. Her mind felt fuzzy, like before.

“What is your purpose in Kohona?” he asked again, his caresses stopping.

“….I can’t tell you that…” she murmured.

“Why not?”

“….”

“Well?” Ibiki probed.

“…because I can’t…”

Knowing that he would get no more out of her, Ibiki rose, his eyes still on her face.

“…it seems you need a little more time in here alone. I’m sure in a couple days you’ll be more than willing to answer my questions.”

“…will not…” she said softly, and he smirked.

“You will…” he said to her childish response, “Remember little love. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. Pleasure turns into pain when its unfulfilled.”

He crossed to room his lethargic stride, looking over his shoulder one last time before switching off the light.

The door closed, and Aiko was left in the dark once more.