Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught ❯ In Which, the Sadist Recieves a Message ( Chapter 5 )

4:00 p.m

“Heyyyyy!!!” a woman called out, a grin spreading across her face as she spotted her victim. Her purple eyes glinted in the afternoon sun, her buxom form swaying to and fro as she ran.

The woman’s voice had echoed throughout the street, and various civilians looked up, slightly annoyed by the disturbance of peace. The woman sped past them, leaving dust in her midst, trying to catch up to the man slowly walking down the street.

“Ibikiiiii-channnnn!” she called out flirtatiously, “Wait for meeee~!”

Ibiki stopped dead in his tracks, his blood running cold. Oh no…not her.

He slowly looked behind him, and confirmed his fear: Mitarashi Anko! There she was, running towards him, joyous and a-glimmer in the summer sun.

Ibiki visibly shuddered at the sight. Of all the things to bother him right now…

Swiftly turning on his heel, Ibiki began to walk fast, his pace slowly picking up momentum as he felt the approaching figure.

“Hey, Ibikiiii!” Anko called out even louder, hurried footsteps coming closer. “I’ve got to talk to youuuuuu! Heyyyy~!”

‘Like hell you will!,’ Ibiki thought to himself as he sped up. He rounded a corner, almost bumping into a group of old women as he burst into a full-out run. Despite the barrage of obscenities that were directed at him, Ibiki didn’t care, his only ambition to escape the horror that was chasing him.

Ibiki had ran five blocks, rounding another corner before slowing down. He slumped over slightly, trying to catch his breath, before scanning the area. The street was deserted, and the proverbial tumbleweed sped past.

As Ibiki sat himself in a nearby bench, he drew in a breath before relaxing. His heart was still racing from his exertions, and the last thing he needed right now was to deal with that ridiculous woman.

Ibiki tilted his head up, watching the clouds pass slowly in the sky.

“…Thank god I lost her…” he grumbled to himself, still watching the clouds. When it seemed that Ibiki finally began to settle, he felt a flare of chakra in front of him seconds later.

Irritation began to smolder inside Ibiki as he tilted his head slowly forward to see the figure standing before him.

“Taking a breather there, Ibiki?” Anko whispered, her face inches away. She noted how his face shifted from irritated to disgusted to downright angry, making her Cheshire grin widen even more.

“What do you want, Mitarashi?” Ibiki growled, staring at her grinning visage. This was a serious violation of his personal bubble.

“My, my, touchy, aren‘t we?” Anko frowned, pulling away to balance herself on the balls of her feet. “One would think that you’re not glad to see me.”

Anko saw a vein slowly pulsing in Ibiki’s forehead, and she grinned again.

“Are you just here to irritate me?” Ibiki asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or do you have something to say, which I doubt.”

“You’re awful rude today, Ibiki,” Anko said, pretending to look hurt. “And I came all this way to tell you an important message too!”

He studied her face for a moment, only to find that she wasn‘t lying. Ibiki drew in a breath to calm himself before he spoke.

“…well? What is it then?” Ibiki frowned, “I don’t have time for games, so spit it out.”

“Say please,” Anko said gleefully, shifting from side to side.

“Mitarashi…I told you I don’t have time--”

“Say please, and I’ll tell you.“ Anko simpered, “Otherwise, no message for Ibiki.”

“…….please.” Ibiki conceded, rolling his eyes.

“Say PRETTY please!” Anko practically sang, enjoying the sight of Ibiki clenching his jaw. The vein in his forehead was pulsing rapidly, and she wondered how long he would last before he blew his top.

“……..pretty please.” Ibiki ground out, his hands clenching and unclenching.

“Say pretty please with---”

“DAMMIT WOMAN TELL ME!” Ibiki roared, jumping up from his seat. His roar echoed throughout the empty street, birds taking flight from the power lines.

Bloodlust radiated off the imposing man in waves, but Anko held her ground nonetheless (She’s not exactly sane, right?). She raised her hands up calmly, saying, “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you---down boy.”

Ibiki plopped into the bench with a huff, his eyes darkened. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for Anko to speak.

“…well?” Ibiki inquired.

“Well, Ibiki…a little bird told me---,” Anko paused thoughtfully, “Well… a rather LARGE bird told me, that a special someone, meaning you, has the lovely honor of being a Chunin exam proctor.”

Ibiki’s brow furrowed. What?

Anko grinned one last time before promptly disappearing, leaving confusion in her wake as she always did.

6:34 p.m

Ibiki rubbed his chin as he closed the door to the Hokage’s chamber behind him. As it turned out, Anko wasn’t pulling his leg.

Upon speaking with the Hokage, he had indeed been selected to be one of the Chunin Exam proctors. The event was being held a week from now, and of course, Kohona had the honor of hosting it.

The Hokage explained that Ibiki would administer the first part of the test, using his psychological techniques against the candidates. Ibiki was to push the candidates to their breaking point, intimidating them with uncertain circumstances.

During the explanation of his duties, Ibiki also observed documents upon the Hokage’s desk regarding the prisoner.

“Have you been able to get any information out of him?” the Hokage inquired, noticing Ibiki’s attention had shifted.

“….no Hokage-sama,” Ibiki said, “The prisoner has yet to tell any information. She--”

“A woman, you say?” the Hokage asked, puffing thoughtfully at his pipe.

“Yes, Hokage-sama,” Ibiki continued, “She has been trained to withstand tradition interrogation techniques. Anything I tried so far has failed…so I had to employ more…exotic methods.”

The Hokage laced his fingers together. “…I see. How long has it been since you’ve checked on the prisoner?”

“A week, Hokage-sama.”

“Do you think your…exotic method will work?”

“Yes, I do.” Ibiki answered, “With the combination of exhaustion, lack of food or water, it has a 99% chance of working. However--”

“…there’s after-effects?” the Hokage finished, and Ibiki nodded.

“Yes. More than likely the prisoner will have to be hospitalized once I’m done.”

“I see…” the Hokage repeated, “I’ll be sure to have ANBU on watch when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Hokage-sama.”

9:00 p.m

Her stomach rumbled unpleasantly, yet she didn’t feel the discomfort. She only felt the pleasant burning between her legs, the warmth that engulfed her whole being.

Aiko had spent a week in darkness, yet to her, that darkness was a field of flowers. The sun was out, and she felt the gentle rays warm her skin.

She was without food or water, but only physically did her body register hunger.

Aiko was, if anything, swimming within her own mind, content despite the true conditions. Aiko heard the distant creaking of a door, and she looked up to see her captor.

There he stood, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the bright yellow and orange flowers. Ibiki approached her slowly, and she could hear the crunching of flowers beneath his boots.

“How are you feeling?” his voiced seemed to echo, and she felt a smile pulling on her face.

“I’m feeling wonderful.” Aiko slurred, a giggle bubbling in her throat.

Aiko thought she saw a smile cross his face, but when she blinked, he was inches away. He crouched near Aiko, removing her shackles before scooping her into his lap.

Aiko felt limp like a rag-doll, but she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, enjoying the physical contact.

“Are you going to be a good girl and tell me what I want to hear?” Ibiki asked, his voice still echoing. His hands ran over her breasts, stomach, rubbing in taut flesh as he did before.

“Mayyybe,” Aiko giggled, and he placed a small kiss on her temple.

It felt almost alien to do this, because Ibiki rarely got the chance to even hold someone. He felt her small hands take his as she guided him to touch her.

“Please touch me,” she whispered.

“Where?” he asked, although he knew exactly where she was talking about. His hands slipped into her pants, and a grin spread across his face.