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Finding a Bit of Trust	By : Strailo Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Title: Finding a Bit of Trust
Chapter: 36
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Sakura, Ibiki, Inochi, Anko
AN: Ooh, look, we torture the Sakura now?

Yes, we do. *cackles*

A note to my ff.net readers: If you do not see a post from me on when it’s supposed to be, then that means that there had been SEX in that chapter. That happens. I don’t post sex on fanfiction.net. Ever.

Deal with it. You can find this story elsewhere if you want it that badly.

Reviews: Deandraquin: I love your review. :) It made my day really. And yes, I do know about the misspells and missteps. I do have the chapters edited, but I want to get the story down and out before I go back since it does take me time to give a story the complete attention to edit it.

I promise I will have it edited and chapters replaced by November sometime. Late November probably.

Smaffa: Yay smut!!

Smint45: Aww, why thank you. *nibbles happily* *bounces off to do things*

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Staring at the bound woman behind the one way glass, Ibiki let a feral grin spread over his lips at the thought of being able to get revenge against her. Sakura was heavily bound by chakra chains with her eyes covered and a gag wrapped tightly around her mouth. Every so often, she would twitch and tug at her chains or turn her head to a perceived noise.

What she didn’t know was that Anko and a few ANBU were purposefully making soft noises, or creating breezes. It was a way to get her imagination running, making her paranoid, off balance. Easy picking for when he finally stepped into his personal torture room.

He had left her hanging as they rebuilt, again, and healed for the last three days, not letting her know exactly what time of day it was, her food coming in small spurts and at random times. Her cell had been just four walls, no window, and a bed that was comfortable enough. That was, when the lights had been turned off before they came back on.

Isolation and sleep deprivation were still preferred techniques of torture for a reason. They worked and worked well.

Looking to Anko, Ibiki raised an eyebrow as she came in, brushing off her hands. She was looking undeniably smug with herself, making him shake his head.

“I take it that you had fun,” he said, Anko nodding her head. “I figured as much. She seems about ready. Prep the lights and start the recordings please.”

“Yes, sir,” Anko chirped before bouncing out. Ibiki watched her, well used to her odd antics right before a session. She would get giddy, almost as if she was high on something. Afterwards, she would be mellow and relaxed, doing her paperwork and giving new recruits a couple of days from their fear driven training. After a day or two, she would be back to normal and terrorizing new recruits and her fellow nins.

“Such an odd woman,” Ibiki drawle,d turning back to gaze into the room as the lights were lowered, Naruto stopping the closing door to step in.

“She ready to go round?” he asked, leaning into his lovers arms as he gazed at Sakura with darkened blue eyes, his ears and tail twitching in agitation. Ibiki simply reached up and smoothed a hand over Narutos ears, getting the fur to lay flat as they continued to watch her.

She was starting to twitch in an interesting way.

“Yep. Three days of not knowing when it was day or night, and random snacks instead of full meals, and she’s ready to twitch like a trapped jack rabbit,” he smirked, Naruto chuckling lowly as he hugged his larger lover.

“You’re so good,” he teased, Ibiki reaching down and squeezing his ass in reply. “Ibiki! Bad pervv interrogator.”

“Your pervy interrogator thought,” Ibiki chuckled. Naruto rolled his eyes and pointed at Inochi as the man bend over and breathed into Sakuras ear, getting a muffled shriek.

“Looks like your friend started without you,” Naruto mused.

“Indeed. I best go in,” Ibiki said, moving to the door, Naruto trailing behind.

“I’ll wait in your office while you do your work,” Naruto stated, leaving after stealing a lingering kiss and a promise for a hot dinner together. Walking into the interrogation room, he let the door slam behind him. Sakura jumped and turned towards the sound as Ibiki nodded his head to Inochi to remove her gag and blindfold. Watching as she jerked her jaw side to side and blink under the sudden brightness of the lights despite their dimness, he sat down before her, opening a folder before him and picked up a pen.

“Sakura Haruno, age 19. Daughter of the civilian family Haruno. You have been a nin since you were 12 years of age when you graduated the academy, correct?” he asked, voice pleasant.

“Yes, that’s correct,” she husked, voice rusty from previous screaming fits that she had had in her cell.

“Your genin team mates were Sasuke Uchiha, top of his class and one Naruto Uzumaki, bottom of his class with jonin sensei Hatake Kakashi, correct?”

“Yes. Why are you asking me all of this?” she snarled, Inochi fisting his hand in her hair and tugging in warning. The yell of pain barely fazed the two men even as the mind worker released her hair.

“You became Tsunade-samas apprentice about the time Naruto left to train with Jiraya-sama and Sasuke-san left the village as a supposed traitor, correct?” Ibiki continued, making the occasional mark on the papers before him.

“Yes,” Sakura hissed, tugging at her chains. Inochi idly slammed her head into the table, Ibiki pausing in his writing to wait for the vibrations to stop.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that when you step outside of your boundaries, Inochi-san will discipline you accordingly,” he stated, flipping a page and continuing to write. “Do you understand this?”

“Yes, I understand,” Sakura gritted out as she was yawned back up to sit straight again. Her forehead throbbed but she knew that she would live. Inochi hadn’t slammed her into the table hard enough to do any damage outside of the throbbing of her head.

“Good. Now, you answer our questions and you go to a nice cell with a window, normal meals and can actually see your parents,” Ibiki told her, putting his pen down and lacing his fingers together before him.

“I’m so glad that you learned so fast. Others said you wouldn’t learn so fast,” Inochi drawled, patting her head before pulling out a small bottle of water. “Open up.” Pouring a bit of water into Sakuras open mouth, he took up a position near her as Ibiki started his interrogation.

“Now, why did Danzo help you escape the first time?” he asked, gazing at her.

“I have no idea. He came to me and said I would be of use to against some people,” she said, glaring at him as she tugged lightly on the chains wrapped around a wrist. A sharp sting on her arms was her reward, making her cry out and look at Inochi. The mental nin held a switch in his hand, a long tray attached to the wall holding several other items.

“I see,” Ibiki hummed, writing down what she had told him. “Where did he take you once you were out?”

“He took me to one of his bases. It was found after we left apparently,” she said, eyeing Inochi as he placed the switch down and pulled the tray out of the wall a bit more.

“Do you know any of his people?” Ibiki asked, smirking as she shook her head.

“He didn’t trust me to know anyone without masks. They were blank with stripes on them. Depending on how many stripes and what color they are, they tell you what their station and the specialty they are,” she said, swallowing and tearing her eyes away from Inochi as he nearly fondled a sharp knife.

“I see,” Ibiki chuckled. “I’m sure you know where his bases are. From what I know of you, you would have learned whatever you could as insurance.”

“No, I don’t know,” she replied, Ibikis smile becoming razor sharp. Two sharp cracks preceded the pained and surprised cry as she stared at her newly broken and reset finger.

“Now, I seemed to have forgotten to mention the punishment for every lie. You have 9 more lies to go before we pull out actual instruments to use for every lie,” Ibiki stated, watching as she bit her bottom lip. “Now, do you know any bases?” he asked. Several denials and false answers later, and they had finally broken her enough for her to show her true face. Every word was the truth, but it was snarled and twisted.

Once they got the answer they wanted, they had a medic fix the breaks into place along with her new bruises and cuts. Stepping out of Sakuras new cell, Ibiki rubbed at his head as Inochi wiped his hands off.

”So?” the large man asked.

“She’s bat shit insane. Psychopathic, possibly sociopathic,” Inochi sighed, Ibiki nodding before they left to file their reports.
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