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Seasons of the Sharingan	By : danceswithninjas Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kakashi hadn't made it far from the Hokage Tower when Ibiki caught up to him. It wasn't hard. His characteristic slump was more pronounced than usual, and his pace almost dragging.
As he neared Kakashi, Ibiki came at an angle that should have alerted Kakashi to his presence, but even though Ibiki approached on his good eye's side Kakashi didn't seem to notice him until he called out to him
Kakashi smiled, hiding the exhaustion that Ibiki glanced momentarily. "Oy, Ibiki. What do you need?"
Ibiki took note of the eye. Kakashi's eye was glassy, but the pupil was normal sized. Could be drugs, Ibiki thought. Or not. He really could just be exhausted from dealing with that traitor Sasuke. Who wouldn't be?
"I need some help with a document that has a code jutsu built into it," Ibiki said. "The Byakugan can't quite break it, and I think the Sharingan might."
"Can it wait? I have some things I need to do."
"It can wait until later today, but I need the information."
Kakashi sighed. "I can do it now then. Why not?"
Ibiki had to purposely slow his pace, or he would have left Kakashi behind.
"Is dealing with Sasuke taking it out of you this much?" Ibiki asked.
"I wondered if Hokage-sama told you," Kakashi said.
"I am her advisor. Is it odd for you to vacate that position?"
"I was what the last three Hokages needed," Kakashi said. "You are what she needs. I was surprised she chose you. I expected Naruto."
"They are too close," Ibiki said. "She's smart enough to know better than to overlook the complications that could cause."
"Hai. She is very smart." He stopped outside the police station and looked up at the imposing edifice. "So if she told you to get information out of me I'm sure it's for a good reason. She could just ask though. She doesn't need to rely on your talents."
"Why do you assume that she told me to question you?"
"I am a genius," Kakashi said. "I'm disappointed that she doubts my loyalty."
"She doesn't, as far as I can tell," Ibiki said, "but it's obvious that you're more than simply tired. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?"
"No. I was running late to give my report, and I threw on some clothes and rushed over."
"You had to throw on clothes in the afternoon?" Ibiki asked.
"I'm not feeling well today," Kakashi said. "I overslept."
"After you," Ibiki said, indicating the station doors with a sweep of his hand.
"We were having a nice chat," Kakashi said. "Couldn't we do this informally? I'll give you the information you want."
"I'll keep it quiet," Ibiki said. "We can have an interview in my office, but this has to happen. I know a jutsu that causes minimal damage if you don't fight me."
Kakashi shrugged. "Why do you think I want to fight you?"
"I hope you don't," Ibiki said. "Hokage-sama specifically asked me not to hurt you, and you're one of the jounin force. But I can tell you're holding back. You're dealing with one of the most dangerous ninjas in history, and we can't take the risk that he might have compromised you."
"You do doubt my loyalty then! I'd never betray one student for another, and especially not for Sasuke. He's one of the worst people I've ever known."
They entered the police station, and Ibiki directed Kakashi into the stairwell before he was swamped by people with questions or information for the Chief Inspector. He tapped a spot on the wall, and he used a secret passage that led directly to his office.
"I'd be dealing with questions all day if we took the normal route," Ibiki said as they stepped into a comfortably furnished office. Kakashi took in the solidness of the place, and he decided the heavy leather and wooden chairs and solid oak desk fit Ibiki. The rest of the room was full of tall oak bookshelves packed full of books on every kind of poison known to man, as well as books on forensic evidence, crime detection, and other miscellaneous nonfiction resources that Ibiki found helpful in his job.
"Have a seat," Ibiki said. Kakashi too one of the wooden chairs. "I'll be back. I need to get something."
It seemed like an eternity until Ibiki returned. "Have you ever had Ioca before?" he asked.
"It doesn’t sound familiar," Kakashi said.
"It allows me to prepare your mind for a jutsu. I won't turn over any more information than is necessary to protect Konoha, and I'll keep as much confidentiality as possible. I told my secretary that I'm having a meeting and am not to be disturbed. Now, hold out your arm."
Kakashi looked at the needle. "Drugs huh? I don't like that."
"It's the least damaging method I know of to get the information."
Kakashi let him give him the shot.
"You should lie down on the couch," Ibiki said.
It was a brown leather couch, and he tried to hide how good it felt to lay down. Ibiki pulled one of the wooden chairs next to him.
"I don't feel anything," Kakashi said.
"It takes a few minutes," Ibiki said. "Why don't you tell me what's been causing you problems while we wait. I'm going to get this information anyway. This is your chance to be honest with me."
"Sasuke and I have a personal problem," Kakashi said. "I only left it out of my report because I don't think that the Hokage will be able to keep her composure, and Konoha needs the Sharingan. I can deal with this, somehow.”
"I see, and you feel that whatever this secret is so important that you need to keep it from the Hokage?"
"Yes. I wouldn't do this if I didn't think it was absolutely necessary."
"I assume that you think you can outwit the jutsu, or you would have given me the information. You should know that's impossible."
Kakashi didn't answer. His eyes were following a spot around the room.
"What are you looking at?" Ibiki said.
"Fairies," Kakashi said calmly. "How did they get in here?"
"That's just the drugs taking effect. Many people see lights. It's interesting that you assume they're fairies."
Kakashi's pupils had dilated, and his face had flushed. His visible eye drooped, but he jerked awake.
"Sorry, sorry," he said. "I haven't been sleeping much."
"It's ok. It's part of the jutsu as well. Why don't you close your eye and rest? Don't you need to rest?"
Kakashi's eye drooped but didn't close. "Why do I just know the Hokage is going to tear me apart for not looking after myself?"
"Probably because that's exactly what she's going to do. She does have a doctor's heart."
"I wish she wasn't Hokage."
"Do you?" Ibiki asked. "And why is that?"
"Why is what?" Kakashi asked, speaking slowly and softly.
"Why do you wish she wasn't Hokage?"
"Did I say that?" Kakashi said.
"You did. Why do you wish that she wasn't Hokage? Tell me."
"Because I'm tired of watching her heart break, and it's that kind of job," Kakashi mumbled. His eye closed, and his breathing evened out.
To help him breathe naturally Ibiki pulled Kakashi's flack vest open and unhooked his belt with care he would never show a prisoner. He put a pillow under his feet to elevate them, and he pulled a blanket over him to help with the aftereffects of the jutsu when he woke.
"You're tired of watching her heart break," Ibiki said. "At least disloyalty is completely out of the question."
He opened Kakashi's good eye, and when he saw only unflinching whites he knew he was ready. He cut his own finger and carefully drew symbols in blood around Kakashi's eye, and the he cast a jutsu. He gently touched the twitching skin over the eye, and he felt himself pulled into his own jutsu.
The beginning of the jutsu was always slightly disorienting, even though it was the same every time. He had to adjust to the world changing around him and suddenly becoming a representation of Kakashi's mind.
There were certain stable elements to the jutsu, things that always appeared in everyone’s minds. He was in a large room, empty except for himself and Kakashi. Kakashi was nude, which was also normal. He sat in a corner with his head on his knees and his arms held around them in such a way that Ibiki couldn't see any of his face, especially since his hair hung about him in disarray.
It was normal for people to be unaware of his presence at first, even if they were prepared consciously. He was looking at Kakashi's subconscious, and only psychopaths recognized his presence immediately. He'd dealt with a few, and they had always been standing in the middle of the room, meeting him fully aware and unafraid.
Kakashi was afraid. That much was obvious from the way his body shook, and Ibiki could hear Kakashi's sobs.
Ibiki knew that a lot of people thought he was a psychopath, but psychopaths didn't feel empathy, and he felt a surge of pity for Kakashi. He didn't know him well, but to see him in such pain brought out a rare protective side in Ibiki. Kakashi was one of the pillars of Konoha, and he was obviously shattered inside.
Most of the damage wasn't recent either. This was one of his most effective jutsus, and over the years he had learned how to read the simulated environment. The walls of Kakashi's mind were a muddy yellow, the sort of color one might see in a neglected gas station bathroom. He wouldn't have expected that, but considering Kakashi's past it seemed likely. No one had solid colored walls. That would have been too simple. Most people had a dominant color, primary or secondary colors among healthier people, and muddied, sickly greens, yellows, or browns among the mentally ill, bright white for the psychopaths. Ibiki wondered what color his mind was.
But the walls told a story in themselves. Bright spots of color showed the positive parts of his life that kept him going. Orange and pink swirled together, and a picture of Kakashi, Sakura, Naruto, and Sasuke hung there. Sasuke's face had been covered in black paint that ran in streaks down the painting and along the wall, ruining the happy scene. The edges of the pink and orange splotch were muted, and he could see that at one time they had extended much further, but that the overall depressive, urine yellow had invaded, cutting into the bright spot and reducing it by half, turning the area around it into a filthy, muddy brown.
He gets far less joy from those memories than he uses to, probably because of Sasuke’s involvement.
Almost an entire wall was green, and as Ibiki watched the green spread a little, only to be pushed back by the sickly yellow. On the bright green wall was a picture of Maito Gai smiling, winking, and doing a thumbs up sign. Next to that was a picture of a large, erect penis.
I could have gone without knowing that about them, but at least he has some support, something that keeps him going.
There were other pictures on the sickly walks, a faded picture of his father, one of Sandaime, and another one that Ibiki thought must have been his team when he was a kid. Ibiki recognized Kakashi and his sensei, but the other two weren't familiar.
Next to that was a picture so covered in blood that Ibiki had to cross the room to see it. Obito the traitor. The picture was covered in rusty ancient blood, but it also ran a small steady stream of bright red blood from one eye.
A great greenish bruise surrounded the picture, and another picture nearby that contained a Sharingan. Not the eye, just the pattern, and a picture of the adult Sasuke next to it.
The overall effect would have been bad enough if it weren't for the amount of blood that covered the room in layers. It had even splashed the ceiling and far walls, and like Obito's picture there was a mixture of old and new blood.
This is bad, Ibiki thought as he looked at the picture of the Sharingan. Obito's picture and his father's had a small stream of blood - a sign of an unhealed wound that a person has learned to deal with, but the other picture with the Sharingan and the one with Sasuke bled freely, the blood running down the wall and puddling beneath them. A tentacle stretched out of the painting, right from the crotch, and then sank back inside it.
What the fuck did I just see?
So much old, dried blood and all of it in a spray pattern leading directly from Kakashi.
He saw a puddle of blood under Kakashi as well, and it was growing, spreading under him.
Ibiki sat on the floor to bring himself to Kakashi's level, and even though it wasn't real he felt the blood soak through the seat of his pants, and he shuddered at the dampness of Kakashi’s blood against his skin. He made his body language as non threatening as possible.
"Kakashi?"
Kakashi looked up and pushed his hair out of his face. He looked young, and his eye was freshly cut. The scar had never formed in his subconscious, but the raw red edges of the wound bled freely.
His good eye was red and swollen from crying, and he looked at Ibiki miserably.
"Can you help me?" he asked.
"Yes," Ibiki said. "You look like you're in a lot of pain."
"I'm used to it," Kakashi said.
"But there's new trauma, and it's bad, isn't it?"
Kakashi put his head back on his knees, hiding from Ibiki”I can't talk about it. I'm not allowed, or bad things will happen."
"I'll help you stop the bad things if you let me." In his experience the simpler he kept the communication the better.
"I can't break the rules," Kakashi said. He looked up at Ibiki.
"What rules would you be breaking?" Ibiki asked.
"There are a lot of them, but two are never hurt Konoha. Never hurt Sakura-chan."
Sakura-chan, Ibiki thought. So that's how he feels about her.
"She's tough," Ibiki said. "Don't you think she can handle the information?"
"I hurt so many people," Kakashi said. The dark spot around his childhood team grew wider and the overall color of the walls seemed to grow dingier.
"We all do," Ibiki said, "no matter what our intentions are. I know that you've helped many people too."
"Sakura-chan will kill him," Kakashi said. "He can't die yet. I can't fight his Sharingan though. I know he'll hurt me again."
"How did he hurt you?" Ibiki asked.
Kakashi looked in horror at the far wall, and Ibiki turned to follow his gaze. A long thin tentacle was coming out of the picture of Sasuke's crotch, and it wriggled toward Kakashi slowly.
Kakashi crawled backwards, and as he did Ibiki saw that the massive amount of blood was flowing from his ass. He also saw it streaming out of his penis.
"No, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!" Kakashi screamed. Other tentacles shot from the picture and grabbed his legs and arms, holding him spread eagled as before.
Ibiki's reflexes were lightening fast, but the scene had shocked him into immobility. He saw two tentacles shoot out, one snaking into Kakashi's ass while a small one crawled into his penis.
His pain filled screams caused Ibiki to act, pulling him out of the shocked uselessness. He stepped to the painting and took the base of the tentacles in both hands and pulled as hard as he could. The thing came out of the picture, and it was connected to a large, grub like insect. Without thinking Ibiki smashed it with his foot, grinding it into pulp.
He remembered that interference could cause massive damage right about the time that a wave of blood poured from the hole in the picture. Ibiki staggered back under the force of it. The smell of gangrene hit him.
He looked at Kakashi, who was lying still and quiet, his eye open, but his body unmoving.
Ibiki waded through the blood to get to him. Can the subconscious die? he wondered. What happens if it does?
He sat Kakashi up against a wall so he wouldn't drown in the blood. Kakashi woke as he was being moved. "Get it out," he said.
"I killed it," Ibiki said. "It's dead now."
"Part of it is still inside me," Kakashi said. "I can feel it wriggling around inside me."
Ibiki looked at the thing he'd killed, and sure enough, one of the tentacles was broken.
Kakashi whimpered and reached behind himself. He tugged at the foot of tentacle sticking out of himself, but he couldn't dislodge it.
The blood was rising, filling the room, but far more slowly than it should have. Physics didn’t apply in the jutsu, which was good or Kakashi would have bled out almost immediately.
It wouldn't come against the green wall. It stayed about a foot away, a small wall of blood with more pushing against some sort of barrier. A clear, bloodless area against the green wall made the blood push against it in waves, frothing against the invisible barrier.
Ibiki wanted to flee, to get out of the jutsu and find a psychologist and a doctor, but he couldn't leave Kakashi in this state. The damage he'd caused might already be irreversible, and with serious misgivings he decided to risk more action.
He waded to the wall, but he stayed beyond the barrier. He didn't know what would happen if he breached it, but he was afraid the blood would rush in and destroy the one good thing Kakashi had left.
The green paint near the edge was being pushed back by the nasty, depressing urine yellow. The green pushed back, and Ibiki put both hands into the wet paint, coating them with it. He went to the gaping hole where he had torn out the tentacles and put his hands on the edges of the hole.
At first nothing happened, but then the bleeding slowed, and as he watched the wall began to repair itself. It returned to the ugly color it had been, but a steady stream of blood ran from it - not the river that had been before, but still enough to be alarming.
What have I done? Ibiki wondered. Will he have a psychotic episode because of me, or a major depressive episode? Will he live through this?
Kakashi was still trying unsuccessfully to pull the tentacle out of himself. As Ibiki crossed to him, Kakashi lifted impossibly large, pain filled eyes.
"Help me," he asked.
Ibiki pulled at the tentacle, and it slid out of Kakashi, who screamed as it pulled at him with its suckers. Ibiki grimaced as he saw intestinal tissue connected to the suckers on the tentacles.
Kakashi's subconscious pulled its knees to its chest and put its head on them, looking exactly as it had when the jutsu had started, except covered in blood.
Ibiki ended the jutsu. He looked down at a peacefully sleeping man.
"Holy shit," he muttered. "Where do we even start here?"
He decided to start by rehooking Kakashi's belt. He'd done it to make it easier for him to breathe while he was unconscious, but the last thing Kakashi needed was a reason to suspect he'd been molested again.
Ibiki fetched a glass of water and sat by Kakashi, postponing the inevitable. As he pulled Kakashi from the jutsu he hoped he hadn't damaged him permanently.
Kakashi's eye began to twitch after Ibiki ended the jutsu, and then his brows knit and he opened one, glazed and drugged eye.
"Where am I?" he asked. He sat up, looking around the room. "Ibiki?"
"You don't remember why you’re here?"
"I did something, or I didn't do something. There were fairies? It doesn't make sense. Why is it so cold in here?"
"You're suffering the aftereffects of a jutsu. You can stay here and sleep it off. You'll probably remember me casting the jutsu."
Kakashi lay down, his silver hair falling about him. "Ok," he said. "I trust you."
Ibiki hung on every word Kakashi said, looking for any consequence of his actions. Kakashi trusted him now. That was new. They were comrades sure, but they'd never been close.
I stopped the tentacles, Ibiki thought. Even though he doesn't know, his subconscious does.
Kakashi suddenly gasped and sat up, wide eyed and breathing heavily.
"Bad dream?" Ibiki asked.
"Yeah. I was being attacked by something."
Ibiki decided to wait to tell him that he knew about Sasuke until Kakashi remembered why he was there.
"Do you remember what you told me about some problems you've been having?"
"It's something I can't talk about," Kakashi said. "It's personal."
"You said you trust me” Ibiki said. "I'm not just the Chief Interrogator, Kakashi. I'm also your comrade."
Kakashi put his hands over his face, as if one mask wasn't enough. "I have really gotten myself into some trouble this time. Why is it so cold in here?"
"It isn't," Ibiki said. "Aftereffect of the jutsu."
"You cast a jutsu on me," Kakashi said. "I remember now."
"Yes."
"If you know what I've been withholding then you know what will happen is Hokage-sama finds out."
"She'll do the right thing. If I'm very lucky she might let me do it."
"Then this has all been for nothing," Kakashi said.
"Not necessarily. She could implant his eyes in two ninjas. The clan would still end, but it’s something. We could have three ninjas with the Sharingan, including you, or we could dissect one and try to learn how it works."
"You talk like it's already decided. I need more than some vague hope. I went through a lot to see this through, and I can't accept that I've failed."
"Weren't you listening?" Ibiki asked. "You haven't failed. You aren't in the best place to deal with this right now."
"I'm not going home while he's there," Kakashi said.
"No. I mean, you're nor in the right place up here," Ibiki said, tapping the side of his head. "I found more than I was looking for during that jutsu. I saw why he did to you. Let me get you help."
"You... saw?" Kakashi gulped. "What did you see?"
"Tentacles," Ibiki said.
And without warning Kakashi pulled down his mask, leaned over the wastepaper basket and vomited.
Ibiki handed him the untouched glass of water, and Kakashi rinsed and spit in the basket. "Sorry" he said. "I don't know why that happened."
Ibiki had to quickly decide how much to tell him. "You had a traumatic experience, one that would have killed many people. I don't know how you survived that sort of torture. I dealt with your subconscious in that jutsu. The rape caused more damage than you probably realize. It's affecting you physically. When did it happen? How did you avoid going to a doctor and not bleed out?"
"About 3 this morning. Sasuke used a jutsu on me, and there were no actual physical effects. I had hoped to come up with a plan by tonight."
He closed his eyes. "Ugh."
"You ok?"
"Yes," he said. He smiled, letting one eye seem to crinkle, but then he let it slip. "No. I don't know why, but I don't want to lie to you about this."
"You subconsciously want to trust me. You need someone to trust right now. I have a few psychologists on speed dial, actually. Some of my men have just seen too much, and they occasionally need that sort of help."
"Psychologist? I can't do that. I'd be locked up."
"Not unless you're a danger to yourself or others. Do you feel that you are?"
Kakashi hesitated. "I keep remembering what he did to me. I don't know if I can live with it."
"Is there someone you feel safe with that you could stay with for a few days?"
"I have a few friends," Kakashi said. "I just started a new relationship - sort of. This is going to ruin everything."
"If he really cares about you he'll be there for you," Ibiki said.
"Why do you assume it’s a he?"
"I saw a couple of symbols, one of which was a nice, big picture of Maito Gai on the walls of your mind."
Kakashi blushed brightly.
"Don't worry. That's all I saw about that." Ibiki decided not to tell him about the other picture of the erect penis. It was just a symbol after all.
"With you feeling like this you shouldn’t be alone. I saw some things in your mind that concern me. There was evidence of a lot of past trauma, and it looked like the current trauma was causing the old trauma to cause you more pain."
"That's an accurate assessment of my life lately. I don't think I could talk to some stranger about all this. Don't you have a license?"
"I do, and I have helped torture victims. I think you would do better with someone who specializes in rape recovery, but we can work together. I know why you hid the information, and I want to help you for that if nothing else. Most people wouldn't want me as a councilor, but I'm willing to help."
Kakashi blinked. "There are the lights again."
"You're still dealing with the aftereffects of the drug. It has a narcotic effect."
Kakashi was no longer listening. He was passing his hand in front of his face slowly while he stared at it. "Did you ever really look at your hand?" he muttered.
"This part hits you hard, but in a better way, usually. Just sit still until it’s over. It might last about 10 minutes or so, and then it's done, except for some drowsiness."
Kakashi seemed entranced watching his fingers as he wiggled them, so Ibiki decided to do some paperwork while Kakashi sobered up. Only a few minutes later a loud cry startled him. He looked up to see Kakashi in a defensive position against the wall, holding a kunai and glaring at something invisible.
"Put down the knife," Ibiki said. "There's nothing harmful here."
"I don't know how he managed it, but those damned tentacles made it in here. He won't get me this time."
Ibiki watched as Kakashi lunged forward, and then he moved aside to see Kakashi attack his non-existent adversary. For several minutes it looked as if Kakashi was having an intense fight. Ibiki wondered why he stuck to knives instead of jutsus, bit even in hid drugged state Kakashi knew that one of his attack jutsus would level the building, killing all the innocent people inside.
About 10 minutes after the hallucinations stopped Kakashi stumbled and dropped the kunai. He shook his head.
"Are they gone?" Ibiki asked.
"Yeah," Kakashi said. He sat heavily on the couch and leaned back.
"Tired?" Ibiki asked
"I feel like I've been ironed flat," Kakashi said.
"Why don't you sleep here until you feel rested enough to go find Gai-Sensei? I need to make my report, and I want to start you on an anti-depressant. No one will come in here uninvited - not even the secretary. You'll have privacy."
"Sounds good," Kakashi said.
"If I leave you alone here will you promise me that you won't try to kill yourself?"
"I have no intention of killing myself," Kakashi said. "I just want to sleep."
As Ibiki walked toward the Hokage Tower he knew Kakashi was dealing with only part of the problem, or he wouldn't have been so composed. When it hits, it’s going to hit him hard, he thought.
It was a hard report to make.
"He needs immediate psychological attention," Ibiki told Sakura. "I told him I would help him. We might lose him."
"Lose him? What has he been hiding from me?"
Ibiki took a deep breath. How to begin...
"Before I tell you that you should know his motives. He's afraid that if you have some information you'll act more on his behalf than in the village’s best interests. It weighs heavily on him."
"He should know better than that," Sakura said.
"You're only human," Ibiki said, "but I think he was wrong. Personal response is called for. I've never met a more loyal ninja, to Konoha and to you. The only problem you'll have out of him is that he still views you as Little Sakura who needs his protection."
"That ridiculous, wonderful man," Sakura said. "Get to the point. What happened?"
Ibiki paused. He didn't even want to say the words, but orders were orders.
"Sasuke brutally raped him," Ibiki said.
Sakura's mouth fell open. "He... raped him?"
"I've never seen torture like that. It's a wonder that Kakashi is cognizant at all, and I don't know how long it will last. I suspect it happened more than once. I saw signs of suicidal tendencies."
He had expected a burst of rage, or a destroyed wall. Instead Sakura asked, "Where is he?"
"I don't know. He's been staying with Kakashi. He might be at his house."
"No," she said. "Where is Kakashi?"
"I left him sleeping in my office," Ibiki said.
"You left him alone?" Sakura asked.
"He's sleeping," Ibiki said.
Sakura picked her jacket up from the back of her chair and pulled it on. "Let's go," she said. "I want to see him."
She led the way toward the police station. "I still remember the first day I met him. He scared us all so badly. He was the first person to truly recognize me for who I could be, even before I ever knew."
"You really care for him," Ibiki said.
"So much," Sakura said. "After Sai and Tsunadae-sama died he was like a brother to me. I will be like a sister to him if he'll let me."
"And what will you do about Sasuke?" Ibiki asked.
"Oh, I have plans for him," Sakura said.
Ibiki shuddered. He never wanted to see that particular look pointed in his direction. Sakura smiled just a bit. "I'm sure you'll love my plans for Sasuke. You can help me with him after we've done what we can for Kakashi."
Ibiki took her through the secret entrance, and they heard Kakashi snoring heavily, but as soon as the door slid open he sat up.
"Did you get some rest?" Ibiki asked.
"Some," Kakashi said. "Sakura-sama? Is there a problem?"
"There is a problem," Sakura said. "First, you should have told me. Second, well, you just should have told me!" she blurted, losing the calm demeanor she tried to maintain.
"Sasuke isn't worth the lowliest Genin," Sakura said. "You mean a lot to me, Sensei. You could have told me as your Hokage, or your doctor, or your friend."
"We need what he can give us," Kakashi said. "I was only thinking of what was best for the village"
"That's my job," Sakura said.
"Yes, Sakura-sama," Kakashi said tiredly. He slumped forward. "I'm sorry. I'm still very groggy."
"I came by to check on you before I go handle this thing with Sasuke. I want you to take some time off. We'll spread your duties among the other jounin for a few weeks."
"Who will get his eyes after you kill him?" Kakashi asked.
"This is a direct order” Sakura said. "You are no longer to be affiliated with Sasuke in any way. Your part of this mission is over, and I don't want any more questions about Sasuke. I just want you to get well."
"I'm not sick," Kakashi said. "I don't feel well, but I'm sure it will pass."
"I'm sure it won't unless you take care of yourself, which you never do. Can you have a friend stay with you?"
"I'll probably stay with Gai."
"I'll let you rest now," Sakura said. "If you have anything else you need to tell me, do it next time."
"Yes, Sakura-sama."
She asked for his keys, and left with Ibiki.
As they stepped into the passage Ibiki thought he heard her sniffle. "Damned pollen," she said, even though Ibiki knew she had no allergies.
She changed into a henge of Kakashi. "You take high. I'll take low. Just stay out of sight until one of us attacks the other or you have the advantage. I'll let you in through Kakashi's bedroom window. Be careful. He loves traps."
Ibiki waited outside Kakashi's house until Sakura went in. He moved around to Kakashi's window and waited, hoping that Sakura evaded the twin dangers of Sasuke and traps.
She opened the window, and Ibiki saw glowing paper seals around the room. The chakra traps were now visible blue lines spread in a random pattern, and Ibiki had to carefully work his way through them. The problem with chakra traps was that they were detectable.
"Sasuke's in the kitchen," Sakura whispered. "He's facing away from the door, so it shouldn't be hard for you to sneak up on him. Kakashi doesn't favor stainless steel appliances in his kitchen, so that should help – no reflections to worry about. Come out when I say, "don't you think I deserve an explanation?" That will be the signal that he's focused enough on me for you to move. Try not to kill him. I want him alive."
Ibiki nodded, and Sakura left, leaving the door cracked slightly. She sat across the table from Sasuke.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well what?" Sasuke asked.
"Don't you think I deserve an explanation?" Sakura asked. Ibiki snuck out, and using all of his skill he moved silently toward Sasuke.
"An explanation for what?" Sasuke asked. "Are you ready for more of last time? I knew you were into it, you fucking liar. I'm not ready yet, but sometime, when you least expect it..."
He never finished the sentence. Sakura reached for him, and as he pulled away from her, Ibiki slammed his head into the table.
Sasuke lay where Ibiki left him. Sakura laid Sasuke on the floor and took his pulse. "Good, she said.”He's still alive."
She pulled the cloth off the table and wrapped Sasuke’s eyes with it, and then she pulled a scalpel and cut his Achilles tendons so that he couldn't walk and the flexor tendons so his couldn't curl his fingers.
She hefted Sasuke over her shoulders like a bag of dog food. "Now the fun starts," she said
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