| [Jan. 26th, 2009|01:31 pm] |
Natsumi called him kun in two cases, Ibiki thought. When she was feeling nostalgic, and when she was putting him in his place. He supposed he deserved it.
"I'm glad your family is behind you," he said. "ANBU is lucky to have you." He paused, then grinned. "I'll be able to keep a better eye on you if you're here, too. I should have thought of it months ago." Before she could hit him, he raised his hands in surrender, and picked up his juice. She wouldn't hit him while he had a full glass in his hands--too messy!
The juice was refreshing and cold. That was something that Ibiki had been surprised by--that conducting interrogations made him thirsty. But they did. It was the talking, so much talking. Talking to the subject, talking to colleagues about the subject, talking to Shida-sensei about all of it, analyzing the sessions on tape, deciding when the subject had been lying, when he'd told the truth. When the interrogator had missed an opportunity, and when he'd struck gold.
Or she. There were only two female interrogators, but they were devastatingly effective in the right situations.
His eyes slid to the closet briefly, then back. Natsumi hadn't said a word about the coat, only the dress greys. Did she really not know what that black leather mantle meant?
"I don't spend much time with the codes and ciphers department, or in Main Village Intel. So I haven't seen your brother." He said it casually, dropping the bait into deep waters. She needed to know. He needed her to ask. And he definitely didn't want her to find out just exactly what the rest of ANBU thought of Morino Ibiki from someone else. |
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