| [Jan. 26th, 2009|01:40 pm] |
The bruises on both her wrist and throat were dark and angry, and showed a four-striped pattern where fingers of a hand at least as large as Ibiki's own had crushed delicate flesh. It wasn't the worst injury Ibiki had ever seen Natsumi with, as far as physical damage went. But the implication of rape was there. No kunoichi was immune--no ninja at all, especially if he were captured and interrogated, Ibiki thought with a dull flush of anger and something like shame.
It was a risk; they were ninja. And it shouldn't happen to Natsumi. Ever.
"How far did it go?" Ibiki asked, and walked around her, studying her with newly critical eyes. Her hair gleamed, loose and silky around her shoulders. Her pretty blue yukata with its breezy spring pattern of budding pink plum blossoms came to mid-shin, concealing more than just her shape. "And who was your backup?"
He'd look into that. Maybe the man had done his job, and maybe he hadn't. Maybe he shouldn't have let Natsumi get into a compromised position in the first place. Or maybe she shouldn't have. It wasn't like her to take the kind of risk that would put her in harm's way if there was a way around it, he thought. But that had been five years ago, and maybe she'd changed. She'd wanted to join ANBU for as long as he could remember. If she thought she had something to prove, if she thought the gain was worth the risk...
He walked away from her, looking back to indicate she should follow, and pulled out one of the silver vinyl-seated chairs at his dining table. "Come on, sit down. If you got those, you probably have more. Have you even been to the medic yet?" |
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